Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 48

“Restore our rights!” shouted the workers in front of the office Mr. Heri.

Mira Assistant Mr. Heri came out of the office, along with his partner and there were two security guards ready to stand by beside Mira.

“Please calm down, gentlemen, I apologize as assistant boss. We'll definitely be putting out your salary. Please ask for time for these two days,” Mira said while holding back embarrassment.

“Long!” snatched one of his employees.

“I'm talking seriously. I've talked about this to the boss and he asked for two days.”

“If in two days you lie, how? What's guarantee?” ask them again.

“I will be in charge,” said Mira lantang.

“OK. If in these two days there is no news or you can not prove your words, this office we will burn including your private home!” threaten one of those demos.

Mira swallows her rough saliva.

“Our children and wives in the house are starving, even I have to sell some items in my house to buy food. Have no heart you guys did not pay our salary for two months, causing our family to starve!” snapped again.

“Iya, Sir. We apologize for all this,” Mira said again.

After saying that, the workers returned home.

While Mira breathed a sigh of relief to see the demos had returned to their homes.

When Mira wants to leave the place, it is seen that the car belonging to Mr. Heri entered the office area.

“How's Mira? Did they come here?” ask Mr. Heri after getting out of the car.

“Iya Pak,” sahut Mira.

Mr. Heri and his assistant Mira went to the top floor.

“Prepare meeting again Mira,” order sir Heri.

“Iya, sir,” said Mira forced her smile.

In fact, he was very tired because he was facing his own problems now. Moreover, the salary of employees who have not been paid, because the company's money began to thin and even almost bankrupt.

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Fahry and Icha just arrived at the house that his brother gifted them.

After a long thought, the two of them took the decision to keep the house.

When lifting items, many help them carry their items into new homes.

Though Fahry did not ask them to help, because it would be troublesome they thought Fahry.

Because he paid people to bring some of his things.

However, Fahry's neighbor in his old house desperately wants to help him. Fahry finally relented and let the people help him.

Until the afternoon, they had just finished putting together their belongings in the house.

Icha has also arranged their clothes in the closet which turned out to be completely filled by Dika.

“Rest first, if cape. Do not be too forced, homework will always be there at all times,” said Fahry softly just out of the bathroom in full clothes.

“Iya Mas's. Already done all kok,” sahut Icha.

After that they prayed for the magrib congregation, finished performing the prayer magrib Icha and Fahry struggled in the cooking kitchen for their dinner.

When engrossed in slicing onions, Icha accidentally injures his hand to bleed.

“Aw ... Astaghfirullahalazim ..”

Icha saw his hands that were quite bloody.

“Why baby?” ask Fahry.

Once again Icha was stunned to hear the words made by Fahry, for the second time Fahry called him with a call of affection.

“Your hand is injured,” he said taking his wife's hand.

Unexpectedly, Fahry stuffed his wife's fingers into his mouth to stop her blood from coming out.

“Mas, this is just a small wound.”

Icha caught from the face of her husband who was so worried.

“Don't trivialize a small wound! Small wounds will be fatal if not treated immediately, and if left alone!” fahry is soft but with emphasis.

Icha swallowed her saliva roughly hearing her husband's words look serious.

“Iya, Mas. Sorry,” Icha.

Fahry washed his wife's hands.

“Sit, I'll get you a medicine box.”

Before long, Fahry came with a medicine box. Patently cleaning his wife's wound with a bandage.

“What hurts?” asked Fahry with an anxious face.

Icha shook her head.

“Hm .. alright. Now you sit down, let me cook dinner for us.”

Icha looked at her husband's back which was slightly swaying because his hands were good at cooking.

Simple menu for the night, stir-fry kale and with the fish in the fry.

Because they often meet each other at work, they admire each other. But they both kept it in their hearts.

Same as it is today, even though he is married. Still hiding it in the heart, no one wanted to express their feelings.

“Already, let's eat.”

Fahry served rice on his plate as well on his wife's plate.

Dinner with thunderous thunder from outside the house.

There was no conversation between them.

When finished, Icha cleaned up their eating marks.

Fahry receives a call from his best friend Ifan. After finishing, Fahry approached his wife who was almost done washing dishes.

“Ich. Do you mind if I come out for a while?”

For a moment Icha stopped his activities.

“Where is mas?” tanya Icha went back to washing the dishes.

“Ifan called me, we're both volunteers helping flood victims. Some days it is very heavy rain along with thunderstorms, floods submerge a number of houses at some point. We help them to evacuate,” said Fahry explained at length.

Icha rubbed her wet hand on the dry cloth.

Icha smiled, she approached her husband.

“Iya, Mas. Icha never forbid Mas Fahry if doing good, as long as Mas take good care of himself.”

“Iya,” say soft Fahry.

Whether I can get courage from where, Icha hugged her husband and Fahry returned the embrace of the wife.

It's not the first time they've hugged each other after marriage, but there's still some nervousness in the two.

The cup!

Fahry kissed the wife's forehead, only limited to the forehead that Fahry dared to.

“I have to leave now,” said Fahry.

However, his hands still tightly hugged the wife.

“Iya, Mas. Go, I take a jacket and raincoat for you.”

Trying to escape from her husband's arms.

“Iya,” said Fahry was forced to release his decapitation.

Fahry sighed, for some reason he seemed reluctant to let go of his arms to his wife.

“This is wearing the jacket first, then the rain coat.”

Icha helped put on her husband's jacket.

“Thank you. Lock the door when I'm not home, I'll bring the lock serep.”

“Iya,” sahut Soft Icha.

Before leaving the door, Fahry gave his hand. Icha who understood and kissed her husband's hand, did not forget also Fahry gave a kiss on his wife's forehead.

For some reason, kissing his wife's forehead became opium for Fahry.

Likewise with Icha, has begun to get used to the sweet attitude of Fahry who has just become her husband.

“Be careful at home, I leave first.”

“Iya, Mas. Fii amanillah,” sahut Icha soft.

“God willing,” says Fahry.

Fahry did not let Icha out of the house to drive him, because his wife was not wearing a hijab.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”