Hijrah Love Casanova
My Lady.

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Last afternoon, after Zayn called himself and said no need to cook because he was not going home. Then tell Shafira to cook for dinner.

The girl did not cook and she only ordered food through a delivery that cost only twenty thousand rupiah. Then after lunch and prayer Zhuhur. Shafira does all the chores in the mansion that she now has to clean herself.

Strange but real, if only for meals and tuition fees. Shafira does not need to be a maid in her husband's luxurious house.

Whether embarrassed, conscious or not Zayn said that if Fira wants to eat must do homework. Doesn't he know if his wife is not a difficult person if just to make a meal.

So there is no need to be an assistant who will definitely make the woman suffer because the house is very large and not to mention cooking and washing clothes.

Even washing clothes using a washing machine. Still done using hands as well, because it must be in the sun and iron.

Almost three o'clock. Shafira is done with all her work. After that the girl had just rested in the room before the time of Ashar prayer came.

After bathing and praying Ashar. Shafira went to the kitchen to cook for their dinner. The girl thought Zayn wanted to have dinner with her. So when arranging the cuisine on the table, he arranged it very neat and beautiful when viewed.

With a flowery heart the girl returned to her room after her cooking was neatly arranged on the dining table.

When the Magrib prayer time almost came, the beauty went into the bathroom to clean her body that was sultry because she had cooked.

"Agh fresh!" shafira muttered because he had finished bathing and ablution. After that Fira came out of the bathroom and put on her clothes. Only then did he return to work on the five prayers of the time.

During his stay at the boarding house. The girl was already used to doing prayers on time and after graduating from the boarding school. This habit makes him always pray after being on time.

Fira wants to have dinner with her husband. He does not teach as he usually does. Fira just dhikr and read sholawat only. After that he kept his face and put on a hijab in front of a mirror.

Shafira slightly smeared the baby powder on her already beautiful face. Dressing up for your husband, there is no harm. Moreover, Fira knows Zayn hates him because of his all-enclosed appearance.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim! O Allah, may this dinner be a good omen because Mas Zayn will accept me as his wife."

Just now Shafira muttered a little. The roar of her husband's car engine had already entered the grounds of their home. With a thumping feeling Shafira came out of the room and walked towards the main door to welcome the arrival of Zayn. However, when the door was opened the girl swallowed her own Saliva accompanied by pain raining down on her heart.

"Mas Zayn came home with the girls. Who is this girl? Why is he sticking to my husband like this? Astaghfirullah pazim. Oh God! Please force me not to doubt them."

Shafira asked herself. Just muttering in his heart was all he could do now.

"Mas si---"

"She's my woman, you're a lot of questions because I want to have dinner after the shower. Have you prepared everything?" sela Zayn turned to Shafira who closed the door.

"I've been cooking for dinner and also preparing it on the dining table. But who is this woman? Is she Mas's wife too?" despite the pain, Shafira had to ask the truth.

"I told you, she's my woman." Zayn answered flatly.

"Mas, she's not your wife. Why bring him home? You guys are--" too"

"This is my house, you just hitchhiked here. So step aside because I don't need your talk." Fira's body immediately froze. His mouth was speechless, for it was not his home.

When Fira was pensive, Zayn immediately brought the girl inside and took her to the room on the second floor.

The test!

The test!

Shafira quickly wiped her tears as she said. "I'm fine,"

Not wanting to dissolve in grief because of her husband. Shafira went straight to the kitchen to make sure everything was ready. So that Zayn does not get angry at him because there is still less.

Moreover, the girl does not know whether her husband likes the cuisine or not, because whatever food is liked by her husband she does not know.

When Fira was in the kitchen. It turned out that Zayn had finished bathing and changed clothes. Bringing the sexy woman to the dining table.

"Elena, let's sit down, let's have dinner. But the taste of the cooking I don't know either," with his mesraya Zayn pulled the dining table chair for the woman to sit down. Then he sat down next to her too.

"Fira, why are you just standing. Quickly get me food and we have dinner together" said Zayn, who made Fira walk forward to serve her husband.

Husband? I don't know! Seeing her husband so affectionate to other women and so rude to her. Makes Fira hesitant to hope to be a husband and wife like everyone else.

"Is this enough, Mom?" though the heart aches and jealous to see her husband's woman. Shafira continues to serve her husband well.

"Already! You just sit, this food is too much if only for the two of us. Think of it as your wages that have cooked it." Zayn deliberately made Shafira come to eat with them because he wanted to hurt his wife's feelings that were not much denied.

"Huem, okay!" jawan Fira is short.

"Elena. Don't look at him because he's nobody. Only the wife was chosen by my master's men." neither did Fira put food in her mouth. However, he was already made full by Zayn's spicy words.

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