Gannaya, My Adore
The Maldavaku (Ganaya POV)

Pov Ganaya.

"The longest drug is to get married."

A tip that I always heard over and over again from my Mama's lips, when our extended family was gathering.

My mother, who is still beautiful despite her age, always advises us, especially me and Gelfani. To always be faithful, to accept, to understand the condition of the husband inwardly.

I don't know why the one who was always pressured was us. Her daughter. Mama was so afraid we both could not be loyal to her own husband.

Naudzubillahmindzalik. My grandfather at that time when Mama kept pressing whether I was still in contact with Adri?

"Sin, Gana!" just keep going. Repeated like a rambeng cassette.

As if Mama has a stored past and is more sensitive to the world of friendship. I don't know ... I don't understand.

But with the carelessness of Mama. Getting me trained to stay loyal to Ammar, even though I couldn't love him at the beginning of our marriage.

Many times I refrained from knowing Adri or burying my curiosity. It feels so hard for me to do.

But again the words of Mama who always advised me about the word loyalty. It made me hold fast, that I was married and should remain loyal to Ammar.

And the beginning of that faithful compulsion, made my life only stunned by him. Starting to pay attention to him, the man who until now still difficult for me to believe, if we finally mate.

Haha. I want to scream and laugh. Laughing at this self that used to be very arrogant, always rejecting Ammar and saying harsh words to him. If we could not be united.

And actually.

I wet my throat with my own saliva. My tongue seemed to break because I had betrayed verbally that I would never be able to love Ammar.

And actually again.

I loved her

Loved him

Loved him

Very!

I was really embarrassed and embarrassed to tell her how I felt. Let him be sensitive himself. I'll be waiting.

As I recall, I started to like her like a couple, when I first saw her face wet from the water. There was a strange rumble pounding inside the chest. Ammar was handsome at the time. But the likes disappear, the likes go up and down, for some reason, I don't understand either.

The likes that only like, it seems to go up phase. At which point, I started to fall in love with him, Maldavaku. Just with a dime activity, I started to get crazy about him.

That is when he was cutting my toenails and hands. While I was still in a wheelchair staring at my plants in the yard. The man came and sat down and faced me, carrying a bunch of pedicure and menicure tools.

While watching a video from YouTube, he practiced it all to the nails of my hands and feet. One in a thousand men will do this to a woman.

My only romantic papa was with Mama, I never met, like Ammar treated me. My husband is indeed amazing, his love is sincere and pure.

And I was stupid to let him get hurt to hold his own love for years.

Unconsciously I kissed his forehead just because it follows the instincts of the heart that appeared at that time, Ammar smiled happily and remained focused on cleaning my fingernails.

During the illness he took care of me patiently, whatever I was harassing, never in his mouth. If my mood is not good because suddenly upset with my paralyzed state, he will be silent when my body is cubiti. Even stroking my hair and saying, want to go to the salon?

Ahh, I don't understand this guy. It's really good to be hurt.

But ... It turns out I'm the one who's hurt by it now. My husband who I used to always think of as a little grandpa, turned out to be a monster in the form of a human. In the front can change the form of an angel, but in the back it turns into a devil who is cursed by God.

Again the words I don't know I'm wearing now. Yeah, I don't know why. When I knew all the bad things, I loved him even more.

And when I was still guessing about the evidence that was not clear two weeks ago, I felt very anxious to divorce him.

I do not accept all his crimes and lies. How disgusting is his deed, as handsome and as handsome as that to be the Mafia? I was immediately coaxed, uh wrong, meaning I was surprised.

It feels like the legs in the body want to sway and loose. Not to mention when he slapped me, even though I knew it wasn't on purpose. Still I was upset, eager to slap him back until the thrush.

And back again with the advice of Mama 'Marriage is the longest worship'. And I'm sure, about the Ammar issue that just came out tonight, it also has something to do with Mama's advice.

I must remain his wife, protect, pray, accept her disgrace, take him on the right path and keep his love from turning to actors whose faces are usually white but whose necks are the same black hands. Hidhi. Sorry I laughed.

Such is the essence of the meaning behind Marriage is the longest Worship, for I must always be prepared when the Khalik will return to our marriage, want to test the strength and sacrifice we can give for this longest worship.

Attending every test of our household that does not know when our ship will stop sailing, of course when one of us goes home first to God, that was when our longest service ended.

Brucks.

The shock felt in the car because the tire accidentally hit the hole, making my daydream scatter. I who was still enjoying the night road immediately gasped to look at the front of the wheel.

Denis is still focused on driving. The man yawned many times. And next to him was Bima who had snored. The sate ... Oh wrong. Pelorr I mean. The origin of the nempel is directly molor. Ck.

And then, my big baby? What the hell is he doing?

As he continued to cry begging not to be divorced, it made my husband tired and ended up falling asleep. Without guilt, he put his head on my lap, hugged my stomach and snored.

I looked at the corner of his eye that still kept the wetness. The man pleaded, thrashed, apologized, explained the details of how it started. And I still stand by not wanting to forgive him. Yeah, one more time. I was just pretending to be strict.

And this pretense made me think of hunger.

"May ..."

Denis gasped at my call.

"Yes, Mom? I thought Mom was sleeping." Denis replied.

I chuckle softly. "I can't sleep, Den. My stomach is hungry."

"Would you eat first, ma'am?" maybe he's also a code, so I ask him to stop the car so he can stop by the restaurant first. I know everything in this car hasn't eaten, without my exception.

