MAHMUD, I Love U
Best Husband

Hello friends, Bebee back 😁

Thank you for all your prayers yes, I Aamiini all ❤ May all good things also come back to you. Aamiins.

Happy reading yes.

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Mayra looked at Azka who was eating her fruit salad. In the dining room with a rather dim light they were silent. Only the clock hand sounds like it is beating very slowly. Time has shown past from 11 p.m. Mayra plays her lips. She hesitated to talk to her husband. Exactly Wuni yesterday. Guilt does make the culprit suffer and lose confidence. Mayra is now exactly like a new employee who is dealing with a fierce boss and will ask for cash bonds. His courage is only a small thing to say a big thing.

Azka focused her eyes only on the fruit salad in front of her which was studded with a lot of grated cheese. He let his wife talk. He waits. But after 10 minutes, his wife was still silent.

"Yank?" Mayra finally opened her voice.

"Hm??" Azka answered briefly because her mouth was still full of salad.

The eyes of his wife. Mayra Nyeringis was still in doubt.

"Why yank? Just talk!" Azka. His gaze returned to the fresh salad in front of him and stirred it slowly. Saos mayo made by his wife is very good.

"Mmm, you're off tomorrow, right?" Mayra asked hesitantly even though she knew very well tomorrow her husband was off.

Azka nodded. He still enjoys his cud. He was disappointed in his wife. But his love is too big to cover all that.

"Tomorrow .. we go to zoo yuk! The three of us," Mayra asked still in her tone.

"Can. Didn't take bi Marni?" Azka. His wife was already used to have to take bi Marni if she traveled everywhere with Anggun.

"No, Yank. Tomorrow we'll be three." Mayra answered sure.

Azka nodded. The fruit salad in his hand was over. Coupled with Mayra who in fact did not say the thing he wanted to hear. Azka was about to stand up to leave the dining table. But Mayra immediately prevented it.

"Yank?"

Mayra actually had intended to talk about the thing that made the man in front of her cry. But his courage shrank. He was well aware the silliness he had made was not easy to forgive.

Rendra. The name was playing on the mind of the mother of one child. Mayra herself did not know how she could initially enjoy her time with the boy. Especially when in the blue lake, which he said anyone who binds a promise there then his love will be eternal. And without anyone knowing, Mayra and Rendra have been there, alone.

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That afternoon Rendra deliberately used a motorcycle to come to Griya because last night he had received an answer 'yes' from Mayra when he invited her to go to the blue lake later in the afternoon. That afternoon Rendra sumringah. A happy smile can't be separated from her lips, even Mayra. Sometimes their eyes steal each other's eyes to smile together. They can't wait for the afternoon.

Evening came. That day they passed the taste hours of the day. After all the Griya employees came home, Mayra immediately hugged on Rendra's motorbike splitting the mountain road into a blue lake.

Until there, Mayra ran closer to the lake where the water moved gently swept by the wind. He smiled, Rendra too. There, it was as if Mayra was a 17-year-old girl who was being spoiled by an adult male named Rendra.

"Likes?" Rendra who was standing to the right of her girl asked.

Mayra nodded. Their eyes clashed.

"It's safe here. Listen...!" Mayra closed her eyes. "The sound of the wind, the ripples of the lake, the squeak of the bird, fuuuwww..." Mayra breathed out a sound. "A very beautiful combination."

Rendra smiled looking at the closed Mayra. The woman next to him who that afternoon was wearing a pair of belel jeans with a blue sabrina t-shirt looked very pretty. The wind flew his hair slowly. Mesmerizing. Rendra really admired the work of God that one.

"It looks like I need to build a house here" said Rendra.

"Haha. It's not.."

"Then?"

"I want you to be in it, all day long" Rendra said solemnly. She wanted to be with Mayra all day. Living together in a house, alone from morning to morning again.

Mayra chuckles. The man in front of her always had a magic word that her husband did not have.

The azka?

Unknowingly, Mayra often compared her husband to Rendra. And it's really a disease.

Is not everyone asked to focus only on what he has without ever comparing it with others? If you still do, be prepared to lose your gratitude.

"I love you." Rendra said without hesitation to look at the bead of his woman's eyes.

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Mayra sighed heavily remembering herself with the foreign man who suddenly came too deep on her.

"Why?" Azka sat down. He really hoped that his wife would immediately discuss the matter in the room.

"I'm sorry," Mayra looked down.

Azka was silent, he looked at his wife's nanar. He hugged his misguided wife. Maybe Mayra didn't know that her husband always had a myriad of apologies for her. Conditions are only one, Mayra regretted completely all his mistakes and promised not to repeat them.

"You..have known everything, right?" Guess Mayra by looking at her husband in doubt.

"Know what?" Answer Azka pretend.

Mayra silence. Silent. Both were silent for quite a while. Mayra was very afraid Azka was angry. Her husband was very kind, very patient. So if he's already angry, really it's actually angry. Isn't the anger of those who rarely get angry more dangerous than those who get angry?

"I don't know anything about things you didn't tell me, Yank," Azka said.

He actually doesn't like the news about his wife he got from other people. Azka wanted her own wife to tell her about everything. But will the devil let his whisperers reveal his actions to others? Surely not, right?

Mayra. A speck of tears began to fall soaking the dining table with brown clothes in line with the color of the wood. Azka walked up to his wife and stood beside her, then knelt down.

"Here's Yank!" Azka spread her hands. His chest was always ready to support the burden of his wife's heart, at any time. Even when his chest is hurting once.

For a moment Mayra looked. His eyes and cheeks were wet. He immediately scattered his body into the crib of Azka. Her crying is out there.

"Az-kaa!!!" Mayra's crying is getting better. Bodynga shaking. Mayra hit her husband on the back with her fist. How could her husband be so strong?

Forgiveness is the best way to make a mistake. Things that will make the culprit slapped in shame, stabbed to the niche.

Azka responded by stroking his wife's back gently. "Already, Yank. You will always be my good wife."

Mayra's crying is growing. His head shook slowly. "No, no. I'm not a good wife!!"

Azka tightened her grip. Kissing his wife's hair. In his heart pray, may his wife always be able to choose the best thing for herself and her family.

Home is the art of giving up. As long as one of them still wants to give up and is always able to apologize, then everything will be fine. And Azka will hold fast to that principle, forever.