Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 103's

Al doesn't know why there's always a way for Riany to know every side of her life. He thought everything that happened wasn't by chance.

Al explained that the house next to the Wulandari home stay was the first home Opa learned to live independently. He wanted to be responsible as a husband from his own sweat.

Riany doesn't care about the history of home ownership. He dislikes history the least because it is often deflected depending on who is telling the story. He just wanted to know why Al was hiding the information from him.

"I just found out this house was given to me when I wanted to go to Yogya" Al said as he stepped into the cool living room. "Opa ask me to stay here during college. I refused because I was just dragging my memory down to Oma, and the farther the distance to his successor."

Al found it hard to accept Jennifer as part of his extended family. He respects Mom, even though Oma is sincere.

He hoped that the sincerity of Oma would arise out of obedience to the Prophet, that what he received was the Shari'a to be obeyed. Not because everything happened.

He did not want to accept this gift, again Mother persuaded him. He did not want to have a stepmother younger than him, but he did not dare to show in front of his father. Submissive. That's just his attitude.

"I didn't ask that" said Riany ketus. "There's a mode or not behind this gift, I don't care. I'm just asking for a reason, why don't I be told?"

The bluish eyeballs shone sharply like daggers. Al can only rub his head. He doesn't have a good reason. This house is destined for the third!

Al is acting stupid. "I was wrong?"

"No" answered Riany. "I have no intention of his."

"What intentions?"

"I don't think it's a coincidence that Dad bought a house in the compound where Lin Wei lives, if Opa bought a past house near Wulandari's home stay, he said, and it's possible that Ayesha received a will to occupy Oma's house."

"So you accuse them of supporting me to....?" Al did not continue his words.

Those beautiful eyes are glaring. "For what? How not to continue talking?"

"To think of you."

"Priet."

"Are you the same husband?"

"I know that's not what that means."

"It's what needs to be done. I have to think about my wife."

"Your wife lives in her palace, in the pesantren. Pas right? Four car house four. Treasures abound. So there's no shortage of."

"How can you think of that?"

Riany looked in with a glance. "Think so how? It is true that you have a four-car house. Big money."

"My house is only three."

"Do you know whose house was newly built next to the dormitory?"

"Ahmed's House. I saw he was busy during the construction."

The house was already standing before they ta'aruf. And Ahmed dabbled in the process of its construction. So who else has it?

"He was busy working on the contractor because Dad asked. He knew a little about the building. That house is for me to live in."

"The house was built long before we were ta'aruf."

"Our matchmaking happened when the pesantren was completed. So it's no coincidence that the house was built for me."

Al felt there was a chance to strike back. "When do you know that house for you?"

"When we start ta'aruf."

Al is getting wind. "So it's been a long time. I knew all of a sudden about what you had and you attacked it all out. While you keep information that has been going on for a long time. Is this fair?"

Al smiled inwardly seeing that beautiful face seemed to change as if he had just realized that he had made a mistake. The bluish-clear eyeball looked blurry as the ocean watched the sun go.

He said regretfully, "I'm sorry, baby. The goal is to give me a surprise."

"Surprise to whom?"

"Surprise to my husband, to whom else?"

"I've been your husband ever since I sat in the lap. I didn't hear any surprises. I couldn't have missed the wedding night at my in-laws' house if it was a surprise you'd delivered."

"I plan to tell you when we're done with college."

"Free, I've got a lot of houses."

"What the hell, beb?"

Al could not bear to see that exotic white face was drowning in regret. He smiles. "I now know the new house in the boarding school is mine, so it's free you tell me after graduating from college. I'm not wrong, am I?"

"I always forgive my wife, unless you deserve to be forgiven. I'm not gonna put my wife down, unless you deserve to be put in."

Al did not understand the phenomenon. It has four houses, four cars, four-location boutiques, four-account money.

"You have to pick your room first" said Al. "Search for the one that suits your taste. Each room is different model and interior."

"How many rooms are there in this house?"

"Four."

Riany looked at Al back and forth as if looking for the hidden meaning of the remark.

"Rusan's room is suspected" complained Al.

Riany replied casually, "Who is suspicious? Can't I worry about my husband? Oh yeah, I'm gonna order some food, I need a home address."

"W****triple number three."

"Not a culinary area from here?"

"Three blocks."

"Is there a contact number?"

"+62*** 3333 3333."

Riany. His mind is difficult to remove suspicions because the reality faced all-round support.

"This house is really prepared for Wulandari" Riany said.

"Don't connect it."

"Home address Oma Jalan M*** two number two, the house that Dad bought Jalan T***four number four. Well, this house W****triple number three. Car number*1111, *2222, *3333, *4444. So this car key was supposed to be for Lin Wei."

"Your contact number +62*** 2222 2222, password HUSBAND22222, your home address is Jalan S***two numbers two. So I'm the second choice husband? Whose first choice?"

"Cock it out there?"

"My home address S****one number one, contact number +62*** 1111 1111. You didn't talk?"

Riany chose the contact number two all, meaning first contact with God, second contact with man. Password with such a composition means the husband is number two, number one religion.

She explained it because her husband did not need an explanation. Al just don't want everything connected to their household.

If Riany chooses room number one, it does not mean he wants to be privileged, the room is closest to the entrance, the interior matches his taste.

Riany was very comfortable with the room.

Al thought Riany was upset by the number issue. He left the room just for dinner, didn't say much. Finish tidying the dining table, enter the room again.

When Al paid for the Maghrib and Isha prayers at the Great Mosque, Riany only spoke as necessary at the door of the room.

Al deliberately did not reprimand because of the temperament of the youngest child so. Shut yourself up in the room if you're stuck.

He did not want to treat his wife excessively. He left until his heart was calm, unless it was too late, he just advised. Reasonable anger does not need to be addressed in a big way.

Al did not feel irritated when he returned from the Great Mosque there was no welcome on the doorstep. He was only astonished when he opened the room door, the lights inside were off. Riany doesn't like to sleep in the dark.

Al asked, "The lights are broken or what?"

Riany did not answer. He seemed to fall asleep under a blanket. Perhaps tired of sleep deprivation in the hospital, and driving quite far.

Al closed the room door. The situation in the room became pitch black. He pressed the stop contact. The lights are no problem. Room is bright.

On a small carved table near Riany lay a birthday cake with an interesting topping and wax figures.

Al sat on the side of the bed in front of the birthday cake.

Riany opened her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Happy birthday, beb. God bless you."

Riany lit a candle while holding the blanket that covered her body. He doesn't seem to be wearing a single outfit.

"Don't forget to pray before blowing out the candle" Riany said as he lay down again.

Al stunned. So his wife seemed angry all day because she wanted to surprise him at night?

Al felt moved, he prayed for the good of the husband and wife and blew the candle, then bent down to kiss his wife's forehead gently. "Thank you, beb. What prize?"

Riany looked at her husband affectionately, then revealed the blanket covering her body and whispered melodious, "My gift...."