Gannaya, My Adore
Can I Come With You?

Ammar Pov's.

Still in my eyes, I stretched my body. It seems like yesterday's event consumed a lot of energy and made me very tired, until it felt like my bones were all crushed.

And all of a sudden, the memory of last night came back. Honestly, I'm sad. Gana subtly refused, even mentioning the name of the bastard I hated.

But I can't be disappointed and angry. Because I know, I picked him in a position like this. I know, he still stumbled over love in the past. But I'm sure our togetherness will change the feeling in his heart.

I promised, and I will keep it. Because I was thinking, she wanted to marry me, sleep next to me like now and see her face every day. I'm happy and I'm enough.

I spread my hand. How, empty? My reflexes opened my eyes, looking for her that I thought was still lying next to me.

"Gana ..." I called him. Then I turned towards the bathroom door, which was slightly open but the light was dark. I'm sure he's not inside.

"Where?" where'd she go? Is it possible on his walk in closet? I got up and .. wait. There was a blanket that stretched out in the middle of my stomach. I smiled, this must be my wife who held it.

Gana doesn't really know me yet. I'm the type of cold-hearted guy. Never wear a blanket when sleeping. Is it possible that Gana is cold? I write AC room, the temperature is still 23. I thought it was not too cold. Maybe my wife can take it.

Because I know, Gana has a history of asthma. He doesn't like the cold. That's also what I want to ask, is there a tool or medicine that I should prepare for him? Fear of her disease recurring.

For her sake, I don't care if I have to wear a blanket every day. I wiped the blanket and got out of bed. And again before I go into his private room. I was stunned, there was a prayer mat and the holster was well tucked on the carpet. It must be Gana who prepared it.

My chest rumbled, I wrote the clock on the wall and it was definitely six o'clock. Sunlight alone has begun to appear from the top of the ventilation that the curtain is not yet shear.

I panicked, I was afraid that Gana would know that I was blurting out, and not praying at dawn, because I was sure she would have woken me up over and over again to pray.

Hurriedly I got up and folded up the prayer mats and sheaths, I immediately put them in place again so that Gana did not suspect. Actually, this problem is what makes me confused. Every time I pray, Gana will pray.

Like last night, he told me to pray Isha. And I'll just answer yes, and say prayers in the mosque. No, I stayed by the pool.

Actually my heart was full, I lied to her. I let myself soak more and more in the solution of sin. But how else? I have reached this stage.

I can't possibly let go of my lucrative side business for the past six years. And with this black path, making my soul brave is not as weak as the stressful Ammar of the past. I have the power to destroy people I don't like.

After putting the prayer mat and the holster, I just wanted to turn around. The door of the room opened and the figure of the woman I love was present from the outside.

"You just woke up? Just praying?" Gana came closer and scattered me. I smiled, rubbing my neck which is actually okay. "Tomorrow his dawn do not misfortune anymore" he said again.

"Yes dear ..."

"I've cooked. You want breakfast first? Or take a shower?"

"Book?" my answer. I'm surprised actually. What is she cooking for? I've already paid three maids, for what he's still troubling for.

"I cooked breakfast for you. It just feels good." Gana walked up to my wardrobe and opened it.

"What do you want to wear? Let me get ready." Just get this kind of attention, I feel like I want to kiss her feet. My heart is happy, I know he doesn't love me. But she still learned to be a good wife. And I'm very happy.

"You wear a shirt? Shirt or ...?

"Eum .. t-shirts, this house right." I'm anxious with him. I can only laugh. He asked, he also answered. I saw in his take a yellow shirt, again his favorite color.

Maybe I'll multiply that color, even if I don't like it too much. Then he bent down a little to reach for my pants and interior, then put it on the lip of the bed.

"Do you want to take a shower or eat first?" ask her again while rubbing the sweat on her forehead.

Since her hair was in high tails, I could clearly see that another sweat was also dripping on the surface of her neck skin. Ah, very sexy, Gana is indeed my dream woman. Especially last night, the top of it has made me feel like I lost consciousness, very smooth and it feels waw. Haha.

I approached him. Then pull the edge of my pajamas to wipe his sweat. "What do you cook for? I don't want you to be tired. You I married, to be a wife not a maid."

