I'm the One You're wasting
The Arrival of Alma

"Witma realize it's Arash, your husband." Arash had unceasingly said that from earlier because he was currently really worried about seeing Witma in this state. "Witma look at me all right it's me Arash." He held both shoulders Witma intended that Witma look at him and sure enough not long after Witma opened his eyes he immediately hugged him very tightly.

"Abang, I'm afraid, very ... very afraid," muttered Witma shrieked. "Mas Reka, come and want to vouch for me with his belt again." His voice trembled as it held back the sobs that would soon break. "He, he .. he wants to punish me, brother please save me." He hid his face on Arash's chest.

"There is no one here Witma but us, now please look at me" Arash asked Witma, who was still hiding in his chest. "I am Arash, your husband ...," he said slowly so that Witma would not be afraid anymore.

Slowly Witma began to obey what Arash said he raised his face little by looking at Arash's face. "Abang," he called hoarse.

"Yes, it's me Arash." Arash replied directly to the Witma. "Don't remember anything else about him, I beg you if you don't want to be like this anymore" he warned Witma.

"Abang, I'm sorry … ." Witma apologizes to Arash. "Please help me, to forget about Re—"

"Sttt, don't mention his name anymore" cut Arash quickly. "Quite from now on, you can only remember me, Arash your husband who will never treat you harshly" he continued.

Witma is crying out strongly as a sign it means.

"Now, better get some more sleep." Arash sees a clock on the wall showing p*kul 03:50. "I will accompany you here" he said, slowly laying Witma down. "Close your eyes, and keep forgetting to read the prayer first." He also lies down next to Witma after saying it all. "Sleep my dear wife, may your condition improve tomorrow morning as usual." The kiss on Witma's forehead he landed after that continued to peek both eyelids closed Witma. "My love will never fade, even if your black hair turns white" she said before closing her eyes.

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At exactly 05:25 a.m., Witma woke up and she was in the kitchen trying to make breakfast for Arash and Tami. However, when he was cool peeling red onions while humming a little reading the Prophet's sholawat just suddenly the winding of the hand on his question made him scream in shock. "Akhhhh!!"

"Abang, amused ...," said Witma while distancing his head, because suddenly he felt the sensation of ticklish and gelenyar that was caused to make the heat drag all over his body. "Don't look at us later. Bang," he said who was afraid to be seen by his sister when he was hugged Arash from behind like this.

"Tami's still sleeping so, you don't have to be afraid" Arash replied.

However, who would have thought that Alma who came to Arash's house early in the morning without giving up knowing his sister even got a tremendous shock, which was very surprising, he did not expect that the Arash he knew was so afraid of coming into contact with a woman but the times he managed to be made dumbfounded by what was happening at this moment. He also glared more and more perfectly when he saw Arash hugging the figure of a woman who he did not know who it was.

His slightly enlarged stomach suddenly became cramped because he saw Arash's behavior, what else when he heard romantic words that were just thrown from Arash's mouth. He who could not stand it finally blurted loudly calling the name Arash even though his stomach was getting very painful.

"Arash what are you doing?!" Alma screeched while holding her stomach. "You can do such a disgusting thing!"

Arash and the startled Witma spontaneously turned their heads. At that moment they saw Alma who was standing with a red face.

"You woman je la ng, dare to tease my sister!" Alma pointed at Witma with an up and down breath. He apparently did not realize that the woman he called je la ng was Witma.

"Sister Alma, since ka—"

"Silent Arash, you always remind Brother about sin and why, you did it yourself?" Alma looked at Arash with teary eyes. "Hell is crying at the sight of this very unworthy behavior of yours Arash. Really, I'm very disappointed in you!"

"Sister, listen to him first this is—"

"Oh, apparently she's Witma a widow you've been after." Alma again cuts Arash's sentence. "Mama and Papa must know all this, so that they may see the behavior of this pompous son!" His voice is so loud.