AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 202. MOOD INHERITANCE

When arriving in Tazkiya, as usual the idol still acts spoiled. Until Umma rebuked.

"Aish, there's no Amir there, you're cool. Your husband's turn is there, his money is crumpled," the umma scolded when he saw his son and daughter-in-law like a cold war, just silent.

"Ish, Umma," murmured Aiswa annoyed and went straight into the room.

"Why else, Mir?" tanya Umma when she saw Amir carrying Aiswa's handbag and her daughter's equipment.

"Regular, moody. I went inside first yes Umma," replied the daughter-in-law.

"Untunge you've had the experience Mir," umma smiled.

"Hmm, Qiyya's time is not like this. He just kept quiet not much to ask, most immediately when it was upset because the night I like to be late home from the ceremony .. but it's different yes Umma, and I don't compare the two," amir.

"That means now your sustenance, be patient," Umma replied patting Amir's arm.

"Sign Umma, in she Allah be patient for the sake of my queen, "he continued with a smile, saying goodbye to open the door of the room.

"Enak ya so Aiswa, lakinya patient poll," lirih umma continued to move out of the house to the princess lodging with santri khidmah.

After in the room.

Aiswa just changed clothes, then put herself on the bed.

"Is this really fishing or just manasin?" babble Amir while putting all Aiswa's belongings on the dresser.

"Bii, when will you see Brother?"

"If you're not cape. Take Dwiana too. Honey, I went to Buya, yes, I was invited to the next door, can I not?" ask Amir.

Aiswa got up from the bed, wearing her abaya and long hijab and left the room without seeing Amir who was still standing amazed.

Out of curiosity, Amir followed his wife's steps, which turned out to be towards his father's reading room.

Geck. Geck.

Aiswa knocked on the door of the reading room.

"Buyaaaaaaa," he called.

"Dear dear, just go in, son," replied Hariri salim from inside.

Aiswa came closer to the father's desk, taking a deep breath.

"Buya, don't take my husband anywhere, he's mine. Buya can not take Qolbi .. anyway can not," he stressed directly to the father who was reading the book. Hariri salim was astonished at the behavior of his daughter who suddenly rebuked.

Amir was still standing at the door of the room as Aiswa came back out of the reading room and into the room.

Brugh. The sound of the door closing.

"Mir, Aiswa why?" Buya came out of the reading room to catch up with his daughter.

"Ah, that, eem not what Buya .. sorry, again moody," replied Amir clumsy, because in fact Buya had not invited him. The statement just wanted to provoke Aiswa's reaction.

"Oh, exactly Umma mu when pregnant Aiswa was so, moody and maa she Allah anyway. Buya overwhelmed, sing patient yo Mas e," kekeh Hariri salim reentered the reading room.

"Yassalam, pantesa. Nurun this to her grandson," Amir shook his head.

When he opened the door of his room, Aiswa had removed the abaya and hijab, directly attacking Amir with scolding.

"Qolbi, Qolbi can refuse if Buya does not. What is the reason for the cake, don't be. I want to be anywhere!" exciting Aiswa.

"Darling, I can't see" Amir approached Aiswa in bed, stroking her head dear.

"I don't want to, don't like it, period," she turned a blind eye.

"Rohi, here. Later in the afternoon, we go for a walk, now sleep first," Amir pulled Aiswa in a hug, showering his head with many small kisses.

"God, it's good to have Bumil spoiled gini, the reward is flowing. Who often yes dear," seduced Amir when kissing Aiswa's face.

"By."

"Hem."

"By."

"Yes dear," stared into the bead of the eye.

"No, just want to ngetest an ear," she smiled sweetly.

"Adek or umma nih who wants this way, stick with me."

"Sir," answered Aiswa, peeping her husband's face.

"Not the Umma?"

"No, ask yourself," replied Aiswa.

"How does it work the same way Adek," he whispered softly began to intensely smack Aiswa's lips.

"That's how it is dear, who obviously donk," seduced Amir.

Aiswa only laughed as Amir walked through every inch of his body.

"By."

"Biiiii," he called out in between laughter.

"What?"

"Don't take a shower, I want to bob," added Aiswa.

"Yes," Amir pulled the blanket over Aiswa's open shoulder.

Shortly after, the roar of subtle-breaths began to feel.

"Hurry he sleeps, conquering his mood can be an hour more" murmured Amir.

He then poured out his wife's body, surrounded with a pillow to keep her warm.

"This is what it feels like to have another wife cravings but moody, delicious Robb," whispered Amir kissed Aiswa's lips. Then she took a bath and cleaned up before she met her father-in-law.

...***...

Hermana International Hospital.

Towards the early morning, Dewiq was transferred to a treatment room that was integrated with the Mother.

This morning the young woman, whose status had just changed to Madame Hariri, began the day in her husband's warm embrace.

He felt warmth and tranquility, then his memory returned when Ahmad first embraced him.

"Be-ar?"

"Be-ar's? The Ah-mad?" Dewiq spelled because his throat felt dry.

Mas's? he called me Mas?

"Sha, drink yes" Ahmad grabbed a glass on the bedside table. Arrange the straw so that Dewiq can take a slow sip.

"Alhamdulillah, it's dawn dear, pray first yes," whispered Ahmad in the right ear Detik.

"Still dizzy and my eyes are hot" she lamented.

"After I lap first yes, later after eating you will start the examination again darling," replied Ahmad.

He came down from his wife's cage, grabbed a cotton swab and soaked it with cold mineral water from the dispenser. Then wipe the eyes of the wife one by one slowly.

"Can open? still hot isn't it?"

"A little, I'm tayamum huh Bear?"

"I want to? all clean up," bargained Ahmad who was taken by Dewiq.

The beautiful girl who still looked weak slowly opened her eyes after a while in the compress by her husband.

"Alhamdulillah," said Ahmad stroked Dewiq's cheek.

The two sat at each other, diving into the bead depths of the eyes as if looking for an honesty of the feeling that ambushes the current tribe.

Ahmad then kissed Dewiq on the forehead, chanting a delayed prayer of kindness. The tears of this girl came down. Her heart raves blue, now she has officially become a wife of Ahmad Hariri whom she longed for.

"Bear, don't dream, do you?" said Dewiq terbata

"Dear, you're my wife even if it's only been two days" she kissed Dewiq's hand.

"Mas, Sis," Mama's voice. He realized when Dewiq moved into this room.

"Yes Ma, have you finished praying? we change," Ahmad said, preparing to carry his wife to the toilet.

"Wait for Doctor Rayyan later this afternoon so today is a complete rest," said Hermana.

"Nine o'clock I start X-ray .. You guys sleep well, one-bed hug. Lah we watch ya Ma," papa teased when Ahmad held his daughter.

"Live follow Pa, we don't see, then close the curtain. Just like the newlyweds even changing the casing," kekeh Ahmad replied to his in-laws' taunts.

"It can be .. oh yes, Dwiana will come here with Ulfa so you can rest Mas," continued Hermana.

"I want to keep nemenin Marsha, Pa...."

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...Want to war said make hot part but ga mood, 😪 ...