Married for Trust
CHAPTER 26.

Arriving in Andre's room was stunned to see Nazhwa sitting on the bed hugging his legs.

Nazhwa who was shocked to hear the sound of the door opening quickly wiped away his tears that escaped without any excuse.

Nazhwa came down from the bed to her husband. "Where's the gas? I'm looking for nothing? ask her.

Andre did not answer, the concern now is Nazhwa's eyes. Was he so outrageous that his wife cried.

"Why are you crying?" andre asked while wiping the remaining tears in the corner of Nazhwa's eyes.

"No, Mas. I didn't cry, it was just a flickering." replied Nazhwa smiling.

Andre just doesn't believe it. He cupped Nazhwa's face staring fixedly at the two eyes that still had the rest of the tears that pooled in the corner.

"Did you cry like this because of me?" ask Andre again.

Nazhwa smiled, he clasped Andre's hand cupping his face. "I cry a lot because, Mom. But I beg you to turn my cry into a happy cry. Make me cry just because I'm happy."

A while Andre continued to look at Nazhwa's face, it was outrageous to make a woman cry. Though his desire since long ago is always to make Shalwa happy. However, the lover left first, and maybe Nazhwa is a substitute figure that he should be happy.

Andre also pulled Nazhwa's body and hugged him very tightly, showering the head of Nazhwa who was wrapped in hijab with a kiss while continuing to say sorry.

"I promise, from today will not make you cry anymore except crying because you are happy" said Andre.

"You mean?" ask Andre.

Nazhwa gasped, why did he get to such a stupor. "My brothers I want to continue to feel happiness, aging with Mas until the end of life." Nazhwa said.

"In Shaa Allah, Nazhwa. We both support each other, remind each other and rebuke each other in a gentle way when one of us accidentally makes a mistake" Andre said.

Nazhwa nodded in the arms of her husband. In addition to the ridho of his Rabb, the affection and love of his husband is what he wants at the end of his life if indeed the disease in his suffering is the way to his death.

"Oh yeah, where did you come from? I'm looking for nothing." asked Nazhwa later.

"I'm out of the kitchen for fried rice, hungry because the meeting with the client went home without having time to eat" replied Andre. He also broke his embrace. "We ate yes, I made it for you too." Andre asked.

Nazhwa nodded enthusiastically with a smile he immediately hugged Andre's arm and they stepped out of the room towards the kitchen.

"Hmmm, it smells really good. It turns out Mas can make fried rice as well." said Nazhwa, he closed his eyes to smell the aroma of fried rice made by his husband.

"It used to learn a lot with Mama" said Andre then started eating her. "Let's try later you give me the value of how much fried rice I made."

Nazhwa scooped his fried rice, a mouthful went into his mouth and it tasted really good. She did not expect her husband to be able to make this delicious fried rice.

"100." said Nazhwa while continuing to eat his fried rice, he became addicted and maybe later will ask to be made rice fried by Andre.