Love For Nabila
So.. angry what is jealousy?

The first morning prayers are imami directly by the husband. It feels very different, two roka’at so quickly passed when reading’an letters beautifully chanted melodious. Making Nabila kusyuk in running his prayers.

“You want to make breakfast what this morning?” tanya Nabila while cleaning prayer equipment.

Bhintara was just silent, did not answer and was busy watching Nabila continuously, until he became misbehaved himself in such a view.

“Why? Do you need something, let me prepare.” later

“Hem” replied Bhintar just cleared his throat.

After finishing tidying up all to where Nabila had been, reluctant to move because he was still waiting for an answer from Bhintara.

“Don't keep looking at me like that.” Nabila said he was embarrassed.

Notya replied Bhintara instead lay his head on top of Nabila's thigh, using his two hands to hug her possessive waist.

“Gu.gu.gus.” call Nabila nervous.

He was surprised that he was not playing, still not used to the small touches that Bhintara did. I want to avoid it, but I can't. Because the more he tried to escape, the tighter the grip on his waist.

“Just a minute deck, Mas still sleepy.”

Again Bhintara's speech again reminded him of someone in the past, who also called him by that name.

Why her husband was always as’enak his own, changing the call of the I-concert into Mas and Adek. Without his consent.

Now Nabila knows, if the man in his presence is very aggressive and at will. In contrast to the more calm Ustadz Adam, always ask permission first to him if you want to do something even though it is trivial.

“What’an anyway, deck ? it is my sister you ! “ said Nabila originally spoke, because it has been irritated by continuing to question him since.

“Why? Is it only Adam who can call you that? “

Nabila gasped, a little surprised where Bhintara knew him from? Whereas in the past when Nabila and Ustadz Adam were in a relationship, Gus Bhintar was abroad. So how could the man possibly know.

She was curious to ask, but not so because the movement made by the husband suddenly made her stiffen hold her breath.

“Gus, please don't be like this. ticklish ih.”

Nabila looked down, eager to see Bhintara's face. But he did not find it because the man instead drowned his face in his stomach, looking for comfort there.

“So this too can't?” said it off guard.

Nabila shook his head, actually not so he meant earlier. She was only from the ceplos only because of the annoyance caused by her husband.

“Gus, i...tadi real her.not.” said Nabila stopped.

Like not wanting to listen to the explanation Nabila Bhintara immediately got up from his lap, then walked towards the bed and lay back there.

While Nabila can only be silent while watching the look on her husband's face that looks very disappointed in him.

So he's angry what's jealous?

“ Cook as you like. Because I will eat anything that has been prepared by my wife.” His speech was formal like Nabila. Then closed his eyes, then curled to the side like evading the gaze of his wife.

After hearing her husband's cynical tone of voice, Nabila became increasingly convinced that the man was sulking.

He felt very guilty for making Bhintara disappointed on their first day as a couple.

Because, se_idn't love her to Bhintara she still wants to respect her husband. Because he is the one who will be made the place where Nabila look for the reward fields for provision in the Hereafter.

“Gus, listen to my explanation first. Actually her.”

“ Go Nabila, and bring breakfast soon. Because I'm hungry.”

Nabila's eyes have been teary-eyed crying, somehow just ignored a little by Bhintara has made his heart hurt. What else if her husband never fell in love with her, will he be left again and continue to be a widow? if that happens, it will be even more ruined.

No ! When I didn't want that to happen. She was determined in that she would never give up on making her husband love her. They have to fight together, not only Bhintara will try, but Nabila will also do the same.

Guilt and heartless feeling attacked Nabila with a very brutal, sudden pity when he saw the back of his husband appeared just like that.

Bhintara is alone here, there are no relatives or family who accompany him this time. Then is it appropriate if Nabila as the host is also a wife, ignored him? nay! Nabila wasn't that nice.

Slowly but surely Nabila began to approach the husband, sitting on the edge of the bed then ventured to rub his head gently.

“Mmmmaass.” Call Nabila in doubt.

Without waiting for a long time, Bhintara even immediately took Nabila's hand that was in the head, then kissed her with love repeatedly.

“ I just want to build to a close with my own wife, is that wrong ?” he said suddenly.

“Gu..mmas.., i.”.

“My head is dizzy every time you hear you continue to be formal to me, even though I am already your legal husband. All your actions have become my dependents who later will be held accountable as Allah.” Sela Bhintar, did not allow Nabila to finish his words for a moment.

Nabila lowered her head, the end is now tears that have been held down since then as well. The guilt now increased, not knowing how to answer her husband's question.

“Sorry.” is just that one word that Nabila can say.

Bhintara exhaled his rude breath "Did the deck of Nabila know, if our relationship is not immediately in that form would jeopardize this marriage? " said Bhintar in a slightly high voice.

Nabila getting down, still afraid to raise his head "I.i. I know, I'm sorry. "sneak as he pleases.

Not having the heart to see the wife crying, Bhintara immediately woke up from the fall to sit down. Then touch Nabila's chin to look up to her eyes directly.

“Nabi, listen to me.” press Bhintara seriously.

Nabila looked up, immediately found the iris of Bhintara's eye was watching him sharply.

“I was really serious about what I said last week, which will try to open my heart and love you. Didn't you agree to give me that chance? ”

Nabila nodded “ I.i.iya.”

Hearing the wife's answer, Bhintara's smile came up. then rubbed Nabila's cheeks carefully.

“Then will you help by agreeing to that one request? I just want to hear my wife call her husband mas and instead call you Dek, is that trifle so burdensome to you ? “

“Iya Mas.”

This time Nabila just nodded resignedly, according to what Bhintara wants. I will no longer refuse anything that the man says.

Just like that from earlier

Nabila was eager to ask Bhintara where the man knew if Ustadz Adam had called him Dek, but.

Afraid, if she will re-awaken Bhintara's emotions again, because it turns out her angry husband is scary too.

It's okay later if the situation is a little good. Thought Nabila in the heart.

“Nabila.”

“Iya mas ”

Bhintara directs his hand to the head of Nabila who is still wrapped in khimar very neatly.

“ Can I see this ? ” hand swipe Bhintara tease “ I wonder how my bidadar look if not wearing this ” then his hand crept a little touch the tip of the hijab Nabila. ” Does it still look beautiful or even even more beautiful “ said seduce.

At such tease by the husband fur kuduk Nabila immediately stand up, his body temperature felt the cold heat almost made him complacent.

If you can be honest, Nabila is still not ready to show a little of his aura in front of the man.

But when will it be? Sooner or later it will happen, right? Bhintara is her real husband already entitled if you want to see the crown of Nabila.

But.why his heart still doubt, like something stuck in his mind.

She still needs time to dive into her husband's heart more deeply, a lot of questions that have been neatly arranged, she will ask later.

And his plan after he was sure that the man was not hiding any more secrets. She will leave everything to her husband without exception.

So then...If Nabila again refused her husband's request, is it okay? or will he be more offended and more angry with her?

Allahu Akbar.

Nabila nodded in agreement, starting to reach for the ropes she was wearing but stopped when the knock on the door in her room drew her second attention.

Tok...

Huft...”.Alhamdulilah” her gratitude in heart.

“Sorry, I opened the door first.”

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