Conscious Mistress Married Man Sholeh
Panic Barrel
Laras gets ready for a walk with her husband. They intend to look for a notch for their openings. Baras looked at himself in front of the mirror, indeed his appearance was now very handsome. In the past Laras thought that wearing syar'i clothes would feel hot. In fact not, even the skin is increasingly glowing, because it is not exposed to direct sunlight.
She wears a mocca-colored robe with a long headscarf covering her chest in line with the color of her robe.
Al-Ghazali hugged the girl from behind. He kissed Baras' cheek gently making Laras' heart again and again tremble like a girl in love. She stroked the arms of the husband who was in her stomach.
"You're so pretty, Ras. Lucky I have you," whispered the husband quietly.
Barrel stroked the top of her husband's head. Al-Ghazali kissed his wife's shoulder, which was covered in cloth.
"I'm the luckier one, because I get a husband as good as you, Mas. My beauty will fade, my smooth skin will be wrinkled, my glowing face will disappear, replaced with my old face. But, your kindness? It won't be as easy as my beauty. That's why I love you."
Laras said wisely like a poet who calms the poet's heart.
Al-Ghazali smiled faintly. He was happy to have a wife who had such a broad mind as Laras. Unaware of himself is what makes the mind of his wife more widespread.
"Come, let's go find a takjil. By the way what's your favorite prank, Ras?" asked the husband while walking side by side with Laras.
"I'm a binder of wet and sweet cakes, Mas. Not too fond of fried foods, at most only risol and fried tempeh, even then not much I eat," reply Laras make Al-Ghazali mangosteen.
"If you are, my mother?" ask the Backlight.
"I prefer fried instead of sweet cakes. It doesn't feel right if I break my fast without any fried food on my plate" replied Al-Ghazali making Laras giggle.
They both got in the car. Al-Ghazali put his wife in a seatbelt. After he planted the gas, the security immediately opened the gate.
Al-Ghazali honked his horn to greet the housekeeper.
"Go first, sir."
"Enggeh, Bang. Careful."
Al-Ghazali smiled faintly, he closed the window of his car back. Then drive the car at a moderate speed.
"Waw .. beautiful," muttered Laras stunned to see a lot of sellers takjil. For a long time he remained silent in the prison of sin belonging to his adoptive family, so that he did not have time to see the beautiful atmosphere of the fasting month.
"We look for a quiet seller first," said Al-Ghazali slowly made the wife immediately turned to him.
"Why should it be in a quiet place, Mas?" ask Plain barrel.
"So they trade to survive, there are children whose milk runs out and must be bought, there are also families who do not know whether to eat at dawn and eat when breaking. So, how good are we to buy in their place, Ras."
The husband took his wife gently. Laras heart touched to hear it, did not expect that the husband had such a broad thought.
"Yes Allah .. somehow this creation process of my husband, how could his day be so glorious," inner Laras was amazed at the kindness of the husband.
His eyes glazed over at Al-Ghazali. He was reminded of something that kept haunting his mind.
After eating the sahur, Al-Ghazali came out of the room. Baras followed him from behind, he saw Al-Ghazali gulp down a few drops of medicine.
In her heart she wondered why her husband was taking medicine. Big question mark in the mind of Laras, is Al-Ghazali sick? Remembering the man's hair falling out. Bad thoughts soon haunted his mind.
"What not-don't, Mas Al. Have a deadly disease." Laras tried to guess in his heart.
The car stopped on the edge making Laras aware of his daydream. Soon the girl turned to the right, it turns out there are mothers selling, but the trade is quiet.
"Let's go down," the husband was approved by Laras. Immediately the wife got out of the car following in her husband's footsteps.
"Welcome home, Mom. What are you buying?" asked the friendly mother with a bright face, it seemed like she had been waiting for customers to come. Smiling sweetly Laras saw it.
There were many sweet and fried cakes on his mother's trading table. The eyes of Laras sparkle brightly when looking at onde-onde, klepon, nagasari and other sweet cakes.
"This is the plastic bag and the clamp" the mother said, handing the two objects to Laras.
"Thank you, Mom."
Baras accepts her, she immediately chooses a sweet cake that she likes, each of which is two.
"May I have another bag, ma'am," Pinta Laras.
"Byeah, Ma'am." Soon the mother handed one more bag to Laras. His heart was very happy to sell.
"Mas, which one do you want? All risol or its fritters are mixed with risol, bakwan and tempe?" ask his wife to her beloved husband.
"Just mix it up, honey. But, lots of risol."
The barrel immediately puts the fry into the plastic bag. After paying, the two of them walked towards the old man selling coconut ice.
"How many bags, sir?" ask Al-Ghazali politely.
"Seven thousand, Mas," replied the father no less friendly.
"Where, Race? You want some coconut ice or cane ice?" al-ghazali asked his beloved wife.
"I'm just ice-coconut, Mom."
"That's two ice caps, sir."
Soon the old man prepared Al-Ghazali's order. His face was sumringah, it was true what Al-Ghazali had said. Very many street traders trade for the sake of connecting their lives, not for the rich.
"This, Sir. Take it back for you," said Al-Ghazali politely to make the old man touched.
"Thank you very much, Mommy. May Allah repay the kindness, Mas and Ma'am." The five-footed sword prayed sincerely to make the heart of Laras and Al-Ghazali warm to hear it.
Never underestimate the power of prayer. The effect was really great, like an arrow shot right at the target.
"Aamiin Allahumma aamin, good prayer will return again to the one who prays," Al-Ghazali replied kindly.
After that, the two left from there. They got back in the car.
"Would you like to eat beef rendang at home or buy another side dish, Ras?" ask the husband to his dear wife.
"No need, Mas. We eat rendang only, let not redundant, next time we buy a chicken geprek for openings," reply Laras casually embraced by Al-Ghazali.
They both went home soon. Suddenly Al-Ghazali's head hurt a lot, the man grimaced in pain.
"Akkk .." Al-Ghazali immediately pulled his car to the side of the road. Baras trembled worrying about her husband who suddenly grimaced in pain.
"Mas, what's wrong with you?" tanya Laras panicked when she saw Al-Ghazali's face pale.
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