Married Mr. A
Love For Aisha

Hello Assalamuaikum, Ijo tea greet again. goods times there are still favorite this novel 😊 teh ijo just want to tell who wants to continue to read the novel Pak Agung and Nuri you can read the novel with the title LOVE FOR AISYAH. But there the author changed the name of the cast. There is a story after Nuri graduated from High School. Stop by ya 😊

Although the weather outside is raining heavily, but does not make the air in a car will feel cold. Even if the car AC has been turned on it still feels hot.

A man only focused on driving his car, while a woman chose to stare straight at the front of the glass without a word. They were a married couple a year ago.

Sometimes the man just glanced at his wife who was angry with him. The incident this afternoon made Aisyah silent until now.

Fifteen minutes of travel feels like 1 hour, because the atmosphere feels gripping when no words are said from the tiny lips of the woman who has the title of wife. Until the car has entered the garage of the house that is not too wide, the wife still does not intend to reprimand her husband.

“Nyebelin!" One word finally sounded in Azam's ear.

At that time Azam only raised his eyebrows while breathing rough. He doesn't know what sucks about him.

“It should be a little sensitive, napa! Take a cake umbrella, let his wife not get wet like this!” gerutu Aisyah while rubbing the top of her head because it is still famous raindrops

“Iya, sorry yes, I forgot.” Azam chose to give up and then put his briefcase right on his wife's head so as not to be exposed to rain water droplets. With pursed lips, Aisyah also walked irritatedly into the house. Let's just say if Azam can not be sensitive in sharing circumstances, because it can not prepare an umbrella before the rain.

The rain had not subsided, nor did Aisha's frustration with Azam, which was still peaking.

After cleaning the body, the two men enjoyed a cup of coffee moccachino which had been brewed by Azam to warm the bodies of those who had just been exposed to rain water.

“Mas deliberately moved to my campus?!” todong Aisyah is back.

“Jeez Ais, I'll explain from earlier. All of this is purely from the central leadership. You forgot yes, your foundation and campus is still one parent!” As much as possible Azam spoke with feeling.

“Kan can be rejected, Mas!”

“No Ice. Same with me, I am self-sufficient. You want an unemployed husband?”

For a moment Aisyah was silent while glancing at Azam.

“Say Mas seneng ngajar on campus, there are many beautiful and clear students. Wash your eyes, right?" accuse Aisha again

I don't know why Azam was amused to hear the words of his wife. Is this what women are like when they are jealous? think Azam.

“I just found out, it turns out that my mother's favorite daughter-in-law Maya is jealous yes,” Azam tease on her little wife. At that moment, Aisyah's face suddenly immediately blushed. Azam was getting closer to Aisyah's face, making the heartbeat can not be irregular.

“What the hell mas.” Aisha brushed off Azam's face.

“Funny also his face if I think gini. Kayak boiled crab." seduced Azam then laughs back. Instantly one pinch landed on Azam's waist.

“Aw, Aching Ice. Forgive me!!"

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Overview ....

After Aisyah was declared graduated and continued her schooling one of the leading Universities in her city, Azam immediately brought Ais to a simple house. The house that bought from his efforts all this time. Although with the wealth owned by his father he could buy a bigger house, but Azam chose to suffice his wife from his own efforts.

Nothing has changed since marrying Azam. It's just that every Sunday Aisyah's permission to go home. Mr. Dzaki and Ms. Nisa who already knew that Aisyah was married to Azam did not mind.

“Still angry?” Azam kissed his wife's forehead gently.

Aisyah who just opened her eyes looked at Azam who had been wearing a sarong and cocoa clothes.

“What time? Tumben is awake?”

“Heii?! Look at dawn soon. Quick shower. I'm going to the mosque.”

Aisyah just nodded slowly. A glimpse of the shadow of the hot night that had been missed last night made Aisyah's cheeks flutter again. As a result of the hot night struggle made Aisyah feel very tired to sleep until dawn.

That is how Azam if he had fasted for one week, then after he broke straight beat his wife tirelessly. Aisyah laughed amusedly considering that the activity ended at two in the morning.

As usual, every morning Aisyah always cooks and prepares provisions for her husband. But this time there was no support for her husband.

“Mas, we have lunch outside. There is a new cafe open next to the campus,” said Aisyah while cleaning up the rest of their breakfast. Due to bad luck, Aisyah only prepared a piece of bread and a glass of milk to prop up their stomachs before starting their day.

“Oke.”

In the corner of the room, Aisyah's presence had been in later by her friend.

“For so long you Ais?” Sisil grumbling.

Not even Aisyah sitting at her desk sounding again sahutan from the others “Ngapain aja anyway last night? Keep up?” Omel Nabila who already knows the ins and outs of his best friend.

Aisyah only smiled at her lips. Another with Sisil, a girl with thick glasses who is often nicknamed nerd by other friends did not know that Aisyah was married.

“Udah did you do the task of Alif lecturer last week?” sisil asked while confirming his thick glasses.

Instantly Aisyah patted her eel. And remember that his job was left at the dinner table.

“Death to me Sil.” Like wanting to scream, after doing the task to ignore her husband must be extinct. There's no way he's going back home just to take up his duties considering his college hours are almost in the offing.

“Why? Forgot to do no more?” ejek Sisil's.

“Udah on Sil, suer! But missed at home.” said Aisyah felt lethargic. Aisyah can only condemn her carelessness that is often forgotten.

“Kok can do anyway, Ais?” tanya Nabila was also worried.

Aisha chose to put her head on the table. He really wanted to cry as hard as he could, to grieve his carelessness.

“Ais, phone sound tuh!” exclamation Nabila.

Aisyah immediately picked up the phone that was inside the bag lazily. However, when floating the name of Mr Husband, with enthusiasm he pressed the green button to pick up the phone call.

“What?” ketus Aisha.

“(...)”

“Serious mas? Ja. Thanks yes.” Aisyah's face turned radiant again after receiving a call from Mr Husband