Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 53: Visiting

”Masya Allah is beautiful.” Praise Wafi, she carried the baby girl Mail and Kamila so carefully, she rubbed the baby's head gently, her lips chanted a prayer for the newborn into that world. So beautiful, not like Mail. And very similar to Kamila. Secretly, Shafiyah watched her husband. Once it was very appropriate her husband was holding a baby, especially later their own baby.

”Alhamdulillah, our son is in the same carrying in do'ain a Gus ya a," Kamila and Ismail said nodding.

”Regularly,” said Wafi with a smile and kept looking at the baby girl.

”Cantik ya a," said Shafiyah and took notice.

”You don't?" tanya Wafi and Shafiyah glared. Wafi smiled wryly and gave the baby to his wife.” Slowly,” he said softly.

"No way, Fiyah did not dare to carry a newborn baby. Scared," said Shafiyah and Kamil smiled.

”Yes, a newborn baby should be careful. Just like my mother, my mother also has not dared she said.” Kamila said and Ishmael is carrying his son now.

”So when do you guys have a momongan?" ask Ismail.

”In sha Allah asap,” replied Wafi while embracing the waist Shafiyah and Shafiyah look groggy.

”Fiyah, hopefully get pregnant soon ya.” Kamila Seru.

”Aamiin.” Shafiyah replied with a smile.

After a long chat, Wafi and Shafiyah had to go home. Because at home a lot of work, especially for Wafi who has an important role in his family.

”I'm the same Shafiyah came home huh. Kamila hopefully healthy quickly, sorry not to bring anything,” said Wafi while closing his hands and Kamila replied.

”By the way it is, is this what try?” said Ismail while paying attention to the gift that Wafi and Shafiyah brought for his son, there was even a snack for him.

”That's nothing Mail, take care of your wife,” said Wafi and noticed the baby girl in her father's arms.

”Still yes Shafiyah.” Kamila and Shafiyah hugged at a glance.

”Iya equally, hopefully healthy soon yes tea,” reply Shafiyah and Kamila nodded.

Wafi embraces Shafiyah's waist and both are ready to go.” Oh yeah, umi send greetings to all of you. Can not come, at home again bothered," said Wafi.

"It's okay, say it's the same umi," said Ismail.

”We are pleased, assalamu'alaikum.”

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam,” replied Ismail and Kamila. Wafi and Shafiyah went out of the room. Shafiyah's waist was still tightly embraced by Wafi, until now both of them had been discharged from the hospital.

”Tunggi here,” said Wafi who had to remove the car from the parking lot quite far.

Shafiyah nodded and noticed the merchant siomay.” Aa, while waiting. Fiyah want to buy siomay ya.” Shafi's exclaim made Wafi stop stepping.

”Iya dear,” reply Wafi and Shafiyah directly down. With a hot and reddened face, hearing her husband's gentle speech. Wafi smiled and hurried away.

Shafiyah bought a two-pack siomay, she also bought two bottles of mineral water.

”Wear sambal neng?" ask the Mamang.

”A little mang, both."

The mamang nodded and obeyed him, siomay was finished. Shafiyah paid the siomay with the right money, 20thousand. Shafiyah waited until finally her husband's car was seen and approached. Wafi came out and opened the door for his beloved wife, Shafiyah entered with mixed feelings. Which woman does not like to be treated like that by men, especially by her husband.

”Aa, I buy siomay.” Shafiyah was so enthusiastic, showing what she bought.

”Suapin." Pinta Waffes.

”Eat by yourself.”

”Kan me again drive love.”

”Kok 'me' again anyway. I promise not to call myself that.” Shafiyah protest while pouting.

”Oh yes forgot,” Wafi said with a smile." Want to be bribed with Bibah, bribe yes.”

”Iya.” Shafiyah said and Wafi smiled. Car driving at medium speed.” Aaa...” Shafiyah started to feed Wafi, after saying basmallah, Wafi opened her mouth. Receiving the first bribe and Shafiyah watched her husband for a moment, so powerful was the old man now.

