Handsome Husband Wife Unapparent
Bisma came with an invitation

"Bi Marni ... Bi Marni ... Bi Marni!" riko called her housekeeper.

The middle-aged woman was moved to Riko who was standing at the door of her room. Bi Marni was astonished, all this time never once his master called out with a loud shout.

"I-iya, Den," Bi Marni replied as she caught her breath slightly panting.

"Please next time if there's a parcel, Auntie's meeting him. No Naila!" riko orders and goes straight into her room without waiting for Bi Marni to answer.

"Alright, Den," replied Bi Marni who did not care about her master was no longer in front of her.

Bi Marni then approached Naila who was standing not far from her. Patted gently on Naila's shoulders, trying to calm her employer's heart. Bi Marni already considers Naila like her own daughter. Moreover, during this time Naila always treated him very well, unlike the employer on her maid.

"Patience, yes, Ma'am. That's a sign Den Riko loves Ma'am Naila very much. Already, sort it out," suggested Bi Marni.

"Yes, Bi. Sorry, yes, if Mas Riko had yelled at Auntie," Naila replied.

"Yes, Mom, it's okay. Aunty was just shocked because Den Riko has never been like that." Bi Marni gave an explanation to Naila who looked unkind to her.

Naila then went to the kitchen with Bi Marni. She was allowed to calm herself in her own room. Working with vegetables and groceries in the kitchen makes Naila happy, forgetting the jealousy of the husband who is too excessive according to him.

"Mom, I'd better cook. Miss Naila Nemenin Den Riko. It is not good to let your husband alone when angry so," suggested Bi Marni.

"It's okay, Bi, let me cook. I just want to make a special menu for Mas Riko, let him be happy and eat it later. After all, I will definitely accompany her," Naila replied as she continued to prepare various cooking spices.

Bi Marni understood and immediately helped Naila cut the vegetables and washed all the ingredients that Naila had provided. Bi Marni also admitted, the woman's employer's cuisine is very delicious, different from the cuisine.

"Bi, if you want to eat first please, do not hesitate. I want to pray with Mas Riko." Naila said to Bi Marni after finishing all her cooking.

"Yes, Mom, thank you."

After all the dishes were ready to be served, Naila immediately left the kitchen. Entering the room, he saw Riko was sleeping. Naila immediately cleanses herself of the sweat and smell of the inherent spice. After the smell, she woke up her husband.

"Mas, wake up, we pray dhuhur first." Naila wakes the sleeping Riko by rubbing her cheek. Smelling the fragrance of bath soap, Riko woke up and smiled at Naila's bright face.

"Astaghfirullah, I fell asleep, honey. I take ablution first, we pray together."

Naila prepared a prayer kit, held two prayer mats on the floor of her room facing the qibla. After finishing the prayer, Naila invited Riko to lunch together.

"Mas, let's eat. I've made a special menu for my husband."

"Thank you, honey. Sorry I was too much."

Naila just nodded and smiled. Riko's hand was held and they walked towards the dining room. Various appetizing foods that have been presented at the table, making Riko's stomach feel hungry suddenly.

My wife is very good at making me happy, why do I make her sad with my anger for no reason? I'm sorry, Naila. I just love you too much and fear losing you, Riko's inner heart.

Riko kissed Naila's fingers before devouring the food Naila had prepared on her plate. As Riko grew more guilty, Naila never responded to her anger. His wife always tried to make his heart happy, one of them by cooking his favorite food.

"Mas, when is Clara's wedding? Did he not invite us?"

Naila tried to shift the subject of their conversation. Do not let jealousy become the main topic.

"Sir Rony said yesterday that their marriage was postponed because Clara was suddenly seriously ill. I don't know what pain it is either."

"Why don't we go see him?"

"She shouldn't be looked at first, maybe she got covid or I don't know. Just pray it heals quickly and get married."

"Aamiin .. yes, Mas."

"Oh, yes, I forgot to say that Bagas tipped the greeting. He left yesterday for Kalimantan and worked at one of my friend's branches."

"Thank God, thank you, yes, Mom. May Bagas really get back on the right track."

"It's all thanks to you, Naila. Bagas and also Riko's sister changed because of you."

"Can't talk like that, Mom. All human hearts belong to God and all who can turn their hearts upside down are only God. Hidayah came from Allah, so they changed also because of Allah," explained Naila who made Riko realize his words were wrong.

"Astaghfirullah .. You are right, Naila. Even my religious knowledge is still far from my wife" said Riko, who is increasingly amazed at the woman he loves. His thoughts went back to all of Naila's male friends who also admired his wife. However, the thought was immediately dismissed, not wanting his appetite to be lost due to his bad prejudices.

"We're both learning, Mas. Let's eat again, Mommy. Spent is also okay, everything is special for my handsome husband," said Naila who makes Riko smile happily.

"I want to add vegetables. It's really good for your cooking, honey," Riko replied while giving the plate to his wife.

