Conscious Mistress Married Man Sholeh
Chemotherapies
Al-Ghazali wiped away the rough traces of tears flowing down his cheeks. The man smiled gently, though his eyes were still watery. He wiped his wife's tears. The man smiled sweetly, in order to cover up the pain of his heart.
"Udah, don't cry anymore. Later the beauty is gone," said Al-Ghazali teasing his wife does not make Laras smile.
He shed his tears again. The girl fused her forehead with the husband's forehead.
"I'm more afraid of losing you than of losing my beauty" Baras replied hoarsely making Al-Ghazali's chest tremble. The handsome man could only be silent.
He's pecking at Laras's nose.
"It's open, let's go to the dining room," Al-Ghazali asked to try to divert the conversation. The handsome man did not want his wife to drag on in grief.
Laras did not protest. The girl followed her husband into the kitchen. Not to forget he brought a notch as well as coconut ice that had been purchased.
Both of them put food on the table. When they finished, they both sat facing each other.
Staring at each other with meaningful eyes.
Shortly thereafter the sound of bedug was heard indicating the time to break the fast. The two soon read the prayer.
"Bismillah." Both of them drank their first drink. Laras didn't eat the stool, because his appetite was gone when he heard your husband's confession.
The girl was being possessed by bad thoughts. He was afraid something bad was happening to your husband.
"Eat a lot so you're strong" tell Al-Ghazali to put risol in a barrel dish.
The girl wiped away her tears that occasionally fell.
"Tomorrow we'll go to the hospital, ma'am. If you need chemotherapy, get it healed!" laras said solemnly staring in the eyes of her husband.
Al-Ghazali smiled bitterly.
"If I have chemotherapy I'm ugly, my hair is bald. You won't like it!" al-ghazali replied gently making Laras again shed his tears. He shook his head quickly.
I disagree with her husband's words. He loves Al-Ghazali, because of the man's morality. No, because of his good looks.
"I love you because of your religion and morals, Mas. Want you ugly or something, I'm still in love with you!" refute Laras with a firm tone.
The girl remained firm on her wishes. She wants her husband to do chemotherapy.
Baras wants Al-Ghazali cured.
The handsome man inevitably had to agree with his wife's wishes. He nodded his head quickly.
Agree on the wishes of Laras.
"Well, tomorrow we go to the hospital and I'll do some chemotherapy!" al-ghazali replied steadily for the sake of his wife making Laras smile widely.
The girl immediately wiped her rough tears. For him the health of Al-Ghazali is the most important.
The two immediately ate the opening food solemnly. Every now and then they joked, the atmosphere began to melt and warm.
The Maghrib made its way just as the Laras and Al-Ghazali rice plates were clear of food.
"Aamiin Allahumma Aamiin."
"Yes already, yuk. We pray worshipers," asked Al-Ghazali in a nod by Laras.
Both of them immediately took ablution water. After that, hold a prayer service and perform Magrib prayer.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."
Baras immediately kissed the back of her husband's hand. Likewise with Al-Ghazali kissing Laras forehead.
"Sholehah it's my wife," praised Al-Ghazali making Laras blush in shame.
"Hihi ... My husband is also Sholeha," Laras replies to make Al-Ghazali raise his pupils and directly touch his wife's forehead.
Tak.
"Sholeh, not Sholeha," said Al-Ghazali, making Laras giggle.
He immediately put his head in the lap of the husband. Mukena is still attached to her body, and Al-Ghazali is still wearing a sarong.
"We make tarawih prayer, Mas?" asked the spoiled Laras to the husband.
Al-Ghazali was silent for a moment. The man thought hard, he was afraid of suddenly getting sick while praying later. Her stamina is not what it used to be when she was healthy.
"It doesn't seem to be so, Race. I'm afraid that I might faint there all of a sudden" replied Al-Ghazali to make Laras understand.
"It's okay, your health is more important, Mom."
"But, we can pray ba'diah Isya, Ras. The symptoms are greater than the tarawih prayer," said Al-Ghazali made Laras eyes sparkle.
"Really?" ask the wife.
"Tell, just two rakaats, really." Al-Ghazali the alim man who has a lot of knowledge makes the man know the level of Sunnah prayer. The prayers of Ba'diah Isya are higher in reward than the prayers of tarawih.
While being cool to make out, the sound of the house bell rang made both of them stunned.
"Who's coming?"
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