”I work tomorrow,” said Wafi and Shafiyah turned her head.

”Holiday another day a.”

”Can't be darling, uh you still get time off yes. Play yuk to the office, let everyone know who his wife Wafi muzammil.”

”Ih no, shy. Why come, later you get scolded boss.”

Wafi fell silent, and accepted a bribe back from his wife. Didn't he say yes? he works in his Om office as CEO. Not an ordinary employee. Wafi was so busy that he forgot to say it, Shafiyah herself was still confused why her dowry was large enough, for the size of a Wafi Muzammil, who only worked odd jobs. I asked, afraid of offending.

”Neng, actually I work in Om Noah's office as CEO. Not an ordinary employee, let alone an office boy like your father thought. That's why I said my job is hard, I have a lot to learn again. That's why, if I take you to the office, it's okay, baby. I am free to bring anyone, as long as I do not interfere with my work activities.” Wafi explained and it was Shafiyah's right to know about her work.

”Aa says office boy equals dad.” Shafiyah was a little emotional.

”Ih is not a darling, father is nanya. I'm an office boy, right? so, yes I am confused too yes I already iain.” Wafi explained back, grabbing Shafiyah's hand. Shafiyah kept quiet and brushed it off quickly.” Don't get mad.” Wafi panic.

”Not angry, drive focused a.” Ketus Shafiyah and brushed her husband's hand back, and Wafi smiled broadly. The two did not say much, and Wafi continued to be fed.

When they arrived home, the two separated. Wafi's outside, and Shafiyah's in. Shafiyah was silent when she saw Khalisah. Khalisah looks so pale at the moment.

”Fiyah,” says Khalisah says hello.

”Iya,” reply Shafiyah.” You pale, you sick Khalis?” he came back very worried.

”I'm not feeling well anymore,” said Khalisah replied.

”Where are you?”

”I want to go home.”

”I anterin deh, I permission my husband first,” said Shafiyah and finally Khalisah who consciously could not walk, nodded and Shafiyah pointed at the sofa to make him sit. Shafiyah came out and saw her husband chatting with many men, and her husband never glanced at her. Shafiyah finally sent out a message and Wafi immediately lowered her head as the hape she was holding shook.

”Fiyah wants to bring Khalisah home, she's sick again. Can I use a motor not a?” the contents of the message from Shafiyah and Wafi turned towards him.

”Bby, careful. Lock the motor behind the door usually. Ask Bayyin if there is no.” Reply Wafi and Shafiyah read it, then the girl entered and Wafi went to Noah.

Shafiyah finally drove Khalisah, both of them did not make a sound at all. Arriving in front of the Khalisah house, Shafiyah looked around. And Khalisah is down.

”Almost Sha,” said Khalisah.

”No need, at home a lot of work. Rest if it hurts,” he replied in a tone that was so ketus. For some reason, Shafiyah still could not forget how the humiliation Khalisah did to Wafi.” Assalamu'alaikum."

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam," jawan Khalisah. He watched his cousin leave until he was not seen again. Khalisah hurriedly entered as his head throbbed. A headache she had never felt before.

At night, Wafi was impatient to see Shafiyah. But by the time he got into the room, his wife was already asleep, the clockwork showed at 11 p.m. It was fitting that his wife had fallen asleep, Wafi smiled and climbed into bed, shifted and pulled Shafiyah into his arms. Shafiyah squirmed, visibly disturbed due to her husband's touch.

”Shuttt! bobo,” said Wafi while stroking his wife's head. And kissed. He clenched his wife's body and not long Wafi also felt drowsiness, tonight he also did not get his rights. Maybe tomorrow night, the natural hope a husband expects. Wafi closed his eyes, both of them fell asleep with warm to each other.

*****

”Udah afternoon neng, shower gih. Momu retreated back home, if husband wants to go home. Bathing, dancing, let your husband look at it,” Fahira said and everyone chuckled.

