Love and the Past
The Part 187
After saying his greetings and praying, Azka immediately spread her head back to be in the lap of the new wife also finished praying.
"I can finally be your Imam. Can pray together," said Azka staring at the shady bead Salsa who was staring at him.
Smile, that's all Salsa continues to do, while playing Azka's hair, occasionally swiping the husband's sharp nose.
Because it's Saturday, and not school. Let them relax at home alone. Mama Reni also left early in the morning without having time to eat breakfast because it was busy.
After preparing breakfast, Salsa sat down opposite Azka.
"Where's it good?" ask Salsa.
"No need to ask, the answer will remain the same Sal," Azka replied.
"We moved when did Ka?" salsa asked suddenly.
"Don't you want to stay with your mom for a while?" Wonder Azka. Because last night the girl said she wanted to stay with Reni, the girl did not have the heart to leave her mother alone.
They had a chance to talk about this last night while out and having dinner.
"We should separate our homes from our parents. It's afraid it's good for me but you're not even comfortable" Salsa said.
Azka smiled faintly, stroking Salsa's hand that was on the table. "I'm comfortable where Sal is, if you are. Want to stay at Mama's house or Mami's I'm not papa. Think of your comfort."
Salsa. "So, we live together. The house of your gift is near here we can visit once."
Salsa does not want Azka to feel uncomfortable living with her Mama. The doctor's mother was a little chatty, would automatically ask anything when she found Azka out at night and came home very late.
In order to avoid this, he decided to stay in a new home.
"It's up to you if so, I follow you" said Azka.
"Ish hankering around," Salsa upset.
"Keep what about Sal? I want to stop, yes, time. When to move?"
Salsa gulped down a glass of water before speaking, she had already finished her breakfast. "Today, your friends said they would come tonight."
"Okay, baby, we move in the afternoon," Azka broke up.
The man took his cell phone on the table, leaving the wife there to clean up their breakfast.
Azka was standing in the back garden calling someone. He called his Papa to tell people to clean the house where he was going to live with Salsa.
"Azka!" call Salsa from the kitchen, walk over.
"Hm."
"Let's unboxing in the room, mumpung again sting!" bring Salsa.
"Your stitches haven't dried yet Sal, yes times ...," Azka replied.
"Well, what does it have to do, my stomach won't be okay, it's almost dry too."
"Seriously? Still early in the morning?" ask Azka not to believe it.
However, sustenance is impossible to refuse. The wife offers it first.
"Well, come on, I'm impatient." Pull Azka's burly hand towards the stairs.
"I have no patience with Azka's wife." The man took Salsa straight to the room.
He laid his wife on the bed and laid her body down. "Ready?"
"Durunin on the sofa, I just finished the mattress," said Salsa did not want to release his arm around Azka's neck.
"Your body will hurt on the couch baby."
"No Azka, anyways try, just sit down."
"Sitting down?" confused Azka. "Do you really want to copy the novel you read Sal?"
"Azka's? So fill your brain from earlier? Screaming of his brain," Salsa's instructor knocked Azka's head.
"Continue?" Azka was confused.
"I want to unboxing a gift from your friends, just in the corner of the room." Point Salsa at some gifts. "I can't wait to open."
"Darling, I thought you were nawarin ...." Azka slumps her body on the carpet after taking down Salsa.
Salsa just laughed at the look of disappointment on Azka's face. "Don't pout my husband." Smacked those lips.
"Tell you, I won't let you go!" threaten Azka's.
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