AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 74. GUCCI (2)
After arriving at his apartment Hasbi shut himself up in the workspace. Serli no cry he mubris, his heart is gamang feel something, sort of lost half of his even though he knows in his heart there is no love for Aiswa, only temporary admiration for the beautiful figure nan sholihah.
" Moon live with you, see you, somehow tomorrow my heart feels, "he lamented looking at the wedding photo.
Not much different from Hasbi. Hariri Salim returns home after Kyai Maksum apologizes to him.
A distance of no more than two kilometers allows him to go home from the hospital as fast as lightning.
Not yet perfectly parked the car that brought him home, Hariri Salim immediately opened the door and rushed to leave the iron horse there.
For a moment he stayed in front of the door painted lilac, set his breath shorter, then his fingers opened the door handle slowly. He set his wrinkled feet into Aiswa's room, fluttering the net around, touching all of her youngest daughter's possessions.
" Buya just realized, if Aish likes purple ... Where have I been all this time? " he fell on the side of the bed in the room.
The breezy wind blew, sweeping away the faint beard of the middle-aged man who was starting to whiten. The earthy face full of fine wrinkles looked up, turning his eyes to the ventilation of the room.
He got up, intending to breathe fresh air to circulate with the stuffy that inhabits his lungs.
Only then did he realize, parallel eyes looking straight ahead to culminate in a building no other than Tazkiya University. Reminds him of the brilliant santri.
" Amir, your friendship with my son, actually brought Aiswa to know your figure. Until my daughter's expensive smile for other than her mahram is addressed to you . I was foolish not to ask you as my daughter-in-law when Kaji Ahmad hinted that her son was still alone. "
His chest was getting narrower, his stomach cavity seemed to be narrowing squeezing the rate of oxygen in his bronchi. From his place, he floated his senses on a cluster of white smoke resembling a struggling cotton mound in the fray.
Moving slowly through the baby. Sweeping, providing coolness for the body that is being ambushed restlessly by a wave of lust.
" Even God created this much air but was not able to supply me with relief. "
In a ponder lamenting that which was no longer the same thing he could not even afford to change, his phone rang. Showing one name that again makes his heart like slashed.
" Wa'alaikumussalaam, Ya aki Ji Ahmad Zaid, "sammy broom.
" Alhamdulillah, how are antum and Aiswa? " reply to the voice at the end of there who also asked how it was.
" Yes khayr, thank God ... Allah jubarik... right Ji? yes' day after tomorrow? ana wait, jazakallah. "
Not knowing what his best friend was talking about, none other than amirzain's father, the son santri who he was regretting, was able to make the old body of Yai Hariri Salim shake violently to open a cry in solitude in the room Aiswa.
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China's.
His phone since last night has been ringing incessantly but he has always ignored it. Abah, asked him to take a moment after arriving in Soetta to visit Aiswa at the hospital.
Not not do not want to swipe, he just keep Aruni's heart so as not to prejudge. His love statement was only to give his wife a booster of spirit.
He was just scared, his heart was broken to see his true love lying there. His promise to Aruni so as not to dual worry wavers because he is a man who still has lust especially faced with the story of the past that has not ended.
" Mas, look at Aiswa after arriving later, "take Aruni with you.
" No need, represented by Abah aja there, "elak Amir.
" It's not good to avoid, I understand ko Mas, no need to feel guilty to me Ok? I know my husband can take care of my heart. " His smile was forced.
I know you are afraid I am hurt, right?
" I don't know, just look at the deck. " Amir avoided the conversation about the girl. He headed to the balcony of the hotel room, gathering a lot of oxygen supply so that his body returned to thinking well.
" Where are we going? " Aruni is trying to neutralize the baldness of the man she loves. Hugging, wrapping his arm around the sturdy body from behind, smell like opium for him.
I don't know when I'll be by your side, heart lamp.
" Where are you going, Moms? search for destinations for two days, all tour guides. " Amir's advice was embraced enthusiastically by Aruni.
Just now Amir lifted the parallel telephone lever on the nightstand, about to ask for tour guide information on the front office. She is shocked by Aruni running to the toilet, spewing out everything he swallowed that afternoon.
Almost all night his wife nausea vomiting until no food can enter the stomach to be digested, making Amir upset.
" Juice please, wanna juice. "
Amir had no choice, granting a request from the owner of an adorable round-eye bead was not a bad choice he thought. Pure fruit that he ordered, Aruni said spent in an instant before he whined asking for the husband to embrace him.
" Cepet really sleep, it was still crying, "your kiss on the forehead of Aruni who had been slumbering in his embrace.
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