Gannaya, My Adore
Please Spread!

"You can do it, get your period now!" gana's curse in the bathroom while she's pinning the sanitary pad in the center of the core.

"I don't know what else is going on! So he's just a good one!" Gana keep ngerocos no koruan.

After knowing Honey's door could not be broken, Gana was forced to serve Ammar in the usual way. The man was pushy, because it was already at the end. And tonight only Ammar can hit the peak of nirvana.

When I did not love, when I did not want to. Gana will be ordinary, when he does not get release, because at that time his love has not grown, his lust does not want to crack.

Now, when she was already in love, and close proximity to her husband in the vortex of the bed must make her passion flared.

And when he wants to try to escape, the Universe does not allow it. Haha.

Crick.

The bathroom door opened. Get out of there and step into the bed. Seen his sleep Ammar still in a state of innocence, with a prone position. His blanket had partly fallen dangling down. The man had always had his sleep.

"Oh my goodness." Gana shakes faintly.

"Ammar get up first. Put on a shirt." Gana wiggled her husband's body, until he wanted to open his eyes.

"Drowsy babe ..." Her great-granddaughter spoiled.

"Let's wake up. Put on the shirt first, you catch a cold." said Gana. She grabbed her husband's pajamas still strewn on the floor.

Ammar got up and sat on the lip of the bed. "Pakein" he said lazily. His eyes closed tightly again.

Gana grunting. "How much you are doing. Anything should all be taken, in ready-made, in pakein, in bribes. If for example, I don't exist, I die. How're you?"

Ammar reflex opens the eyes. He looked at his wife's goal. His drowsiness was instantly drawn as fast as lightning.

"Why are you talking about it?" that tone sounds sad.

Gana laughs while buttoning Ammar's pajamas. "Yes for example. If I don't--"

Ammar hugged Gana's body. Laying his head on the meeting between the chest and stomach. Sontak made Gana hang her voice just like that.

"When I say, I don't want to ... don't!" the man was scared. "I'd go crazy, maybe kill myself, if you didn't exist."

Gana laughs funny. "Nobody knows, Ammar. Could I go first instead of you." Gana is becoming. Not to scare, but indeed, he was telling the truth.

"In this world, we're just waiting. Waiting to get back home. Indeed in the world only temporarily, our eternal place in the Hereafter."

The man's hair is goosebumps. He felt he was not ready to die or be left dead.

"If we die. Are we going to meet? Looks like I'm going straight to hell, and you're definitely going to heaven."

Gana breaks Ammar's embrace and cupped the face of her husband who had not yet worn pants. Letting Harley who had shrunk helplessly.

"Never judge ourselves with bad words. Not because you have committed a sin, you have tasted yourself going to hell. Even if we know, all humans will definitely be in a hishab, go to hell and then last go to heaven. But what is already established will become the crust of hell, they will remain in it."

"I'm a serem." Ammar cremated his wife's pajamas on her back. Wouldn't let go of that woman even if it's just a detail.

"You don't be afraid just yet. Allah is Forgiving. Yes, it shakes me. For example gini, a prostitute can relieve the hishab and enter heaven just because it gives water to dogs who are thirsty. Maybe, outside of him is a prostitute. But in the middle of the night, he had two rakaats praying tahajud to Allah. He prayed, and God loved him. Like you, Ammar. You can do it."

Ammar hugged his wife's stomach. "Keep guiding me, baby. Until I have much knowledge to guide you back to God's heaven. I want to wake up with you there."

"Aamiin's." Gana smile. "Let's wear the pants first. Later if Harley gets in the wind, can it be dredged?"

Ammar laughs. He kissed his wife's cheeks again until she was wriggling spoiled.

"Love ..."

"Eumm?" Gana was still busy applying telon oil on the soles of Ammar's feet, at this time the man was already lying on his back.

"Whatever happens you'll stay the same, won't you?"

Stopped his fingers. He looked back at Ammar who was looking back at him.

"What do you mean, how?"

"If I had been poor, would you not have lived with me?"

Gana stops his activities. Close the open bottle of telon oil and put it on the nightstand. She approached her husband. Come and hold Ammar's chest. Putting her head on the cross of her husband's chin.

"I'm talking about that, why?"

Ammar laughed softly. "It's okay, I'm just nanya."

"Because you're my husband. Yes I still want to. Yes, I can't miss it. Because I have never lived a shortage. Mom and Dad always love whatever I want. But Mama once said, if we'd better be poor servants just don't be rich."

"My mother said too, so the rich man is not good, his head is bigger" Ammar continued.

"Prophet Muhammad always prayed to die in poverty. Until his wife, Aisyah protested, why even pray like that."

"Why indeed?" maybe this is what Ammar doesn't understand. It is only outside without knowing its deeper meaning.

"Guess dong." ledek Gana.

Ammar shook his head as he gently rubbed his wife's arm.

"Maybe it's a good religious lesson to talk about this, you're hanging out in the cafeteria?"

Ammar laughs. "Continue?"

Gana started to continue. "Because the poor will go to heaven 40 years sooner than the rich. The Prophet always said to his wife, love the poor and bring them to you so that Allah may bring you closer to Him on the day of the Resurrection. While the rich will be in hisab longer, because it is taken into account every wealth. Do anything in the world."

Ammar nodded his head. He began to understand and digest in his head. What a useful knowledge is being given by his own wife. Then rubbed Gana's hair and kissed her. "I'm not wrong I love you to moss, not to reply, but finally to marry."

Gana smile. Swiping Ammar's chest.

