AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 145. HANG ON

London, the first time I set foot here, my heart broke like a giant pound. I think it took a long time for the broken pieces to be back intact even though there are still cracks on each surface.

Fortunately my heart is made by God, whether if factory-made may have ended up in the middle of nowhere being organic waste.

"Bii," clasped Aiswa's fingers, linking to her man's.

"Dear, worried, huh? bismillah we begin a new life together." pull it on the grip towards his lips, and kiss Aiswa's palm gently, he said, holding him back for a moment hopes that the energy of love and affection that he has flows to calm his wife's tribe.

"Aey, dizzy?" hermana asked as her daughter looked haggardly leaning on Amir's shoulder.

"Engga Pa, usually nervous," he said embarrassed when he had many times traveled from London to various countries.

Announcement calls air the sign to get them ready.

Joanna had already pulled the suitcases of her two masters ahead of them. Amir carried Aiswa's handbag while hugging her walking side by side with Hermana Arya.

"My daughter is spoiled, you're the next victim, Mir, titip Aeyza, she's still so ... Papa can't caress him," he's clumsily watching Aiswa's behavior.

"The body is a little warm Pa, later I dalurkan topical medicine from Mama who used to use Aeyza," Amir felt the change in body temperature Aiswa after entering the fuselage and looking for their seats.

Before the plane took off, Amir had prepared a medicine pouch for Aiswa. After the passenger is allowed to remove the seat belt.

Amir grabbed the body of his wife who was getting limp to lean on him.

"Here dear ... unbutton over yes, I rub your chest warm as well as the stomach and back, hold the blanket yes," she whispered softly in Aiswa's ear and was taken by him.

After all her body was rubbed by rubbing oil that had a warm effect, Amir asked the flight attendant to bring warm ginger or warm tea for Aiswa.

"You have Rohi's fever .. later if you are still dizzy, take medicine yaa."

While waiting for his order to arrive, Amir massaged Aiswa's temple lying in his arms.

Aiswa did not budge, indeed she enjoyed every sweet treatment from her husband. He increasingly stick his head on the warm embrace of the athletic body of his man.

"Bii" he said weakly.

"Dear, sleep is still a long time .. may your fever subside when it arrives later .. oh yes, drink first Rohi, let it warm .. come on," Amir forces Aiswa to rise from her position when the warm drink has arrived.

"By."

"Here, sleep again," Amir just smiled seeing that Aiswa had dared to act spoiled to him. Seeing Aiswa start to relax and fall asleep. Amir also closed his eyes as his hand still hugged Aiswa in his lap.

The next thirteen hours. Soetta, Vietnam.

Both mahen and Buya, asking where they will go home.

Hermana Arya had first returned to the mansion after Theo had picked her up. Tomorrow he began to look at Hasbi's somation in the office of his Hermana Group.

"Mir, Aey, Papa directly huh, Mahen or Santri who picked you up? if there's nothing to let Theo set up in an office car, it's close to here."

"Ga no Pa, this is going to the salon first, Aeyza needs a massage like that," replied Amir when going to part with his in-laws.

"Yes, be careful ... Papa first," Hermana hugged her daughter-in-law before Theo took her suitcase away from them.

After the departure of his parents-in-law, Amir invited Aiswa to enter one of the famous day and spa salons that are still open inside the airport.

"Take a package with a massage for my wife" she asked when customer service asked them about the services available.

Her fever subsided thanks to the husband standing by her side. Now Aiswa just follow all the wishes of Amir, does not deny that his body is also tired.

"Bii, isn't cape just me, Qolbi all right?"

"You allowed your husband to be touched by another woman?"

"That's it... Is there a male therapist?"

"Even if there is, I do not love, how is the shadow .. if you are healthy, you are the one who mijitin me," he whispered.

"Start .. Bii drug, wait two hours yes...."

"Don't be short for Rohi, cut his hair, shoulder to shoulder." he asked before Aiswa disappeared from view.

Two hours later, eleven o'clock in the evening.

Aiswa has finished and now looks fresher.

"Buya's car has arrived dear, let's go home .. almost midnight," he took it to Aiswa's fingers after he paid the bill.

Umma who deliberately waited for the return of the child and his son-in-law waiting in front of the door when the black toyota fortuner car entered the Tazkiya court.

"Matahina...." Aiswa ran over the umma's embrace leaving Amir and Joanna unloading their baggage.

"Mir, this is Joanna's son, yes" as Amir greets her in-laws.

"Yes Um-ma uh Mother," replied Joanna reluctantly.

"Umma, same as Aish, you're my daughter Joanna," said umma stroking Joanna's head dear.

Deghs. Mommy.

"Look yuk, Joanna's room has been prepared beside Aiswa's room ... Aish, your husband son, ko is left."

"Here Bii, I tidied up first all ... Ummaaaa, why so many petals?" the thrill makes the old body stuck approaching.

"And not yet, right?" whispered umma slowly.

"Ish, ummaaa," she cried again.

"Rohi, kayak Naya ih, tarzan .. already malem, not polite," said Amir slowly squeezing Aiswa's nose.

"Rest Mir, tomorrow Buya wants to talk yes," continued Buya also poking from behind the door of their room which is owned by Amir.

Amir cleansed himself while Aiswa tidied up his ummah until soon they fell asleep because they were tired.

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Next Morning.

Since dawn, busyness has been seen in the residence of Hariri salim. Ba'da duha, Amir deliberately went out to the front page to see what the employees of the event organizer did there.

Talked to the workers. Her net caught a car she knew parked not far from where it is now.

"Hasbi? what else do you want?"

If true Amir's guess, Hasbi got out of his car straight to where he stood with a face that infuriated anger.

"Eh, Mir .. brazen yes, it turns out that you are in cahoots with Hermana as well as Yai," he exclaimed as he got closer to Amir.

"What's? explain mean? don't just accuse him, slander his name!" sergeant Amir will not accept.

Hasbi grabbed the collar of his best friend's cocoa shirt, clutching firmly there.

"Don't be an innocent pretender when it's a hypocrite" he growled at Amir.

"Deliver!" jerk Amir over Hasbi's stripes on his collar.

Both were so tense that workers were on alert.

"Rubber, breng-sek!"

Brugh.

Amir who was not ready to be beaten by Hasbi, he was pushed back from his position.

Brugh. Fights happen.

Feeling no start and having to defend himself, Amir retaliated by hitting him. Some missed but the third blow managed to land on the face of his best friend until Hasbi staggered down hit the court that had been paving.

"Go, got a glass? don't hurt my family anymore" he jolted.

"Already, already," Ahmad came to divorce the two.

"You are my best friend, you are my sister-in-law, you are..."

"Pretty, you dare me?" Hasbi barked at Ahmad.

"You dare disturb him, face me!" Amir defended Ahmad.

Mir.......

"Go! if I had held back in the past, I would never have, now" he shouted loudly.

Hasbi stood by the workers but was denied.

"Just wait, Mir."

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