Gannaya, My Adore
For the Beloved.

Once, Ammar always prayed that Gana would reply to every message he sent. Not grandiosely asking the woman to ask her news again, just replied. Ammar is so happy. Although in fact Gana is always indifferent to every message he always sends.

So now, when he and Gana are in the same blanket. Together without sheets and sleep hugging each other, of course it is an extraordinary miracle in his life that he was feeling. Thankfulness sign of gratitude to God continues to be spoken.

Ammar knew he had become a husband, he also knew Gana was obliged to give his rights, but he knew if both had loved, then doing the rights and obligations would be more meaningful.

Let go and receive, when both want each other. Gana took off her personality and Ammar was ready to enjoy it. Their hearts must first be united. Ammar wants Gana to give up her precious treasure is pure because of love not because of force. The man has great respect for his wife.

Ammar woke up after sleeping for an hour, after getting released. Gana was already asleep because the time is still early. His mouth and hands were tired, because it had managed to make the husband fly into the clouds.

The corner of Ammar's lips was raised fully upward. His smile was full of joy. His lips had not stopped tucking the hair of his wife who was still asleep. His fingers continued to rub the smooth cheeks of Ganaya.

Occasionally his hands are mischievous, revealing a blanket cloth that is covering the innocent body of the wife. He gawked inside and chuckled amusedly.

"Finally though Harley had not yet fully taken off, I had at least tasted the Honey." licked Ammar, his hand turned to wipe the blanket on the part that closed the center of Gana's core.

The man looked back at Gana who was still clinging to his chest. "Thank you for making me feel good .. just know how it feels like, I usually use soap." Ammar immediately folded his lips. He slipped. Fearful Gana heard. Who knows if she's awake, but pretending? Inner Ammar.

Just like that, Ammar was already amazed. Especially if he has already broken through to Honey? It is certain that Ammar will cheer for seven days and seven nights.

"I usually like to shadow you, look at the photo while kissing like a crazy person, until I can climax. But now---" Ammar grinned. "I don't know, it turns out my shadow came true. I can be relieved by your delicious lips." Ammar lips pale Gana who still looks swollen.

Ammar laughs.

"Don't learn to love me for long, baby. I couldn't stand Honey. I want to know her very well. Honey made me like a electrocution. The magnet is strong." Ammar laughed again. He just keeps messing up. Think of Gana as a dead thing. At least, he had smelled the aroma of Honey that was so tempting.

"Are you tired? Do you want to repeat?" Ammar touched a synthetic lump on Gana's chest. Ammar continues to reward his wife.

"I love you, Gana. It's a pity." Ammar tightened his embrace. The man was so sincere and pure. Treating Gana like a precious baby. Gana's warm plain body greatly cooled Ammar's body.

But, suddenly the man's chest felt tight. Short of remembering Farhan's words yesterday.

"Oh, yes. Don't you ever think, what if your wife and extended family know what you're doing? Ever guessed, how angry they are? Especially your wife, she might ask for a divorce."

Ammar moved his head with a sling. He stared at the wall he was looking at. "That can't happen! Can't!"

Ammar closed both eyes, placing his chin on Gana's head. "O Allah, I want to repent, but why is it so hard?" ask in lirihan. Ammar gushed again the whirlpool of his wife's hair and shed his sorrow. "I'm sorry, honey. I promise, just a year. It won't be more than that."

***

It is only natural if at home in-laws, the son-in-law will wake up early and join the roost in the kitchen. Although Mama Alika is not the type of chatty in-law, who will always exert her daughter-in-law's energy to help her while staying at home.

Oh ... Don't mistake. That woman is his superwoman in this family. Always independent and can do anything without having to worry about the energy of others.

Even to this day, she still goes down to the kitchen to cook. Like this morning, Mama Alika was busy in the kitchen with art that was only on duty to sing and wash vegetables, side dishes and pauk. The rest Mama will stir-fry and fry or boil. Gana was amazed at it.

"What cooking, Mah?"

Gana's voice suddenly startled Mama. "Lho, are you awake? Want some tea, baby?" Mom offered. Gana gawked into the frying pan, seeing the mother-in-law was giving off her shrewdness in cooking.

"By, Mah."

"Bik, make Gana tea yes."

"Well, ma'am." Art is preparing tea for his wife Aden.

"May Gana help, Mah?"

Mama Alika smiled. "Not to be helped, this is done. Look at the cooking." Gana nodded.

Some dishes are cooked and served at the dining table. The time is 06:30. Because at seven in the morning, usually Papa Bilmar should have breakfast. Yes, that's the routine of Mama Alika every morning, she will be busy in the kitchen starting after dawn.

