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Congratulations from the in-laws, but did not survive the husband

🌠Away from Quran\=Rapuh & Hampa🌠

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After dinner, Khanaya moved from her seat to clean up the rest of their dinner, but was stopped by Mama.

"You rest aja.di continued that earlier, Mama promise not to disturb.." said the mother-in-law and it makes Khanaya cheeks blush, re-remember the incident this afternoon

"what do you want to do...???" ask Papa

"ah. the newlyweds business." replied Mama while patting papa's shoulder.

"hahaha.." the laughter of the father.

"keep it on.." added Papa and it made Khanaya even looked down embarrassed.

"Ma...Pa..." Arga

Khanaya was unable to answer and was confused as to what to answer, because she was ashamed that Khanaya immediately brought his dish of dirt to the kitchen.

"Non, let the symbok aja Non.." said Simbok.

"Grandfather mbok, Naya is used to helping mom at home..."

"Non, if the non-spin goes up, the one that is discussed will continue to be the same mother boss." said Simbok.

Khanaya washed her hands, and her mother and father were in the middle room. Khanaya will approach them, but her hands are pulled by Arga and Arga wordlessly bring Khanaya to her room .

"Kok play ride anyway, Naya has not told the same Mama and Papa" Khanaya said when he was at the door of the room.

"mas has permission before." replied Arga while opening the door of his room.

"Congratulations from the in-laws, but not survived from the husband." Inner Khanaya

When they were already in the room, suddenly the atmosphere of the room became silent.

Crick...Crick...Crick

If this is rural only the sound of crickets is heard.

But in the next second Arga began to melt the atmosphere.

"Mas wants to go to the bathroom first huh." said Arga and Khanaya could only nod his head.

It didn't take long for Arga to come out of the bathroom, he saw that Khanaya was standing in front of the dresser staring at what was on the dresser, before she went down earlier this table was still empty.

"why...??" asked Arga who was suddenly beside his wife

"astagfirullah, mas make Naya surprised.." while stroking the chest.

"this is the mother who chose, yes the wife of the skincare entrepreneur does not use her products." said Arga answered Khanaya's astonishment.

"but Naya is not used to wearing this mas, the most moisturizing.."

"from now on you have to wear it." said Arga while sitting Khanaya in a dressing chair.

"mas shy is that if Naya does not make up, then fear Naya dull is it..??"

Arga bent his body, still in position behind Khanaya, only his head was now aligned with the head of Khanaya.

"let's look in the mirror." Arga said, and now they both look in the mirror, looking at each other's faces and their partners.

"There is no gap at all, perfect, but what's wrong husband wants to facilitate the wife, not because of fear of embarrassment will be brought everywhere, we will all age right..? but taking care of that is also a form of our gratitude." said Arga

"thank you, mas." said Khanaya, looking at her husband from the mirror.

"If anyone doesn't like it, just say it." added Arga.

"like really... mama knows Naya does not like the color that is striking. her lipstick choice is natural.." replied Khanaya.

suddenly Arga's phone rang.

"answer the phone first yes, you use it." said Arga and Khanaya nodded his head.

Arga headed towards the balcony, and Khanaya opened her hijab and went to the bathroom, as usual, washing her face, hands and feet, as usual before going to bed, in the sunakan guarding ablution.

After the routine in the bathroom was completed, Khanaya headed to the dressing table, not used to making Khanaya a little awkward.

Khanaya is not a woman who will lay skincare, it's just that she is not used, because there is already redundant if not in use.

Khanaya also wears it, step by step skincare that is on her dresser.

When Khanaya will open his hair clap in resistant by Arga.

"Here let mas.." said Arga while reaching for the comb that Khanaya held.

"let Naya aja mas..."

"can't you help the wife..??" asked Arga in a pretentious tone of disappointment

"that's not it..."

"yes, you go on, I want to sleep first." said Arga while putting his comb to the dresser.

Seeing the disappointed expression of the husband, Khanaya also grabbed the hand of the husband.

"why...??" ask Arga

Khanaya handed her side to Arga's hand, trying to keep up with her husband who began to show her attention, even small things.

"sure to comb...??" ask Arga to make sure

"yes, sure..." Khanaya replied while nodding with a fluffy smile

Arga smiled, he took a small sofa chair and placed it right behind Khanaya.

Arga sat down cross-legged, and began combing Khanaya's hair.

Black hair shoulder to shoulder with the aroma of vanilla can Arga enjoy the aroma.

"is it unusual to have long hair??" ask Arga

"sometimes it's a long one, but never for long, the question is if the long one falls out." replied Khanaya

"mas.maaf ya if Naya seems stiff.." said Khanaya but still heard clearly in the Arga auditory Indra.

"we both learn yes.most importantly we both open up.."

Just combed no Arga tie back because know Khanaya always sleeps with unraveled hair.

Disbursed hair Khanaya to the left neck, Suddenly Arga close his sitting position leaning his head on the shoulders of Khanaya

"would Naya flinch her head to relax..??" ask Khanaya

"there is no need to be quite gini aja.." answered Arga, Arga breath was able to feel and it was quite uncomfortable, should he avoid, should he avoid, but Arga just told them to open up to each other.

Arga suddenly embraces his hand to Khanaya's stomach, making Khanaya's eyes squeak.

Dag..Digs...Dugs...Deers...

Khanaya's heart seemed to erupt and Arga could hear her, a happy smile rising from Arga's lips but not seen by Khanaya.

Arga tightened his embrace, not wanting him to escape.

"mas Naya can't breathe." said Khanaya heavily.

Arga stretched his arms..

"sorry.." said Arga.

"mas if you sleepy why not just go to bed...??" ask Khanaya

Arga let go of her arms, turned the dresser of Khanaya, happened to be able to turn her chair, and now they stared at each other, in her arms to Khanaya's two cheeks

"Nay... Can you not..??" ask Arga

" what can you do, yes can Donk if you want to sleep in bed, when yes we sleep here." replied Khanaya if there is any.

"that's not it..."

Khanaya was confused, Khanaya frowned her Thought..

"worship.." said Arga with fixed eyes Khanaya.

Khanaya swallowed her saliva, and suddenly shook her head.

Arga's smile immediately dimmed, keeping his hands away from Khanaya's cheeks.

"Yes sleep yuk." said Arga in the next second and will rise from his seat, but his hands were held by Khanaya.

"no papa, we just rest.I will wait until you are ready" said Arga trying to calm down, not want to show his disappointment.

"heard first Naya's explanation.not that Naya did not want to fulfill Naya's obligations as a wife, Naya did not want to be cursed by an angel mas.but.." Khanaya's speech stopped.

"but...what...??" asked Arga confused

"monthly guest Naya came earlier to pray magrib.." replied Khanaya while playing the tip of her nightgown.

Arga chuckled while rubbing his face.

there is no wall between us, but there is a red between us.

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