Badboy My husband
~Chemale~ 42nd Chapter•
Aisha, followed by her two friends, turned to someone, who covered her back with a jacket.
Neither Alma nor Kiara, unable to blink at all, looked into the look of the person.
"Thank you, sister" said Aisha smiling, then throwing her eyes away.
"Together," the man replied, returning Aisha's smile.
Aisha turned her head towards her two friends who were, staring at the man in awe.
"Alma, Kiara," called Aisha, making her two friends realize.
"Astaghfirullah, Sha's kebablasan. Very handsome, so drooling want to ngajakin to kua," said Alma. So get a blow from Kiara, and Aisha.
The man just smiled. Making her dimples look, driving Kiara and Alma even more crazy.
"Sister, don't smile brother, I'm used to diabetes" Kiara said.
"Hahahah, you guys, you can do it" said the man. Again and again. Kiara and Alma, holding her chest.
Aisha who saw that, just piqued her lips. He thinks it looks ridiculous.
"But the jacket, how?" ask Aisha.
"Don't take it, take it" replied the man.
"Take my sister's phone number, later if I wash the jacket, I'll return it" said Aisha. He thought the jacket was precious. From the picture on the back of the jacket, and the name that was struck there, it was obvious that the man's jacket was worth it. Aisha is convinced that the man she doesn't know her name is a motorcycle gang boy, like the Altar.
"Here you go, your cell phone" the stranger asked. Aisha gave me her phone. And a few moments, it's been in reverse again.
"My name is Atlanta!" said the man, whose name is Atlanta.
The man, leaving from there, leaves Aisha and her two friends. Who kept staring at Atlanta, in awe.
"Astaghfirullah, you two really are, yes!" cibir Aisha, did not think to her two friends.
While on the other side. Some are hot, but not charred. Who else if not the Altar, who saw his wife in a jacket by another man.
Want to be angry, can't. Who would he be angry at? To the guy? To Aisha? Not likely. But at this time he really wanted to sulk to his wife.
"Sir Altar," call someone, who is none other than Aisha.
He got off the bike, pulled the man's jacket, and replaced it with his jacket, to block Aisha's redness.
Aisha smile. She knew very well that her husband was jealous right now. It was very visible from his gloomy face.
But Aisha chose silence.
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"Sir Altar, just shut up anyway?" ask Aisha. When she finished praying, and taught her husband to teach. The response of the Altar was very different this time, very short. Usually he will wonder, about the religion of Islam.
"Pengen quiet!" Answer the Altar briefly. He went to bed, and laid down his body.
"Sir Altar, Ais, got the same brother wrong?" ask Aisha. Take a ride on the bed, and hug the Altar's arm from behind.
Altar. "Nothing!" answer the Altar, so be it.
Altar, want his own wife, who is aware of the cause, he can be like this. But since Aisha had not realized it, very insensitive.
"Ais sorry, brother Altar. Brother was angry, about that one? At Supermarkets?" ask Aisha. "He, just want to call Ais doang, when you're angry anyway?"
Aisha swayed the Altar's arm. Hope the Altar turns to him. "Sir Altar, really don't want to, sorry Ice?" ask Aisha again. But the results remain the same, there is no response.
The Altar was currently smiling. Either he can't linger long snatching on his wife.
"Arkkk." Altar screaming. When Aisha bit her arm.
The altar immediately woke up, and showed its asem face to Aisha. "It hurts!" o Altar, rubbing the arm, which was bitten by Aisha.
"Who told you, don't apologize Ice!" ketus Aisha's.
"It hurts?" aisha asked, changing her attitude to gentle. "Sorry, brother!"
Aisha helps her husband, rubbing the arm she had bitten.
Instead of being angry, the Altar was even more crazy with the cuteness of Aisha, who focused on rubbing her arms.
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