"Mama cook chicken skin?" gana's face was happy not to play, when he saw the boiled chicken skin and then put into soy sauce seasoning.

"Mama deliberately cooked this. Mumpung Ammar again stay overnight, Mama make his favorite food. Gana likes it too, right? Yesterday the Adek story, he said you like it too. You guys are a soul mate, until the food just like together."

DEG.

Gana jerks not playing. "Aa--Ammar likes chicken skin, Mah?" he asked with an intonation of disbelief.

Mama Alika frowned. You know, if her in-laws start to feel like she's weird. Gana rush to melt the atmosphere to get warm again.

"I-I mean, we're both chicken skin lovers, Mah." Gana pushes his salivary lamat-lamar into the esophagus. Close up the lies that are almost exposed.

"It's for you, I don't like chicken skin." Ammar removed the skin from the part of the chicken he was eating and placed it on Gana's plate. Gana smiled, as she was very fond of chicken skin.

"You're weird, Ammar. When food is good, you don't like it?"

Gana is back to the conversation that happened at the dinner table when they were having dinner. At the time they were recently married and had not split rooms due to some problems.

Gana. Very kind husband to himself who does not know himself much. Ammar always knew Gana's liking, giving up what she liked for the sake of her loved ones.

While Gana? What does she know about her husband?

"Don't talk about her favorite food. What date he was born, I don't know." Gana. In his heart, when he knew many sins that he had committed. Letting your husband be all this time just because he can't love him yet.

"You always remember my birthday. Gana would always miss Ammar's birthday without guilt.

Gana took a long breath. His head felt heavy again. "I've been mean to you all along, Ammar. Always leave you feeling alone."

Gana continues to condemn her stupidity.

***

Everything is complete at the dining table. Except Five G who's still asleep in the room. Gana and Ammar are also ready with their office suits, because soon they will go to work.

From today Gana again prepared all the needs of Ammar. He tries to throw away the ego that has always been doctrinal himself.

How can I love Ammar if he doesn't want to open up and learn. Before going down to the dinner table. Gana had put Ammar tie. Although with a shy face because you remember things last night.

Ammar was happy again, when Gana poured more rice on her plate. Either 'cause it's just in front of her in-laws or Gana wants to open up, thought Ammar. For him it doesn't matter, whatever Gana does, he will accept it with joy.

"Morning is wet only hair--"

In a hurry Papa Bilmar put rice into his mouth when he got delicacy of the eyes of his wife. His intention was to tease his son and daughter-in-law. But stop him from doing. Ammar and Gana just laughed a little at Papa who was so scared of Mama.

"Based the chicken skin, son. It was Gana who helped Mama cook." said Mama Alika. Suddenly Ammar's face stiffened. Gana knew she was lying at the time.

"Eating a lot, this is your favorite food, baby .." although it is difficult to say a greeting at the end of the sentence, but as much as possible Gana does it. He just wanted to turn around appreciating Ammar's feelings for him all along. Gana put chicken skin on her husband's plate. Ammar should be happy to be called dear. But the fact is this morning he was quite restless, he was afraid Gana was angry, because it had fooled him.

Gana gently stroked her husband's back and whispered a little. "I'm not angry. Come eat."

Ammar gasped again, as if the woman could read his heart and mind. Ammar nodded with a happy face.

"Thank you dear ..." Ammar peeked briefly at his wife's cheek. Making Papa Bilmar and Mama Alika look at each other in joy.

Accidentally Ammar looked up and looked at the face of the Papa who was fixated on staring at him.

"You know, your wife doesn't really love you yet, son. But keep praying for Gana to turn her heart to you. Like before, when Papa was trying to make your mother forget her ex-husband and love Papa again. You can do it, son."

"Adek will try, Pah. Pray for Adek."

"Always, Son."

Ammar and Papa intertwine in an inner telepathy between the Son and the Parent. The hearts of the two were beating each other.

***

Well gengs. Be careful, because I want to get into the core of the conflict. Because we entered at the beginning of the conflict.

So in this story there is the beginning of the conflict. Everything is in my outline. I'll jump the moon according to the story I've compiled, up to a year later.

At the core of the conflict, it will definitely be more stressful. Because this is where the beginning of the problem will be partially revealed. That's a clue from me huh. haha. So if you guys have arrived2 angry and do not like, moon maap😬. Emang gini groove hehe😘😘.

When is thor sweet? You guys know in the prologue, what it looks like, right?🤭

Although tense but still sweet kok😍😍

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