LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 93. OTONG WAS IMPATIENT

After dinner together, Bram can't wait to bring Aisyah up to the room. However, this wife does not understand, even though the hard code has been given.

After the prayer, Aisyah was still busy taking care of her mother and Tito who slept in the lower room.

"Mom's not used to sleeping in a room this good." Atifa had just taken her medicine given from a doctor in Panti. Seeing the development of Atifa's health that was getting better, he was allowed to be outpatient with Aisyah.

Tito was still slipping on Aiayah's arm, while Aisyah was sitting on the edge of the big bed, the place where her mother and Tito were going to sleep tonight. His hands were busy removing some Tito clothes from the bag to put in the closet.

They had just disbanded from the family mosque after performing congregational prayers, where Bram became its priest.

"Assynoltom..." Bram knocked on the open door with a slightly hesitant voice, he was still wearing a scabbard. I don't know why lately Bram really likes a sieve when it's night.

"Goddessalam..." Sahut Aisyah and her mother together.

"Can I come in?" Ask Bram politely.

"Of course, Bram boy." Answer Atifa immediately.

Bram stepped in with a smile. His eyes glanced towards Aisyah, who was glimpsed pretending not to look.

"How's the room, ma'am? I hope you're comfortable living here." Bram was standing right beside Aisyah, a question of pleasantries, whereas his main goal was to seek Ayesha's attention.

"The room is very nice, Bram, the mother is confused by herself. Let there be no fan, it's like it's raining here." Oceh Atifa's.

"It's remot the AC on the wall bu, if the temperature is too cold can be set."

Atifa only nodded in confusion, she was still amazed by the atmosphere of her room.

"Isa, you're lucky to meet Bram's son..." Atifa half-mumbled.

"I'm the lucky one to meet Aisyah, ma'am. If I don't meet Aisyah somehow my fate." Br whinyesan. Aisyah's face immediately blushed in embarrassment with that compliment-laden expression on her.

"Don't be so low, Bram boy. I should be grateful, son Bram has been taking good care of my Isah all this time." Atifa held Aisha's hand

"It was I who took care of me, ma'am. My eyes are much cleaner now after meeting Aisyah."

"Eh, what's the eye?" Aisyah looked up to Bram.

"Yes, baby.my view is much healthier and I can no longer look left and right because I see you." Bram gently patted Aisyah's shoulder and unreservedly blinked his eyes at Aisyah.

"Akh, Mas Bram likes zombies." Aisyah lowered her blushing face.

"I swear, mom. I should thank you very much to the mother who gave birth to a girl as beautiful and as good as Aisyah to this world." Bram is getting so-so, he really likes to see Aisyah who misbehaves in front of him.

"Alhamdullilah, Aisha has met the right match. God is great." Atifa looked so moved.

"Darling..."Bram nudged Aisyah's shoulder.

"Hmm."

"That Tito seemed to be getting sleepy," Bram pointed at Tito who yawned a few times but still hugged Aisyah's arm.

"Mother also looks tired and needs to rest, we should just go out. Give mom and Tito a chance to rest."

"Tito's not sleepy yet, ummi." Sergey Tito with body made upright.

"But, Tito's been yawning I see."

"Tito just yawned a little, really."

Bram tried to refrain from arguing with this boy. Though, deep in his heart there he impatiently wanted to bring Aisyah up to the upper room immediately.

"Awhile, mas...Aisyah put raw Tito in the closet."

"Let mother put Tito's shirt in the closet later, you go get some rest too." Atifa smiled with understanding, when she saw Aisyah was about to deliver the folds of clothes that had just been cleaned.

"Yes, ma'am." Bram said quickly, the day was happy to see his mother-in-law who was so understanding to him.

"Can I sleep with ummi tonight."

Degh's! Bram's heart is like it's just been in the sundul. Now the eyes of the old widower parking can not resist glaring. He became nervous waiting for Aisyah's answer.

"Don't bother your ummimu, Tito. Tonight Tito's sleeping with grandma."

The answer from Atifa's mouth made Bram so relieved.

"Dad slept last night with ummi, can't change." Tito Whine.

"Tonight I borrowed it again..." Bram smiled as he blinked his eyes at Tito.

"Dad's feet are a little sore, so ask for help ummi's massage tonight." Reason Bram.

"But why Bram's foot?"Aisyah frowned, turning to Bram, looking worried.

"Gosh, this little sensitive guy why the hell?" Rutuk Bram in heart.

"Some, but maybe you can treat it." Bram raised his eyebrows side by side, code hard for Aisyah to just obey.

"Mas Bram..Why is it possible that his gout recurred, huh? Abah first if his legs hurt hard way must be because uric acid relapses."

Bram scratched his non-itchy head. This Aisyah really made him anxious.

"Here you go, just rest there. Tito's going to sleep with mom. Ayok, Tito, come here, grandma will tell you the story of the prophet Joseph."

"Waaah.thank you, ma'am. Good evening. Assalamualaikum says. Good night, too, Tito may dream of meeting the prophet Joseph..." Bram withdrew Aisyah's hand without waiting for Tito to protest again.

"Ummi.tomorrow promise to sleep with Tito, yaaaa." Tito's voice just disappeared as Bram closed the door to his in-laws' room when he came out.

"Corn, baby." Bram rolled his scabbard almost to the knee to make it easier for him to step.

"Bram..." Aisha looks confused.

"Why?"

"Bram's face is red?"

"Oh, the otong is impatient..." Grumpy Bram.

"Babies?"

"Sttt...!"

Without any more ba bi bu, Bram pulled Aisyah's body and lightly she raised her slim body and carried it like in Korean dramas.

"Aw..mas...!"

"Stt..hush up!" Bram landed a lightning kiss on Aisyah's gawking lips while wrapping her arms around Bram's neck for fear of falling. Bram took a long step towards the stairs.

"She said Bram's leg hurts?"

"It's not anymore." Bram answered short, his breath hunting with hasty steps up the stairs, his sturdy arms supporting his wife's body as if without burden.

"The helmet has waited too long, there is no longer any extra time." Whisper raucous.

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