Love for Aditya
Chapter 103

Bismillahbornrohmanirrohim.

Before reading do not forget bismillah and shalawat first 🤗

بسم الله الر حمن الر حيم

Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad wa ala ali sayyidina Muhammad.

اللهم صلي عل سيدن محمد و عل ال سيدن محمد.

Azril was still standing in front of the door of her room and her husband.

"Mom!"

"Astagfirullah hal-adzim!" squeak Azril. He stared intently at the person who had just made himself stunned.

Arion, the High School man was staring flat at his own Mbak, the feeling he was talking in a soft voice did not intend to make Azril surprised as well.

"What the hell Ma'am, yelling. It's not a house, it's not a forest."

Azril glared in disbelief at Arion's words, did he just say that he was screaming vaguely? he was shocked by Arion's voice.

"Fire pussy Mbik, stepdick-tiriik. Not jilis bingit," ketus Azril repeated the words Arion.

"What are you! come here to surprise people."

"Byeah! salah Mbak himself bengong in front of the door, just got married was very sensitive so people. Tiati Mbak later the husband does not feel at home with a chatty woman," murmured Arion who can still be heard clearly olen Azril.

Even with the rest of Arion passed from the face of Azril, "by the way you just now, Ar speaking Ma'am right!"

Arion turned his head to look at Azril from where he was standing now. " Which way? peskeean really Ma'am, Arion people do not say anything. Arion wants to go into the room."

Back Arion continued his steps without feeling guilty for making Azril upset, seeing Arion's departure, Azril clucked.

The cheque!

"This is very cool, rarely meet once you meet the basic gelut there is no ingratitude," said Azril.

It was fortunate that he had not forgotten his intention for what to get out of the room for. Instead of stressing Arion's behavior, Azril decided to walk to the kitchen.

Indeed, the main purpose out of the room wanted to go to the kitchen to make a drink for the husband who was somehow being what now in his own room.

"What do you want Azril?" ask a worker at Azril who starts picking up spoons and glasses.

"You drink bi bolts, for Mas Eris," said Azril smiling kindly at the workers in the kitchen.

"Let me make it, Ma'am," the worker laughed.

Azril shook his head slowly, "no need to bi, Azril please prepare food just want Azril take to the room," he said.

The middle-aged female worker did what Azril told her to do. 5 minutes passed Azril had finished making a drink for her husband, a meal that she asked also who had been.

"Thank you so much for helping Azril" he said.

While carrying a tray containing eating and drinking also some kind of Azril fruit passed from the kitchen back to his room.

"Azril and above are already bi," he said politely. The middle-aged woman nodded not forgetting to smile at Azril.

Indeed, Azril since sitting called Mbak by people who work or live in the residence of Kasa.

Arriving at the door of his room Azril did not go straight in, he was silent for a moment. Still wondering if he should come in or not.

"So Az, now you have to get used to Mas Eris's situation in the room" he told himself.

When Azril was about to hold the door knpo, the door of the room in front of him that the door first opened appeared Eris who was standing right in front of him, he was the perpetrator who had just opened the door.

"Oh my God, where have you been? Waiting in the room did not come" Azril could clearly see Eris' worried look.

Azril smiled at her husband, "we enter first Mas, Azril has made a drink as well as bring food for Mas Eris." Azril did not answer her husband's question directly.

Be the two go back into the room, Eris again closed the room door after Azril entered, he approached Azril who was laying a tray on the nightstand.

"This Azril has brought food for Mas, Azril was abis from the kitchen, made a drink as well," he said.

'God, it's good to have a wife turns out that there are those who pay attention.' Eris happily spoke in her own mind.

"We eat together" said Eris.

"But Mas, since Mas Eris has not eaten," actually Azril tried to refuse Eris' invitation to eat together, she was afraid her husband was less if the food he brought should be divided in two.

"You haven't eaten my wife either, it's a lot we've eaten together." Eris pulled Azril's hand so that they would sit down at the soup.

"Let's take a bribe" said Eris after they both sat at the soup.

"Bismillah" said the two together to make them look at each other and laugh together.

"Let's eat Mas, really dumb," Azril added with his eyes that did not turn from staring at the handsome face of the husband.

"Eh, yes we eat," said Eris a bit of a wavepan.

How come this is why he was wrong when Azril looked at him deeply, did not know Eris if that was also what Azril felt every time he looked into the bead of the wife's eyes.

Both are trying to regulate their heartbeats. Eris had also started feeding herself and Azril was eating.

They eat in silence while staring at each other, until they do not realize the food they eat has been exhausted.

"Udah abis, are you still a laper?" eris asked Azril, making his wife shake her head slowly.

"What about Mas Eris? still laper for sure, people eat it both the same Azril as well, here let Azril take it again to the kitchen," bargained Azril felt bad for Eris.

However, Azril got a soft belt from Eris. "Mas has also eaten it, can not be full-satisfied not if eating?" Azril nodded again in response to the husband.

"Alhamdulillah" said the two together.

After a minute's interval Azril gave her husband a drink, "Astagfirullah," Azril said quietly, but Eris could still hear him.

"Why baby?" Eris asked in a worried tone.

The questioner smiled at the bead of her husband's eyes, "it's okay, Mas, forgot to eat fruit first, but bi Iran has prepared fruit too."

Eris's hand was raised to stroke the head of his wife who was still covered in the hijab, one more hand placed their food marks on the table next to Eris.

"It's okay, we can eat the fruit now, Kanjeng Prophet Muhammad SAW teaches eating fruit before eating staple foods. But if you forget to eat it now rather than being thrown away dear is not good," said Eris understandingly to the wife.

"Allahumma sholli ala sayyidina Muhammad wa ala ali sayyidina Muhammad, sollualih," replied Azril when she heard her husband mention the name of the role model of all Muslims in the period of jahiliah until now.

"God willing, Mas Eris knew many things apparently," at all times Azril was always amazed by his husband.

"Thank God, all that He knows with the permission of God."