Hazimah and Aqlan
Drama before bed

"I know you love Gus Aqlan" said Dira to the point. "It can be seen from your gaze, from earlier looking at my best friend's husband." continued Dira explained when he saw the surprised face of a woman he did not know his name.

"I'm Dira. Zimah's best friend." said Dira familiarize himself, and put his hands in front of the woman sitting in the garden chair.

"I'm Ayesha." she answered receiving a helping hand from the woman who was already sitting next to her.

Dira nodded. Removing their hands, the two were both silent, while looking ahead, the expanse of flowers that adorned around him.

"I'm sure you're a good woman, an honorable woman. And there would be no thought of cornering my best friend." said Dira suddenly breaking the silence, looking at Aisyah with a line of smiles.

Aisyah was surprised to hear the words of the woman sitting next to her. Not directly answering, Aisya shifted his gaze forward again.

"Piercing is not in my thinking." explained Aisyah without turning her head.

Dira smiled faintly while still looking ahead. "I hope so." Dira.

"What do you mean?." Tanya Aisyah frowned focusing on Dira beside her.

"Pain can succumb to the beliefs that we have always held." A line of smiles again accompanied Dira's sentence that Aisyah did not understand.

"I did expect the matchmaking yesterday, to happen. Because I have long put my heart on Gus Aqlan. But he didn't realize. Qodarullah gus Aqlan prefers his chosen woman over me, the woman who was in a long match by our respective grandfathers."

Dira heard seriously the story of Aisyah who looked ahead, like a shadow.

"Return again, I, not his matchmaking gus Aqlan." Aisyah looked at Dira smilingly. "Ning Zimah is a good woman, sholehah. Gus Aqlan chose it." Aisyah continued to express her opinion.

Dira smiled in response.

"I'm sorry, so tell me about my heart." Connect Aisyah with her hardness.

"It's okay. Not good in the pendam." Said Dira chuckling.

"Ning Zimah is lucky huh, surrounded, nice people. In addition to getting a sholeh husband, it also has a friend who is understanding, and protects him." Aisha said what she knew.

A faint smile, Dira, responded to Aisyah's words. "The principled woman, nothing in her dictionary expects mercy from others. So that people who do not know him will consider his life perfect." Dira said with awe to his best friend, Zimah.

Aisyah smiled, this time immediately understanding what Dira said.

The mood was silent again. Because the second was back to silence, while looking at the clear sky and bright moonlight, decorated with the flickering stars around him.

"Astaghfirullah." Said Dira immediately stood up, followed by Aisyah who was reflexive because she was surprised.

"Why?." Her question was astonished, still with her shock.

"So I said he wanted to help santri. Uh landed here." Dira's reflexes exude his jakarta logat. But it is not ignored Aisyah because her focus is on the annoyance of Dira.

"Our sagging clean up in the next tomorrow. About it I accidentally heard the talk of the students." Obviously Aisyah, calm down Dira.

Dira breathed a sigh of relief. "Judah, I'll help you tomorrow. I have permission to enter first, sleepy. It's also night." Dira evaporates by closing his mouth.

"Yes, please." Answer Aisha

Dira immediately stepped towards his inn which was still in the pesantren area.

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Aqlan realized hearing a voice from the direction of the bathroom. Groping beside her, in an empty sense, Aqlan opened her eyes, and did not see her wife. Aqlan immediately got up and rushed to his wife, who turned out to be in front of the sink.

"Vomit again." Said Aqlan while helping to massage the nape of his wife.

"It's so nice." Adu Zimah was spoiled, directly hugging her husband after washing her mouth.

Feeling the headband of his wife, Aqlan asked again. "Keep what?, say the same mas." Tender Aqlan.

"You hug me." Zimah's voice was buried in her chest, but Aqlan could still hear her.

Aqlan nodded even though his wife did not see. "Hug her while lying down. If you're nervous about your feet, pegel." Bring Aqlan.

Zimah pulled back her head slightly, and looked up at Aqlan. Then nodding like a child, making Aqlan chuckle a little, gemez with his wife's mannerisms.

"Gemez is so." Said Aqlan pinching a little of his wife's cheek. Making Zimah pout and rub his cheek that was on the Aqlan pinch.

"Sorry baby. You're really geez." On his elus the cheek that he had pinched. Then take his wife up to bed.

"I feel more and more day, more spoiled ya mas." Zimah said she felt her recent self-change was different.

Aqlan reciprocated his wife's embrace, in her swab of the back of his wife's head, while smiling gently.

"Yes you are spoiled." Honest Aqlan with a small ruckus.

Zimah was about to turn her body, lying on her back to her husband. But Aqlan immediately held back, and laughed as his wife sulked.

"But mas like you spoiled cake gini baby." Aqlan smiled sweetly.

Zimah's cheeks blushed red, and smiled shyly, hearing her husband's words. But instantly his face instantly changed, looking at Aqlan flat, his lips pouting.

Aqlan was confused by the drastic changes of his wife. "Why?." Ask him confused.

"So yesterday I wasn't spoiled, didn't like it?." Said Zimah looking at her husband who was like a confused person.

Aqlan looked up at the words of his wife. "It's not like that, baby." Aqlan replied quickly, afraid his wife misunderstood his words earlier.

"Continue?." Did not change his facial expression, while waiting for an answer from Aqlan.

"I mean mas, if you are spoiled gini mas is not a problem, as long as it is spoiled just the same mas. If you like it from before. Here's proof we're gonna have kids." Obviously Aqlan, rubbed his wife's stomach.

Zimah laughed at the look on her husband's face.

"Aren't you angry?." Aqlan said happily.

"I'm not angry. This is the innate effect of his baby's dedek times, it's not okay if his father speaks wrongly for his mother." Kilah Zimah chuckled slightly at her husband, but her hands stroked her flat belly.

"What time?." Aqlan pretended to put on her incredulous face.

Zimah laughed softly, holding her husband's face, with her hands resting on her left cheek, and right. Then kiss the whole face of the husband with a lot of alternating.

Aqlan laughed between his wife's kisses. Not to be outdone, Aqlan immediately clutched his wife, then changed the position to be above the wife with the right hand and left wife, so as not to befall Zimah. Aqlan approached his face, so that their noses touched.

Zimah's eyes were puffed up, her chest pounding, shocked by the sudden action of her husband. "What do you want." Ask Zimah timidly.

"You're retaliating, it's not fair that you're the only one who kissed me." Reply Aqlan lightly, enjoying the wife's nervous face. After her, Aqlan immediately kissed her wife's face. Just like what Zimah did. Even more so than Zimah, making Zimah laugh amusedly.

"Geli mas." Zimah said in her laughter.

Aqlan stopped and looked at the beautiful face of Zimah who was below her. Immediately change the position as before, lying next to his wife, then crouch.

"Now sleep again, it's twelve o'clock. It's not good for pregnant women to sleep this late." Aqlan.

Zimah nodded, and went into the arms of her husband.

Aqlan retreated her head slightly, looking at her wife who was trying to close her eyes. Aqlan smiled at her.

Before saying anything Aqlan continued to pry a smile.

"If every day, before going to bed, get a kiss from an angel, like his mas will continue to dream beautiful."