"Let's sleep yuk." asked Ammar, tucking his wife's whirlpool before he closed his eyes. Gana taped her embrace.

And they set out to dream.

****

Because he was menstruating, his subconscious suggested that he did not have to wake up at dawn.

But Ammar? Her husband must wake up and pray. Because all this time, Gana kept waking him up.

His eyes gasped as he looked at the clock at eight in the morning. It is not dawn anymore but it is Duha's time.

Gana sat down. Then she turned to her husband, who was curled up on her back from the blanket.

"I'm his misfortune. You must also be bad luck, not praying dawn!" gana Decak.

The woman approached. Shaking Ammar's arm. Suddenly his forehead shriveled.

"A really hot one?" exclaim Gana. Now his hand was examining the neck skin of the handsome man.

"You sick, Ammar?" ask Gana. The man was silent behind his eyes. There was a shivering sound coming from Ammar's mouth. Gana immediately turned her husband's body to sleep on his back.

The man groaned in the high heat. Lips dry.

"Cock can do this? The feeling of the night is nothing." Gana held Ammar's hands together on his chest.

"Ammar ..." call Gana again.

The man just mumbled indistinctly. Opening my eyes is not possible. He had already woken up from earlier. For some reason when he wanted to take a big bath and perform dawn prayers, his body shivered. Even now it is hot. Want to wake Gana, but he saw the wife was asleep. He could not bear it, and finally could only hold his own.

Gana hurried down from the bed to pick up a digital temperature checker. Directing the tip of the thermometer that only the origin of the press on the forehead directly gives the answer to the temperature.

"38 degrees? Oh, my God, it's hot."

Gana looks nervous. The woman panicked. She rushed out of the room to get warm water to compress her husband, and called the family doctor to come home.

****

Ammar leaned against the back of the bed while playing his tablet. Even though his body is still hot, he still plays games.

"Let's dong eat first, play the game later on on the line again." persuaded Gana. He sat on the bed with a bowl of porridge on his lap.

Ammar only nodded as he was still picking up the porridge in his mouth. His body is now wrapped in a thick jacket and the soles of his feet are protected with socks.

"Let's chew first." Gana said. She remained patient to serve her husband with her effective attitude. Taking care of a sick husband is worse than a baby. The effect, bring it, does not kelulungan.

"Yes ..." Ammar opened his mouth but his gaze was still towards the tablet screen.

"I didn't, anyway?"

Ammar immediately turned to look at his wife who began to upset.

Ammar smiled a smile. Then put the tablet on the nightstand. He chose according to if he had heard Gana's voice that began to cool and flat.

Husband scared wife. Like Umar Bin Khatab, who always obeyed whatever his wife said.

"Eating, taking medication. Keep sleeping again. You're still hot." said Gana.

An hour ago the doctor checked Ammar. The doctor only diagnosed Ammar was exposed to Febris, in his Indonesian language is fever. There was no other factor as support, the examination in his body was good. It's just a sudden fever.

Gana digests, it is possible that God is reducing the sin of her husband with the disease. Because disease is a sinner, one of them with heat pain.

"Yes dear." Ammar according. He finished his wife's own porridge.

After he was full, the man fell asleep clutching a bolster pillow in a blanket that stretched wide. Gana kissed the man's forehead many times and still felt hot.

"Cepet healed yes, my dear .." the greeting of love that he always dared to say, when Ammar was asleep. She was afraid in her husband's lead if she knew it had turned into bucin.

Just wanted to straighten the body because it was bending, stroking Ammar's body from the lip of the bed. Gana turned towards the nightstand staring at the Ammar device that was burning.

"Farhan?" Gana called the caller.

Gana's raut is starting to dislike. "What the hell do you want him to be?"

Not giving a chance, Gana immediately referred the call. Unmitigated, she quickly blocked the man's contact so that she could not contact her husband again.

Honestly, Gana is still scared. Afraid that Ammar would be affected again. He always remembered the words of Mahendra and Alex, so that Ammar better stay away forever from Farhan. Because the influence of that man was enormous.

****

"LACK OF TEACHING! Fuck you, Ammar! Tega once blocked Farhan's number!" decak Farina holding the device.

The pregnant woman turned to the patient's bed where Farhan was lying on top of her with an infusion hose attached to the back of her hand. Farina who was standing in the window frame immediately stepped up and sat down on the chair next to Farhan's bed.

The two friends seemed to be in inner contact with a body that was suddenly stricken with heat illness. Perhaps their sins are being washed away slowly by the Universe.

Last night Ammar had a dream of Farhan and thought about the man until he finally got sick. Because since yesterday Farhan is indeed being treated. Farhan whines to ask Farina to contact Ammar, the man wants to meet. But Farina refused.

And when he saw Farhan continued to moody with the temperature that did not also fall. Farina had to contact Ammar, intending to ask the man to visit, and the result was like this.

"Ammar is not your best friend, dear." said Farina bitterly. He stroked the soft hair of Farhan who was sound asleep.

Farina tightens jaws. His gaze turned dislikeful, the look of his eyes sharply staring at the wall. Seeing Farhan slumped and feeling thrown away like trash and finally getting sick like this, made Farina windy.

He pressed one contact from his cave, then put the body of the hape in his earlobe.

"Right now, please spread the photos I had prepared on the desk, to both of their extended families. The Artanegara family and the Hadnan family!"

DEG.

One hundred lighthouses were like taking off his grenade to on the way break into their two big families in a moment.

Can Ammar and Gana escape?

****

Patience yes, you guys are strong🤗🤗