While rubbing my throat, I returned to speaking. "If there is a fringe chicken pecel, can nepi yes. I want to." I didn't realize my hand was rubbing my husband's arm slightly wriggling. Tell him again to get louder.

"Good, Mom."

I point again this bead of eyes looking at Ammar. Smoothly stroking his face, following in the footsteps of his handsome face with the tip of my finger.

Unaware, I kissed her face repeatedly. Every time I kissed her, I felt my body drift into the clouds.

***

In accordance with my will. Denis kept his promise to keep the car in a chicken shopper tent on the side of the road.

At first, Ammar's eyebrows were raised and again convinced me to eat at the restaurant. But I still insist on eating here. Eat simple with our two assistants. It's not that I'm stingy about not eating at the restaurant, but I do want to eat a chicken pecel.

Ammar still rubs his eyes and occasionally yawns, a sign that both eyes still want to be closed. Every time he wants to close his eyes, I pinch his arm. He will complain of pain and Bima and Denis will laugh at him.

"This is a place to eat, not a room! You can't sleep if you want to eat!" my jolt is ketus. He moved his head with a nod. Pass it if I'm still sewed.

"Can't be spanked! You think your breath smells?" my husband's mouth was immediately folded inwards. His eyes were round but stuck.

Bima and Denis laughed again.

Not long after our order arrived. Four complete chicken pecel packs and four glasses of warm orange water were presented in front of us.

"Sorry, Sir. Can I have a spoon?" pinta.

"Wear hands! Eating with fingers directly is the sunnya Prophet Muhammad SAW." said I loudly, again the guts of Ammar shrieked.

"No need, sir." as Denis told the brother who was greeted with the naughtiness of Bima. The two men were stirring rice with sambal on a plate.

Satisfied with their hearts, Ammar was severely bullied. Ammar cannot eat without a spoon.

"Wisdom, sir, if you eat with your hands directly" said Bima

"Eat with your mouth!" ammar Tukas.

"Who said you were wearing duburr?" decak.

I saw Denis and Bima want to spout rice that they were chewing.

"Sukurin!" Ammar snorted, looking at Bima and Denis, maybe in his mind like this. 'Take a look at you guys, I'll release your belly button'. Haha. I grieve in my heart.

"Can you eat with your hands?" I still have a cold tone. Without looking at him, because I was busy stirring the orange water in my glass.

"May baby, for your sake. Don't use your hands, use your feet I can't 'cock." Ammar is back.

"Try Ma'am tell me to practice. So you want to know how to eat with your feet. Going to mix up, won't ya?"

Haha. The two men who were always stuck everywhere then laughed crisply. And I was also lured by it. Ammar can only snort bete.

"Ow .. duh." my husband grimaced. He pulled his hand which had just pulled the skin of the chicken from the chest. He grimaced the heat.

"Eat carefully. Rich debus alone can be immune to the same heat." I said ketus again to him.

Ammar thrust out a palm whose knuckles looked slightly flushed. Code want to ask in inflatable. I can't refuse it. My husband whines softly. Like a forced child asking his mother for a thousand dollars.

"Wah like a boy, Mr." ledek Bima.

"Old boy. Haha." - Denis.

I who was concentrating rubbed his fingertips along with chuckling.

And there was a knock of bones from the neck when Ammar was wriggling his head, code-wise, like he was going to strangle them both.

Bima and Denis hurriedly swallowed his laughter with silence. I'm still laughing, funny with the couple. Haha. Yeah, that's how I cut them off.

My husband can't eat without a spoon, he looks like he's been eating for a long time like a conch. We're already in Africa he's still at the HI roundabout. I feel like I'm going to add, if you see him eating catfish like that.

Gregetan and gemes. I finally grabbed her plate and started to feed her with my own hands. My husband put on a smile of love.

"Maawaaccih sahyaangg--" he said indistinctly while chewing. His mouth is chili.

I just tilted the corners of my lips, indicating I was still mad at him. In my heart, I laughed. The period of killing and chopping organs alone can, but eating with hands alone can not.

Fucking weird.

After bribing him. Pay for all the food we ordered. We finally got into the car. But before that happened, with my deheman, they were all staring at me.

"Why baby?" tanyanya gently.

I didn't answer. I turned my eyes to Denis, who was staring at the steering wheel.

"Car keys leave it to Dad. The Father will support us. You two can sit back and rest. Our journey home is long."

All three tumbled. But my older husband was silent while knitting his eyebrows, he looked reluctant. And I'm happy.

"Get ready, ma'am." Denis said happily. Haha.

"This, Sir. Keys." Denis handed the car keys to my husband, whose face looked horror at Denis. But, Denis and Bima just chuckled holding back the tickle. When else think of them, be supported by his President.

Ammar pressed the unlock button on the car keys and we rushed in. But he was still pecking outside the steering door, from his face was heavy, did not accept the two claws that he dearly berleha-leha behind the passenger seat like a big master.

"Let's get in!" my word.

"Ehhh-iya, dear." she stuttered.

"When again, right. We're being treated to the same father."

Bima and Denis laughed again at my joke.

Again Ammar snorted annoyed but restrained. It felt like he wanted to pull thick lips belonging to Bima and Denis who were satisfied from earlier mocking him.

I folded my arms around my chest, seriously staring at the road ahead. "I'll sleep first. My body feels tired. When I get home, I still have business with you, Ammar!" lugas.

"What do you think about when you get home? In bed?" without sin because he made a mistake today, he even gave me a gift.

And then Ammar groaned because I bit his ear.

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