AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 179. FEAR OF AMIR, HAPPENED
Amir is still being treated during the eve of the Dzuhur adhan. Until all the workers were replaced by Mang sapri to rest and immediately take ablution to the front Mushola for congregational prayer.
"Honey, pray first ... Aiswa," Amir patted his wife's cheek slowly sleeping on her lap.
"Rohi, honey, Aiswa," he again complains of the call to his wife.
"Aiswa, pules really well when only a single stamp so."
All the bookkeeping he has tidied up. Joanna's cell phone was taken and placed in the room before the girl joined the employees to Mushola.
" It's hot here Rohi," Finally Amir is anxious himself. He kissed his wife's face but still the owner of the body is still slumbering.
"People, bismillah." Because it was difficult to wake up, Amir intended to carry Aiswa to his room.
"Bii," Aiswa opened her eyes despite still being sleepy.
"Alhamdulillah wake up too, pray first dear. Do you want to worship with me or alone?"
"Sama Qolbi, don't pray in Mushola anymore," he asked spoiled.
Amir just stood still, rubbing his wife's head dearly. Waiting for Aiswa to really get up.
"Bii,"
"Yes? do you want to keep going or come in?"
"Qolbi ko can be patient with me, Umma aja sometimes upset if I like this."
"Mumpung you like this, used for fishing sustenance ... I'm looking where else to try a model like this?"
"Manja huh?"
"No, you promised it was because I asked. You know what Rohi is?"
"What Bii?"
"The student is independent, so I want you to depend on me. That's the point" Amir smiled, to be honest he was the spoiled one, always wanting to stick with Aiswa.
"That's it," Aiswa turned her face up.
"He. e...."
C-ups.
"Bii, again." Amir laughed, his wife began to dare.
"Skin to skin, if there's a veil, I can't be like this to you, baby."
C-ups. C-ups. Raising the body of Aiswa to rise.
"Sholat yuk first."
"I carry behind Bii," Aiswa got up, got on the chair asking Amir to carry it on his back.
"Geez, son of Umma," he said, following Aiswa's wish to enter their room.
After the dzuhur prayer.
The blistering weather outside made Amir lazy to return to the terrace, ba'da ashar before the workers came home he still had time to greet them later, he thought.
"Bii, when will you eat? I prepared," asked Aiswa as she folded her face.
"After this for a while 3 letters yes." Amir muraja'ah. While Aiswa opened the mushaf following the husband's reading.
Geck. Geck.
"Miss, lunch is ready" Joanna said from behind the door.
"Go away when I am hungry, I am followed by another moment" Amir pulled his wife's hand down from his bed.
Aiswa went out of the room to the kitchen. There Joanna was busy discussing something with Mba Sri.
Apparently they were talking about Amir's wife first. Aruni who was treated the same by her husband as she is now.
"But Den Mas is now different Jo, it used to be nothing like this. In the past Non Runi still allowed to go to the kitchen or wash dishes help me if now you will hold a broom too can not," said Mba told Joanna.
"The Qolbi treated his wife as noble Mba. He is in an unhealthy condition, it is natural that if Qolbi forbids it, it is certain that he does not get bored always being in the room," said Aiswa.
"Yes Mba ... Qolbi must be trying to make his wife happy, whatever her condition, Qolbi certainly glorifies him," replied Aiswa while pulling a chair.
"Den Mas romantic yes Non," he added again.
Aiswa was still making warm lemon tea for her husband when Mba Sri revealed everything that happened when there was still Aruni.
"Mba, sorry .. he's gone, it's not good to open up about him again. Even though what was spoken of was kindness, it might be my motivation to get better during this time," Aiswa started to grow clumsy.
"If my heart is good, maybe I will praise it, but if my heart is inserted by hasad then it will be a disaster for me. My relationship with Qolbi has become awkward .. I would think too much of him even though what my husband does is the same, fair."
"Keep the sweet memories of Mba with her, close. If I wanted to know the story, I would ask Qolbi directly. I consider him alive, even in the memory of my husband that I honor him. It was risky, entering my husband's life after him .. So please, Jo, Mba, keep the oral," Aiswa pulled away from there, bringing warm lemon tea to his room.
The Amir who heard all their conversation from behind the door was silent.
"Bii, it's here." Aiswa was shocked as she crossed the middle door.
Amir smiled at Aiswa, stroked her face and pulled her into the living room.
"Beloved, it's been gently reprimanding them huh, finally what I'm afraid of happened," he regretted.
"Bii, I understand ko ... Qolbi forbade me from leaving the room, doing something here to keep my heart, right, from that kind of chatter. Nothing, don't be a burden to the heart. I can take care of my heart," said Aiswa softly.
"But Rohi" he said.
"I have two hands to cover my ears, have a mouth as my defense if they hurt and have God guard my heart. However, if Allah guards, all hasad will not dwell in the heart" he said again.
"I've left all the incompetence and weakness of the heart as a servant to my Robb .. jealousy is a sign of love, but love also needs trust not jealousy without reason. I trust Qolbi," her smile expands.
"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad, how beautiful my view of you is now dear .. eat out yuk," he invited her to pull the arm of Aiswa up.
"Drink this first, Bii, just left."
The two then left the house to the Queeny boutique first, introducing Aiswa to employees there and looking for a restaurant for lunch.
"Seafood want no Rohi?"
"What aja Bii, you can," he replied as he saw the view of the many street vendors.
This was her first trip out of the house with her husband after a month of Aiswa being in the city.
"A lot of food here Bii, it's appropriate Joanna was very quick to buy our order, Boutique Queeny was also very rame, every day so?" ask Aiswa.
"Alhamdulillah, yes dear, if the weekend sometimes I go to the Boutique .. tomorrow we start working there yes," asked Amir so that Aiswa get used to it.
"OK."
They arrived at a Sundanese food restaurant not far from the boutique. Both go down to the menu.
Just entering, Aiswa was already looking for a toilet. He stepped quickly when his net caught a sign of the Rest Room.
"Darling, where?" Amir chased his half-run wife. Her steps were stuck in front of the woman's toilet door. He waited anxiously, Aiswa got out of there.
Hueks.
Everything he swallowed today came out already. His stomach suddenly nauseated when he smelled coffee from the instant drink making machine there.
Fragrance which is a favorite of most visitors to the restaurant is actually a disaster for Aiswa.
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...Hasbi & serli
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Idol, Amirzain.