Naila immediately picked up what Riko asked. She smiled and was happy to see that her husband was no longer angry.

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Loro ora koyo

wong kang nandhang

manganese ra doyan

ra jenak dolan

Mung kudu

ati woting

duh kusumo ayu

opo ra tranyuh

iki sawangen

you're sing kuru

Bi Marni chants Javanese style with melodious. It is common in the late afternoon when watering plants and cleaning the front porch. Mr. Supri was sitting enjoying fried bananas and black coffee, accompanying Bi Marni while reading the newspaper he bought from the hawker.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

Bi Marni and Mr. Supri stopped their activities and answered their greetings. The woman who felt she had never known her guest immediately met a handsome man standing in front of the fence.

"Naila is there, Bi?"

"Sorry, Mas. Ma'am Naila is going with Den Riko," replied Bi Marni who made her husband surprised.

Mr. Supri walked over and whispered something into his wife's ear.

"Bune, Miss Naila is in her room, why did you say there wasn't? Don't mess around with Bune, it's not good to be caught with Naila and Den Riko."

"Here you go, shut up, sirne. I'll tell you later."

Mr. Supri was forced to shut up, watching his wife talk.

"What do you need, huh, Mom? Let me say the same thing later" asked Bi Marni who made the man in front of her silent and thought.

"But the car is at home, Bi. Did Naila really go with her husband?" Bi Marni squealed softly, for a moment she felt annoyed at the guest who did not want to believe her words.

"The reason is that I don't believe. Miss Naila and Den Riko had gone to be picked up with her brother, so the car was left at home." An excuse suddenly surfaced in Bi Marni's mind to convince her guests.

"Oooh so ...."

"Yes, Mas. If you want to send a message, let me tell you later. What is the message and from whom."

"Then I drop this invitation, yes, Bi. Tell Naila this is a wedding invitation from her college friend Eva. And my name is Bisma, Bi."

"Ready, Mas. I'll tell Naila."

"Thank you, yeah, Bi. Excuse me first. Assalamu'aikum ...."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam ...."

The handsome male guest was Bhishma. For Bisma, finding the home address of a businessman named Riko Alamsyah Putra is easy. A college friend named Eva, came to his office to give him a wedding invitation.

The opportunity was immediately used by Bisma to meet Naila on the grounds of delivering the wedding invitation Eva who is also Naila's friend. Turns out his arrival was in vain, he could not meet Naila. Hopefully, by giving the invitation, he can meet Naila at Eva's wedding, as expected.

The bisma came home disappointed. Bi Marni finally explained to Mr. Supri the reason she lied to her guests. His master was jealous, Bi Marni was guarding the heart of her female master. Do not want because the arrival of a male friend Naila will muddy the atmosphere.

Without Bi Marni noticing, Riko heard the husband and wife talk from behind the door. Riko smiled, Bi Marni understood herself a long time ago. Riko approached them and pretended to ask.

"Bi, whose invitation is that?" ask Riko who makes Bi Marni can no longer hide the invitation card she carries.

"Eh, Den Riko .. anu Den, this ... this is an invitation to Mbak Naila," Bi Marni replied forcedly.

Bi Marni finally gave the invitation card in her hand to her master. Actually Bi Marni's plan was to give the invitation directly to Naila, but Riko found out first.

"Who brought him in, Bi?" ask Riko to convince him who's coming.

"Ehmm .. yes, Den. His name is Mas Bhishma and I'm sorry that I was so presumptuous. I said that Ma'am Naila was going with Den Riko. Forgive me, Den," replied Bi Marni who suddenly felt guilty to her female employer. The plan he had drawn up had to fail.

"Auntie doesn't need to apologize, I thank Auntie instead. Next time she comes here again, please don't let her meet Naila, especially if I'm not home."

"Yeah, Den." Bi Marni could only reproduce the orders of her master.

"Supri sir, please take me tomorrow morning, yes. I have a meeting outside the city. Maybe we'll go home tonight."

"Well, Den," replied Mr. Supri.

"Oh, yes, Bi. Please don't tell Naila that her friend came to deliver the invitation. Let's just say Aunt never took it." Riko's words were an indisputable order. Bi Marni could only nod her head in a forced manner.

Riko walked to her room. Naila is still asleep after carrying out her duties as a wife. Riko smiled, looking at the face of Naila who looked tired because of her actions.

Riko lets Naila rest for a while, before waking her up to perform the ashar prayer. Adzan had just reverberated, Riko also walked to the bathroom and prepared to go to the mosque.

Get out of the room, get to the workspace. Storing an invitation card from Bisma into her briefcase, there was no intention of telling Naila. Riko does not want his wife to meet a male friend who admires him. Riko smiled again and stepped into the mushola quietly without any guilt.

"For her friend Eva, I'll just send her a gift as a form of congratulations on her marriage. I'll write it on behalf of Naila."