Hijrah Love Casanova
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Morning has arrived.

From three o'clock last night like night. Shafira no longer sleeps. Once finished the morning prayer the beautiful girl immediately started doing all the homework.

Maybe because he did it with sincerity. Even the heavy ones feel light. Early in the morning Fira had finished cleaning the workspace of her husband who had not worked until what time.

So it's six o'clock past seventeen minutes. The handsome young man had not yet come out of his room.

Shafira who did not dare to wake up. I will just wait downstairs. The girl wanted to ask permission because today she will be home late because there are additional lessons from the campus that will be done in groups.

Last night Fira forgot to ask permission. If only permission to go to campus. Usually Fira would not wait for her husband to wake up. The girl just wrote a letter that she was going to put on the dinner table.

However, because this permission is different from his activities so far. So Fira still had to ask permission because whatever bad treatment Zayn. The young man was still her husband.

Taps!

Taps!

Fira immediately consisted of her seat as soon as she heard the footsteps of her husband stepping into their kitchen.

For a few seconds Zayn was silent staring at his wife who was also looking at him. However, after that he quickly decided the direction of his eyes. Then he walked to the dining table, and sat on the chair where he used to sit every breakfast. Nor dinner, because if it's during the day, Zayn never eats at home.

"What's wrong?" asked the young man because he saw Shafira tumben once did not write a letter.

"Eum.. later in the afternoon, maybe I will come home late because there is a group task that we have to do at my friend's house" Fira explained.

"Oh, whatever! Not that I told you, take care of each of our lives. Moreover, we only live this marriage for another ten months. So do what you want to do." said Zayn turned out to be back again spicy as usual.

"All right! I just wanted to say that. Do I want to get her breakfast? If there was no need, then I would leave now." looked at the attitude of her husband who had already returned to her cold mode. Shafira asked first before acting. Instead of having breakfast the spicy greeting Zayn.

"Do it!" just a short answer.

"Yes," Fira also participated in just a short answer. The girl kept back the bag she was going to carry on the sofa she was sitting on. Then walked over to the dining table to serve her husband.

"Even, enough!" prevent Zayn while Fira is still filling her plate with fried rice. So Fira immediately gave the plate to her husband.

"Are you not having breakfast?"

"No, because I've had breakfast since." It's impossible to leave her husband who's having breakfast. Shafira just sat down at the dining table. However, she just kept silent until the sound of her husband's cell phone broke the silence between the two of them.

"Mama!" zayn muttered which Shafira could still hear. Afraid that something might go wrong, Zayn immediately raised the call for fear that something had happened to the parents.

📱 Zayn : "Yes, ma?" asked the young man while glancing at Fira.

📱 Lady Elis. "Zayn, today Mr. Rudi cannot come. You see, his sister died." replied Mrs Elis, who was worried that her son-in-law was leaving for college there was no personal driver of their family.

📱 Zayn : "Then? Did you just call to let me know this?"

📱 Mrs Risa : "Of course, you're the one who intercedes, yes. Mama will not calm down if Fira departs by taxi." pinta he because very afraid if there are enemies of the child and her husband who hurt Shafira.

📱 Zayn : "OK fine! I'll drive him." replied the young man immediately hung up their phone. Then he resumed his breakfast which stayed a little more.

"Mas, what did Mom say?" ask Fira because she did not listen to the husband's conversation.

"Pak Rudi couldn't come, his sister left the world. So mom told me to drive you,"

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun! May Husnul khatimah and the family left behind be given fortitude." cried Shafira when listening to the news of the grief.

"Mas doesn't need to drive me. I'll order a taxi online saj---"

"I'll take you, this is my mother's order. Not my own will, so you don't misunderstand me. Your college and my company aren't too far away." Zayn said he finished his breakfast.

"All right! Please wait a minute, I want to clear this up first," said Fira who again can only give up.

"I'll wait in the car." Zayn left the kitchen because he was going to heat his car in the garage.

Not ten minutes. Fira caught up with her husband and got into the car. That is sitting in front, because if you sit behind Zayn will be angry again. I don't want to be considered a private driver.

Tiin's!

Tiiin up!

The sound of a car horn is sounded by Zayn as it passes through their home guard.

"Are the kids you teach all women?"

"You mean the kids who are tutoring with me?" Fira asked back.

"Yes, which one else is."

"True, the children I taught were only girls, and the biggest was only eighth grade."

"Oh," after that Zayn didn't say anything. Similarly, Shafira who again thought about the response of her campus friends when she saw Fira today delivered by her husband.

Either there will be news like what else because since Mr. Rudi drove him to pick him up. The girl's been rumored with Daddy's rich sugar.

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