Enamored Love Mas Duda
Dry Kanebo

In Salwa's mind there are still big questions. He has not met the child.

Can the child accept it? Can she be a good mother? Not to mention she still thinks about her feelings for her husband, or vice versa.

Amidst her anxiety, she is struck by her husband's baritone.

"Come on up! My room is upstairs!"

"Why is he so stiff? Dry kanebo! Oops sin, Wa!" Inner Salwa.

Salwa followed her husband's steps. They arrived in a very clean room. Wider than Salwa's room in her parents' house. White and gold rooms with luxurious accents spoil the vision of Salwa.

"This is my room! Consider it your own room!"

"Yes, thank you!"

"Boss! This is Madam's stuff!" Said Iyan from the front door of the room that was not closed.

"Take in, and put it on the walk on closet!"

"Ready, Boss!"

After putting Salwa's things, Iyan came out of his boss' room and closed the door as ordered by his boss.

When he turned to the wall above the bed, Salwa's eyes found a picture of a couple who were so happy.

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"That must be a picture of his late wife! So pretty! Look Wa! Still minutes, you already feel tesaingi! Ish, it's just a picture of wa! But a photo that contains fond memories." Inner Salwa.

Salwa did not feel that she was jealous. She still does not feel love for her husband.

"Please clean up! Your clothes can be laid out in the empty closet that's there! Or if you need the help of an assistant, you just push this button!The bathroom is over there! I'll get out first!"

"Hem, thank you!"

"Together."

Tristan came out of his room. Salwa went into the bathroom and cleaned herself. When he prayed, he came by the moon. Salwa also entered the walk in closet styling her clothes in an empty closet according to her husband's instructions. And not felt, Adzan Ashar reverberated.

When he finished, he came out of the room still wearing his veil. He is not used to a place that is still foreign according to him.

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"He's in!"

It was Tristan who knocked on the door. Salwa was amazed at her husband's attitude. Although it was his own room, he still knocked on the door out of respect for his wife who still needed to adapt.

"Have you prayed?"

"Sa-I'm an idol!"

"Oh, yes, I did! I pray first!"

Salwa is texting her family. Haris' father sent Salwa's wedding photos in the family WA group. Salwa's brother, who could not see her marriage, congratulated her.

Tristan has finished praying. He is currently wearing a sarong and a short-sleeved white shirt. His good looks doubled. Salwa just realized that. She could not blink as she looked at her husband who was busy folding his prayer mat.

"God, what a wonderful creation you have! Inner Naila.

He woke up from his daydream when he heard the door of the room being knocked.

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"Let me open!" Tristan.

He stepped towards the door and opened it.

"Abi... Can Ira come in?"

"Come, baby!"

Khumairah ran into his room. He had heard from his Enemy that his Abinya had brought a woman whom he claimed to be his wife. It means he has a new mother. Khumaira was stunned as she looked at the figure of the woman sitting on the bed. By using the gray color gamis along with the veil.

Salwa was no less surprised to see Khumairah.

"Yeah...!"

Hearing the two being called, Khumairah approached the woman who was in front of her at this moment. He seemed to know that voice.

"Dear I remember aunty?"

Khumairah still remembers. But his tiny hands still he stretched out to kiss the back of Salwa's hand.

"Aunty's beautiful? Is this really pretty aunty?"

Khumairah embraced the body of Salwa who was currently in a seated position.

"Then, is it true that beautiful Aunty is married to Abinya Ira?"

Salwa nodded back.

"Yeah... Ira is so happy!"

Khumaira raised her hand like a child getting what she wanted.

Seeing that scene, Tristan became even more relieved. Apparently, his daughter was already familiar with Salwa.

"Aunty pretty, can Ira call Aunty by Mother's call?"

Salwa's heart was filled when she heard the request of the little girl who is currently a child. He turned to Tristan for approval. Tristan nodded, giving a sign of agreement.

"By, Ira's happy!"

"It's so nice, Mother! Thank you for being my mother! It is true, God will hear my prayer if I want to pray."

Salwa was stunned to hear Khumaira's plain speech. He felt relieved, because what he was facing would not be as bad as he imagined. His son is very good and can accept it.

"Lied Father! God, may the two-door refrigerator melt soon. Oh yes, I just remembered now! So it's true that I met Mas Tristan once." Inner Salwa.

The flash back

Two weeks ago Tristan and Khumairah came to Salwa's niece's aqiqah event.

Ira seemed happy because she could meet a friend. He approached the twins Alya and Ayla.

"Hi.. can I contact you?" Ira stretched out her hand.

"Byeh, Brother! My name is Alya, and this is my sister Ayla! What's Kaka's name?"

"Humairah! Just call me Ira! You twins?"

"Yes, we're triplets!" Both say.

"Well.cool! But which one?"

"Mas Arya must be playing with boys!" Answer Ayla.

Then the view of Humairah turned to the veiled woman next to the twins. For some reason, he was very curious.

"This is our aunty, Brother Ira! His name is Aunty Salwa."

"Hi aunty!" Humaira said with a smile. He kissed Salwa's back.

"Hi, pretty!" Salwa holds Humairah's chin.

Humairah was playing with them. Salwa accompanied them in composing a hijaiyah lettering puzzle. Humaira occasionally takes Salwa's attention.

A few minutes later, some of the family returned home.

"You guys keep playing! Aunty's going to the bathroom first!"

Salwa went to the bathroom to urinate.

When Salwa came out, she was surprised because there was a man waiting in front of the bathroom. For a second, their eyes looked at each other. But Salwa was conscious and lowered her gaze.

"Astaghfirullah 'adzim." Inner Naila.

He immediately left the bathroom. The man smiled as he watched Salwa leave without a word.

Flash back off

Evening has arrived

Tristan, Salwa and Khumairah are having dinner at the dinner table.

Salwa's role was just beginning, she poured rice on her husband's plate.

"That's enough! Please get me that!" Tristan to grilled gourami. Salwa also took it for her husband.

"Mother, Ira just want some fried chicken!"

"Ah, fine! Eat a lot of it! Be healthy and smart!"

They also enjoy a warm dinner like a harmonious family.

Tristan saw how his wife ate.

"Why doesn't he have any trouble, eating still wearing his veil?" Inner Tristan.

Seriate....

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