Love Coiled Stains
Fancied

We just had a nice chat in that magnificent dining room. Every now and then I chuckle a little hearing Rudi's clumsiness. Sometimes I shook my head to look at the harmony of the two men of the opposite sex.

Well even though they say they are no longer young, but the love and affection of the two is not faded like a newlywed. It seems that occasionally Mr. Rudi praised his wife who was welcomed back with the book of Rina back to praise the figure of her husband

It was a very warm atmosphere there. I felt a little comfortable and quickly getting along with my two would-be in-laws because they were so open to me. Well tampa look at my status that people below.

"Yes already ma, papa wants to go to the room first yes want to clean" said Mr. Rudi passed leaving us not to forget to gently kiss the top of his wife's head.

"Harmoniousness...." My mind says with a smile seeing that.

"Will Arga be warm to me like his father and mother?" I thought I was directed to my future husband who until now did not see his nose. Either he's still in the shower or he's reluctant to go down mingle with us down here.

"Assalamualaikum, I'm home" I warmly welcome my husband's return from the office.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, dear Capek? Want me a pijitin?" My reply warmly welcomed my husband's return in front of the entrance of that magnificent house. Arga immediately gave me a warm kiss on the top of my head.

"Arggg" At once I shook my head to remove the delusion that could not have happened to you and Arga. Well where it might happen. Arga was cold to me. Even he said if he already had a girlfriend and I shouldn't want more. Because our marriage is only a compulsion. You can say marriage is only on paper.

"You why Rea? What's the matter until you shake your head like that?" Ask Rina's buk makes me misbehave.

"Ma, it's magrib time soon. Where's the prayer place?" Ask a little doubt. Well hesitating to be afraid to say I'm pretentious and pretentious to obey religion. I am not a very good human being. But I never forget and neglect to do my duty five times a day.

Buk Rina looked stunned by me. I can see the look on her face and the glazed eyes in her slightly wrinkled eyes.

"Ma, why?" Ask me wonder.

"Son, mom is moved"

Not responding immediately I just knitted my eyebrows in wonder at the words just now.

"Let's go to mushollah" continued Miss Rina leading me to where I meant. Well in that luxurious mansion there is a mushollah to carry out our obligations as a Muslim.

Musholla dominates with white color that is very comfortable to see. In the front corner, there are shelves containing the holy book of the Quran and some other equipment such as mukena, prayer mats, and prayer beads there.

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