”Uwa Hira's men conquered uwa Ahmad like this." Sahut Afsheen's.

”Yes yes dong, anyway must be cute if the husband wants to go home from work.” Fahira kept on cengenesan.

”Come there, shower. You also from earlier work, rest. No need to go to the kitchen again," said Raihanah and held both hands of her daughter-in-law who was making a cake.

”But umi..” Shafiyah did not feel good about the other relatives, but honestly. He was eager to break his body.

”Come there,” said Raihanah back and finally Shafiyah nodded. The girl left and everyone whispered about it, talking about how her only daughter-in-law looks like.

”Wafi really seneng ya looks out of wedlock, usually will his face tangled and he,” said Fara and Faiza chuckled.

”Yes that's what he wants, get married. Good Shafiyah, accept our Mumu as it is." Timpal Fahira while wasting his breath of relief.

”Iya, I'm grateful. Mumu was met with a girl as good as Shafiyah, if the fall in the other row does not know. Shafiyah did not even demand anything for dowry, Masya Allah was a child. Even though his family is so, but he remains with his stance, the child is a good boy,” said Raihanah praising non-stop.

”No kayak Khalisah ya umi, insult aa at will. A Wafi even though he does not like him,” said Afsheen then bit his tongue.

”Niyah.” Tegur Raihanah while glancing at Faiza. Afsheen scratched his forehead, even though his hands were dirty due to the current cake batter. Then he looked at Faiza.

”Auntie sorry,,,,” says Afsheen hoarse.

”Nothing,” reply Faiza while smiling.

”You are,” said Bayyin while elbowing his sister's arm and Afsheen completely unintentionally.

”Assalamu'alaikum,” says Wafi who just got home from work. Pinching a plastic bag filled with fried food for everyone.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam," replied everyone. Wafi approached Raihanah, kissing the back of her umi hand. Wafi immediately circulated his gaze, and he did not see his wife.

”Capek really you look, umi makein tea.”

”Not need umi, let Fiyah later. I'm going to take a shower first, it's fried for everyone.” Wafi put the plastic on the table and left the kitchen.

Arriving on the second floor, Wafi opened the door of his room. He immediately closed the door when he saw Shafiyah coming out of the bathroom using only a towel. Wafi immediately locked the door and he was annoyed.

”Astaghfirullah darling, why not lock it? you will take another beautiful shower.” Wafi spoke while staring at the ceiling of his room, he was unwilling and afraid of not being strong.

”Yes sorry, forgot." Shafiyah took a quick step and opened the closet, picking up the clothes as well as blocking her body with the closet door.

”Wear clothes in the bathroom there." Letah Wafi and Shafiyah nodded. Wafi snorted bitterly and stepped towards the table to put down her bag, Shafiyah who was just about to enter gasped as the shirt she was hugging on her chest fell off.

”Aa!" the girl screamed and Wafi panicked.

”Hah why? what's up?" Wafi looked at his wife and approached. Fear there is a snake or what, because the room often enter the snake. Shafiyah retreated and her face hit the chest of her husband's field, the towel that closed above the chest all the way to the knee was released and fell to the floor. Wafi lowered his head and unintentionally looked at that beautiful scene.

”Aaaa no, close your eyes. Close eyes!" Shafiyah let out an annoyed shriek and the overly focused Wafi did not hear her, until Shafiyah pushed her husband's body until it bounced slightly, Wafi smiled and continued to turn around letting Shafiyah wear her towel." Aa see, right?"

”No."

”Long, look at me." His word and Wafi turned around, the girl covered the top of her chest with her shirt." See right?"

”No neng," said Wafi but while chuckling, where can Shafiyah believe.

”Long sins."

"Look a little, his neck is serious."

”Lying!" Shafiyah.

”Ke down a little, buxom yes it turns.” Tempta Wafi while approaching, Shafiyah went inside the bathroom and closed the door.” Open the Bible."

