Hijrah Love Casanova
Taking a Look at Buying Coffee.

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...HAPPY READING'S......

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"Mas, just have dinner, because I've prepared dinner on the dinner table." said Fira saw her husband was just silent.

Not as usual, when Shafira spoke two words. Then Zayn will speak as if he were reading the proclamation of independence.

"I'll be careful, anyways on the track here are very crowded. Where there might be a bad guy." continued the girl put one hand on the pocket of the sweater. The hand that holds his wallet.

" I'm not the wife you want either. Then what good is a criminal kidnapping me. If it's just a burden to them. It's not that no outsider knows that I'm your wife. So Mas take it easy" Zayn who was just silent.

Directly clenched his hands tightly. The young man's jaw until it looks his veins because he was upset himself hearing the words of his wife.

"I'll go first! Assalamualai--"

"Fira" Zayn said, walking straight in front of his wife. "Never dispute my words. C'mon fast! Let me drop you off, "Zayn's words can't be denied by Fira anymore. The girl followed her husband from behind.

Upon arriving at the main door, Fira also locked the door first. Zayn was already heading to his car.

When Fira arrived at the garage, Zayn got into his car, because the young man had never used the services of a driver. If there wasn't an important event like the wedding of him and Fira two months ago.

Because Zayn doesn't like it. Fira opened the middle door. But when he comes in. Zayn had spoken out loud.

"Hey...why are you in the back?"

"Didn't he say he wanted to drive me to buy coffee? So I'll sit in the back." replied Fira with a deep sigh. To be patient with her husband.

"Ck, do you think I'm Mr. Rudi, your personal driver?" decak Zayn opened the car door next to his wheel. However, he did not go down, but just while sitting in his wheel.

"Move ahead! I don't want to be mistaken for the personal driver of a strange girl like you." the young man's words made Fira furrow her eyebrows. But even so, Fira still moved the seat forward and closed the door of the car that he had opened himself.

The sound of the car door that Fira closed.

"Where?"

"Huh?" ask Shafira bangtung.

"Where would you like to buy your coffee?" jutek. But Zayn still answered Fira's short question.

"To the supermarket near the intersection only. There is very complete if you want to shop for groceries, replied Fira already while putting a seat belt on his body.

Not much talking anymore. Zayn who grew up tonight did not go out with his friends and came home quickly from the company. Directly driving his car towards the supermarket which is not too far from his home.

Maybe not fifteen minutes. His luxury car, branded Mercedez Benz e-class, has arrived at its destination. Then the car stopped, Shafira immediately opened the salt belt from her body.

"Wait a minute, I'll just buy coffee. After that it will be directly pu--"

"Do you want to embarrass me? How could you get out of a fancy car, and then just go in for coffee." The young man's words made Fira not open the car door yet.

"Then what should I do? I just need coffee. So of course I'll just buy that thing. Who will know if I go with Mas Zayn. It's late and they won't know who's in this car."

"You can buy anything. Not if the groceries run out you will buy them again. So why not just all of you. Don't tell me if you were intentional. To come here as an excuse to shop again." Zayn recriminated as he pleased.

"I did it on purpose, because the money wasn't there. Anyway, I want to come to this place again. When it has nothing to do with shopping at home." replied Fira boldly.

"Then I'll give you your shopping money tonight. But I'll cut it next week. So you can go shopping now. It's a shame to come and just buy coffee." said Zayn was ready to take out his wallet.

"Huem. If by cutting money for next week. Zayn can get richer, so do it. I'm fine." said Shafira smiling slightly.

A smile will show that he is okay. His heart always felt pain.

... SERIATE......