Gana laughs. "It's my duty." He complied while I was wiping his sweat. I accidentally heard her stomach ringing.

"You hungry?"

Gana nodded.

"Yes, we ate first." I took Gana to the dinner table.

Up there, all three of my arts were already standing up to welcome us. Their faces slightly lowered, for fear of me getting angry. Before that I had assigned them, so that Gana could not go to the kitchen or do anything that made her tired. I just want Gana to always be happy, happy and not tired when being my wife.

I sat in the chair that Gana pulled first. It felt like my chest was pounding more and more, my love for him was fluttering more and more. My wife's attention. I was overwhelmed by the food he made. Gana cooks yellow rice along with many side dishes as a companion.

"So this is enough?" tanyanya, while showing the plate that already contains rice to me.

"Reduce." I felt he poured too much rice, yeah count him so know how the rice portion for me.

"What are you wearing? Wear it all, huh?" here is his habit. He always asked but he finally answered. I'm anxious, until I snap her cheeks. Gana seems embarrassed. Embarrassed by our art.

And when he wanted to pour the egg out, I stopped his hand. I pulled the back of his hand, and noticed something stuck there clearly. Seems like from earlier, I didn't pay much attention.

"Why this? Got oil?" I'm so sick of injuries like that, because I'm home. My mother often gets this kind of wound, and my Papa will rub and blow the wound. Ah, they are romantic. I became envious.

Gana nervous. And all art is the same. "I told you, so Mom can't--"

Gana interrupted my words to the Art. "It's not their fault, I want to." he said.

"You have breakfast first." said Gana as a code so they passed and did not get a lecture from me.

"Good, Mom. Excuse me, sir, Mom."

I just nodded even though I was still upset. My three arts then passed carrying his body to go away from us.

"Don't dong. It's not good for them, Ammar."

I looked back at the wound on his hand that I was still holding. I followed as my father often did to my mother.

"For what in the inflatable? This wound does not hurt, really" he said.

I knit my eyebrows and he looked at me confused. "Not hot?" my many.

Gana shakes. "No, it's ordinary."

Hemm. I know now, it seems my mother was just spoiled for Papa. Say it's hot, let it watch. Ah, Mama. I miss him so much.

From the room my phone rang. Gana wanted to step up to take it, but I got up faster. "Me." I said. Gana just nodded and then sat down.

Who called this early in the morning? Just disturb my intimacy with Gana.

"Farhan?"

I'm actually a little upset with him. I told you, don't call often when I'm at home. She should have understood, I was on leave and just wanted to be alone with Gana at home.

Because what we're talking about is definitely about work. And I'm afraid Gana found out or overheard our conversation.

What the hell is it, I'm a little upset with him.

"What's? Wanna go home?" i jerked.

Really Farhan made my chest pound strongly. I don't refuse or dislike it. But, I'm just afraid, if Gana suddenly eavesdropped or wanted to buzz with our chat. And one more thing, can I think negatively? I'm afraid Farhan likes my wife. He is a normal man, and he is not married. Moreover, Gana is very beautiful. I fear that if I meet often, it can cause feelings of love.

Maybe it's just my possessive feelings. But I just want to keep watch. Because there are so many stories out there, good friends like their friends' wives or friends' husbands. I laughed it off, disgusted me and wanted to vomit. I don't want that to happen. Ah, I really feel like I've entered into a soap opera drama.

"I'm the only one who's going to your place. At nine I was already there." without letting him answer aiueo. I turned off the phone unilaterally.

"Who?" he asked, when I had thrown my butt in the chair and put the device next to my plate. I started putting rice in my mouth.

"I'll go to Farhan's office for a while. There is business." I replied with great difficulty, because rice and chicken were wrestling on my tongue. Just wanted to praise her because her cooking was delicious, she asked again.

"What business?" no, I guessed it. He'll definitely ask this.

"There's a problem with stocks." I replied briefly and continued to chew.

"Can I come with you?"

Hearing her request, it made me want to choke. Looks like a chicken chop in my mouth, stuck at the top of my esophagus. I have trouble opening my voice.

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Three episodes today. May yah🤭 be full