Gannaya, My Adore
Don't Suspect Me!

"Farhan?" gana's Selak. Her eyes widened with a look of dislike towards her husband.

Ammar was silent and did not answer. The man took a slow breath, then said goodbye to Papa to go to the room with Gana.

Ammar brought Gana's wheelchair closer to the sofa, and she sat there, opposite Gana in their room.

"Don't dong, honey. Farhan was my friend from childhood. We have always been together until now. Co-workers anyway. Farhan's open to other people, but I'm already a rich brother." Ammar was convincing. As much as possible to provide an explanation, although this has been many times.

Gana. But still his heart was not good. Seeing his wife as annoyed, Ammar could only rub his huffed face. He breathed again into the air because he felt tired.

"But I feel that Farhan is the one to watch out for!" wry smile.

Ammar laughs. "Wareful how? Farhan's not a bad guy. Remember Gana, we owe Farhan our lives. He was the one who helped us that day."

Ammar kept repeating and Gana was sick of hearing it. Somehow not a feeling of pity because it has been helped, but Gana even more hate with the man.

"But why was he there at the same time?"

"I've explained many times about the reason to you, why still do not believe, anyway?" answer Ammar. His face looks tired.

Because a wife's instinct is always right. My wife is never wrong. Since that answer Ammar gave, Gana chose silence. Free for him, Ammar's eyes were closed.

Silent.

Ammar tried to melt the atmosphere that felt suddenly cold. He realized he had just spoken in a high tone to Gana. "Mandi, yuk."

Gana shakes. "Why do you defend going home first, just to bathe me? There is Farhan more important. He's waiting for you." Gana's jealousy gets more visible. The woman glared, staring in the other direction.

If you want to be angry, please not now. He is tired, inwardly Ammar.

"Gana, please. Not now!" Ammar makes Gana back jerked. Of course Ammar does not want to break the rope of his friendship, just because Gana's instincts are unclear. Sometimes Ammar wanted to explore the contents of Gana's brain, why so hate Farhan.

Men will always use logic. He needs facts. Not like a woman who can only use her feelings.

Ammar took off his suit and then he sidelined on the sofa. Raise the sleeves up to the elbow. And raise the pants up to the calf.

"But I still don't like you being friends with him, Ammar!" Gana don't want to lose. She looked back at her husband. The whisperings from his heart made him brave.

Ammar again breathed heavily. He massaged the base of his forehead because of dizziness. In the office has a lot of work, where he has to go back and forth the office-house-cafe, where his meeting with clients later.

"I don't want you to leave!" Gana whining, holding her husband's hand. "Every time I saw you near Farhan, my chest was trembling. I'm afraid of that." Gana held his chest.

"I didn't go see him, like the other clients."

"Lied huh?"

Uh, my goodness. Ammar shook his head faintly. Very stubborn this woman. It was as if the speech to advise Gana just now was mental.

Ammar held his wife's shoulder. Stare clearly with a focus.

"You still haven't been able to examine my words just now? Okay, I repeat then. We owe Farhan a debt of gratitude, he helped your life and mine. Trying to help find the mastermind of this incident. Can't you see his kindness?"

Gana grunting. "Okay, if we really owe him, I can say thank you and give him money. But I don't want you near Farhan anymore! I don't like it, Ammar! I don't think he's that good!"

Ammar closed both eyes holding back the anger that seemed to be exploding because it was not strong with Gana's whining which he thought was increasingly unclear.

"Love me for one reason, which makes me to be able to agree with your words, can I?"

Gana. Himself confused. It is just instinct. The rest he could not find any evidence behind his instincts.

"There's no evidence, right? Just your feelings? Nerka-nerka wear a heart that is not clear what elements? There is a saying that says if you do not know then do not love. If you had known Farhan, you would have believed that saying. Farhan was more than a friend, Gana. I think of him as my own brother." now Ammar's hand was holding the shoulder, then came down to hold the wife's hand.