”No, get me Fiyah's shirt please. Fiyah wants another bath, this towel is dirty. Just get me a kimono towel, aa cepet." Shafiyah was already bathing in sweat again, embarrassed and annoyed to her husband.

”Yes this morning oruh neng, I am your husband Habibah. It's okay, don't be embarrassed."

”No, Fiyah cry huh? cry out!" threaten the girl and Wafi keeps laughing.

”Iya deh yes.” Wafi finally got what his wife needed. He knocked on the door and Shafiyah opened the door slightly. Wafi thrust everything out and Shafiyah received it rough, then the door closed tightly back.

After Shafiyah took a bath for the second time, put on her clothes perfectly. He came out with wet hair wrapped in a towel. Wafi silently held back her smile.

”Neng," said Wafi as he reached for Shafiyah's hand.

”Many people a," said Shafiyah refused. Wafi pouted and finally she went to the bathroom to cleanse her body of sweat. Shafiyah was ornate and after she finished, she broke down her tired body. After Wafi took a bath, she came out using only a towel wrapped around her waist, Shafiyah gawked at the checkered stomach. He immediately tilted his body, turning his back.

”Can you wear her shirt in the bathroom a?” shafiyah.

”Can't, my shirt will fall. My towel fell too, so it looks everywhere,” said Wafi quipped the incident earlier. Shafiyah grabbed the pillow and covered her head. Wafi smiled and approached after she put on all her clothes.

”Capek tea work, make a living for Neneng Bibah. Neneng Bibah her do not give thanks ration,” said Wafi and Shafiyah away the pillow from her head.

”Aa whatan si, really big. Amused, ", said Shafiyah then closed her mouth, she said it was amused but her lips smiled.

”Masa?” said Wafi and Shafiyah nodded. The girl turned around, changed position by sitting down and Wafi pulled both legs, made his wife slightly stretched out then quickly Wafi hugged Shafiyah's waist, drowning her face in Shafiyah's stomach.” Pengen,” he said back asking.

”It's afternoon, just a little more magrib."

”Later tonight want to not?”

”Aa is busy.”

”When am I not busy?"

”Night tomorrow may.” Shafiyah smiled. Wafi continued to rub his face on his wife's flat stomach, and kissed her occasionally. Shafiyah was amused and finally Wafi stopped, the man sat down and his hair ruffled Shafiyah, was tidied back by Shafiyah.” Get ready for the mosque, gih," he said while glancing at the wall clock.

”Sun first.” Pinta Waffes. Shafiyah nodded, moving both of her hands for Wafi to approach. Wafi approaches and his forehead is on a friendly kiss by his wife.” Not there, here, here here.” Pointing both his cheeks and lips.

”Malu," said Shafiyah as she grabbed a pillow, covering half her face.

”Nothing,” said Wafi then pulled a towel that covered his wife's hair. He had never seen Shafiyah's hair just now and probably now. Shafiyah kept silent, letting the wet and tangled hair see her husband. Wafi combed it slowly, then rubbed his wife's hair with a towel.” If the two of them are the same as me, it's okay the hood is open, out of the room can not be. Masya Allah beautiful wife a Mumu, thank you. Already maintain your self-esteem, your body, and all the beauty you have only for men who are halal for you. And I'm proud, I'm your husband, I'm proud. Kiss it first here.”

Shafiyah smiled and was silent as her forehead, cheeks and lips kissed her husband.

”I to mosque yes.”

”Iya a.” Shafiyah smiled.

”I want warm tea, can make it not?”

”Iya later Fiyah makein.”

”Still.” Wafi smiled and pinched his wife's cheek, he got off the bed and glanced at the wall clock. He was already late, very late from the usual hours he waited for the adhan in the mosque. Working time is difficult, honestly Wafi does not get comfort in his current job. Not just physically tired, but the mind as well. The family that made him excited, especially his wife.