In 30ths.
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" Well, good, right?" Ask Dera who waits for a nod from Al or just a YES answer.

" It's so good, darling." Replied Al who continued to devour the rice and chicken nuggets that were in front of him.

" It's me who's fried." Dera said waiting

praise again even though the intention of cooking is just frying nuggets.

Although it's just a side dish with chicken nuggets and bottled sauce but Al doesn't mind it. Al knew very well how spoiled his wife was before marriage and now it has changed. Al really appreciated that. Warm conversation and occasionally accompanied by laughter as well as al's affectionate strokes to the wife make Dera's heart like filled by millions of butterflies tickling her.

It doesn't feel like one Sunday has Al and Dera's wedding intertwined. Al was busy with his lectures during the day and was busy working. Only at night can Dera and Al chat.

Tonight Dera deliberately went home quickly to cook.

Yes, especially if it is not a ready-to-eat menu that lives in the heat.

The menu this time is just spicy fried chicken that he bought from his mall and also sauteed kale that spiced the base of fried onions and powdered chicken broth.

" It's over, now just cook it." Dera monologues with a beautiful fluffy smile.

Dera took a bath, meanwhile Julian had arrived and headed straight for her hausangking kitchen.

"What'sthis? It looks good." Al gave a smile and drank a glass of cold water.

" But where is he? Hemh, I can't believe we're fighting and we're living under one roof right now." Al shook his head in disbelief with a faint smile on the tip of his lips.

" Have you come home, Ay?"

" Eh, yes." Sahut Al smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand to kiss Dera.

Dera kissed the back of Al's hand warmly. Tucked away the affection and respect for her husband while doing this new routine.

Al rubbed Dera's head unfortunately and kissed Dera's forehead.

" Ay, take a shower. We ate together."

" Yes dear." He answered by developing a sweet smile.

Dera walks after Al with Al's bag. When Al entered his room, it was neatly arranged to replace Al. Al felt very dear. Instantly Al flipped his body and hugged Dera affectionately.

" Why?" Dera asked who did not understand why her husband was holding her all of a sudden.

" Thank you for trying to be a good wife." Al said briefly but instantly made Dera blush and happy immeasurably.

" Ay, don't be so sweet. I'm ashamed..."

" Shame?"

"...." - ".Dera nodded in agreement with her husband's words.

"What is shame for? we are already married. Until now I never expected, and never thought if I would marry the only child of my boss. It's not all reality." Mumbled Al.

" Just say, if your intention is that we will not get married without the behavior of that time." Dera grieved in annoyance by looking at Al sharply.

" Dh, how sensitive?" Al teases Dera and swipes their noses.

" Not baby. Whatever the path, I am thankful. For my intention to marry you is to worship together and love Him together. Towards his heaven together." Al said that made Dera feel if he was not loved by Naum just because of worship.

" It's just worship? Not because of my love or my love?" Dera sulked and sat on the edge of the bed leaving Al who stood with a doubtful look at her.

"Listen to me. If I don't love you, why would I marry you? hum," Julian crouched down in front of Dera and gently rubbed Dera's hand.

" For my Lord commands His servants to treat his wives well. The best man is the one who is kind to his wives. Do not be angry, his wives said to the powerful Prophets carrying polygamy." Said Al softly. Makes Dera speechless digesting every word Al.

" Hah, could've. Where is there anyway? all men are also calm when it comes to polygamy. You too, right?" Dera scouts Al with Al's own answer which seems to turn into a Boomerang for himself.

" Ogah My dear. Polygamy is heavy. It has to be fair in all respects. Treasure, heart, taste and sympathy. How can I? Have a wife who likes to cuddle gini, especially if two? Could die young me." Replied Al who slightly made the dera breathe a sigh of relief. At least her husband's answer can be believed as seen from the look in her eyes.

" right?" Dera took a look and confirmed her husband's words.

" By Allah, dear" Al assured with all his efforts.

" Be careful if you lie, I chopped your shit up!" Threatening a dera that certainly will never happen.

" Kiss" Dera pressed her lips asking for something that Al had wanted to give but instead had to go through a lot of drama.

THE CUP! "i took a shower."

Said Al who then hugged the dera for a moment.

" Battle, I'll wait in the dining room, Ay." Said Dera who was now cheerful and smiling widely.

Indeed, the beginning was due to the desperate actions of the dera that made their marriage possible. However, not solely Al did not put his taste to his wife at that time.

Dera, the man whom the people of Adam longed for. Al knows it for sure, because not infrequently also, when Al is in charge of spying on Dera himself also has to get rid of some people who will use Dera.

Of course, all of that is part of his job.

But it can not be denied if Al also put the taste.

It's just that Al is self-conscious, he knows enough caste and also which level to reach.

Dera was a figure far from his expectations.

But if God wills, who will resist?

Man can only perform every plot that has been set by the creator.

No negotiations, no rejections, no substitutions.

That is what Al has always instilled in him. He was resigned to the fate that would befall him. Not rebuffing but also continuing to try as well as he can.

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" Where? Yummy?" Tanya Dera expected a lot from Al.

But Al's face was flat and did not show anything different.

" This is A...." Al feeds Dera.

" Heum, yummy Ay. I'm a cook." Dera said with a smile that adorned his face.

" Yes, my wife is smart. The better it is, don't slack off, the spirit continues." Said Al who really pumped the spirit of Dera to continue and diligently learn to cook.

Dera turns the plate upside down and wants to eat with a different plate but Al immediately prevents it.

" Don't honey, we're eating here together I'm a bribe."

" But" Dera was not well-natured, how could she have been fed, while she should have served her husband.

" Ay, I can eat by myself." Push the dera subtly.

" Dear, I want to find a lot of merit when we're together. Bribing you like this is incalculable how much merit I get." Al said explaining what this sweet attitude is for.

Be a dera according and occasionally scramble and they joke together while enjoying a simple meal but really this is what Dera wants.

Unlike the relationship of Father and mother who impressed cold. Until, Dera herself until rarely have time with both parents.

"His end want to find a reward equivalent to hajj and umroh ga dear?" Al asked with a big smile.

" What is that? I want to." Dera answered enthusiastically.

" From Adabun Nisa’ by Abdul Malik bin Habib (Abu Marwan) Al-Qurthubi:

Any woman who offers herself for her husband willingly, then: (1) Allah will ban her from the fire of hell; (2) reward her with two hundred Hajj and Umrah; (3) Two hundred thousand good things were recorded for him; (4) two hundred thousand degrees were lifted up for him in Heaven.

And whosoever a wife enters with her husband in a blanket, then the angel from under 'Arsy calls her, "Start first by you the deed (stimulating the husband): (1) Then Allah will forgive you of your past and future sins; (2) And Allah will record for him the reward of one who sets free a hundred slaves; (3) And record for him from every strand of hair with one good." Al explained at length about the relationship that is actually very dera like.

" Well, come on now." Dera blinked one eye after listening to the Husband's explanation.

" Hehehe, yes, I'll finish my meal first." Al answered slowly. To him, it was so adorable that his wife was.