"Don't be so prejudiced, baby. You know that's not good?" ammar's voice returned soft, so smooth as cotton.

Because Gana did not know how Farhan could have the body of Ammar who was being overwhelmed with grief in the story of the past, in order to stand, stand and groan the fangs to his enemies.

"Mandi ya." take Ammar. He grabbed his wife's body to be taken into the bathroom.

Gana is weak. His heart was slightly sliced with shame at the advice Ammar had raised. Although deep in his heart, Gana still felt dislike and strange to Farhan.

Ammar shuffled, then leaned over to carry Gana from the wheelchair. When her legs just wanted to step up, it came back to a standstill because Gana tapped her shoulders. "I want to go with you to see a client. You see, I'm bored at home." said Gana.

Ammar knew it was his wife's alibi. Gana wants to see if Ammar is lying? Really meet the client or Farhan.

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"Why keep quiet? Angry at me?" tanya Gana who just resigned in the seat above closed. Ammar focused on watering Gana's body with shower water to remove the soap liquid attached.

Ammar laughed loudly. "I can never be angry with you .." In his heart he was trying to hold back his patience.

"Fuck the ketek." Gana raised her hand up. Ammar rubbed it with an air shower.

Gana looked at Ammar with another look. His heart continued to beat incoherently. He was no longer ashamed of this kind of polarity. Sometimes, the sound of saliva being swallowed until it is heard clearly in Ammar's esophagus. He was amazed by the poignancy and sincerity of his wife's body. Although there is a slight defect around the skin of his legs and thighs. But he never questioned it, for him the advantages of Gana others are still broad to cover the small wound.

If he could, Ammar would love to ambush Gana in bed until satisfied, but unfortunately he knew his wife could not love him fully. Allowing Gana to adapt first, but making herself desensitized to the change in Gana's attitude that begins to like her.

"Darling, should you not be at home? Rest up! I'll bring you some food."

Gana who was daydreaming looked at Ammar with a flash of the seeds of love immediately jumped. "You don't want me to come? You ashamed to take me?"

Ammar shook his head quickly. "Yaa-don't dong. Shame time. Just afraid you're bored and tired, it's better here. Sleep, watch Tivi, talk to Mama and Papa." Ammar put the shower handle back in place. Grabbing a towel to wipe his wife's wet body. "I promise I'll have dinner at home."

Gana shook her head with pursed lips. "I want to come! Dinner out there is good too." Gana is forcing. Indeed he is very memorized, if Ammar is like this. There must be something that the man covered.

"Mama'll definitely cook, not good dong if the food is not eaten." Ammar tried to continue to convince his wife who had earlier insisted on whining wanted to be invited. Because during her stay here, Mama Difa always cooked for her husband, children, daughter-in-law. There are three arts in this house.

"That's right, you want to go with Farhan?"

Ammar chose silence. It seemed that if they continued to answer Gana's words, they would only make a noise, and Ammar condemned it. Carrying the body of Gana who was only wrapped in a towel and then in the stand on the bed. Ammar stepped into Gana's closet to reach for the clothes.

"Nrank ..."

"Hemm." he answered only with deheman.

"Wear a dress that flowers hortensia aja, yellow color." said Gana.

However, Gana's forehead shrinks when Ammar returns in Spongesbobs' pajamas. The man did not obey his wife.

"Pajama shirts? I'm going with you." Gana again whines dislike. Wanted to go to his own closet but he couldn't.

"I want you home!" Ammar gave the order.

"No way!"

"Please understand Gana, I met the client instead of Farhan! I'm struggling to make a living for you! You should pray for your husband, not suspect him!"

DEG.

The voice of the baritone Ammar was heard. Gana to raise her shoulders in shock. Ammar took off the hooked towel on his wife's body and put on his pajamas in quick motion on Gana's body. Ammar also jerked himself with his words. It was never like this to Gana, but how else. Gana can't come.

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