Married Mr. A
The Moon

This morning with heavy Agung had to leave Nuri at home. Although Nuri had a holiday, not with Agung, her husband had to continue teaching at the cottage.

Nuri accompanied Agung breakfast. Staring fixedly at the man in front of him who had been neat with special clothes taught him. White shirt and black pants.

"Why? is something wrong?" Feeling that Nuri was observing him, Agung stopped bribing activities.

Shaking and smiling. "Nothing, just want to worry about time can't."

Agung nodded. Finish his breakfast immediately.

"Aren't you talking at home with Mar?" ask Great. The man was already at the door about to leave for the cottage immediately.

"Yes, no papa, Mom. It's the stock." Nuri handed me a medium-sized box.

"No need, I will try after I am ready to teach will soon go home." declined Agung.

"But..." Nuri had not had time to finish his speech, Agung had landed a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm leaving, yeah." Hearing the Great's words, Nuri immediately extended her hand to greet the husband.

Before getting into the car, Agung smiled then waved his hand. Nuri who is still standing on the terrace also returned the wave of the hand of the Great.

Silently, this big house only has a few people in it. Nuri no doubt to the splendor of the house and its contents, but what if it feels empty.

This time Maak was arranging groceries in the kitchen but, there were two women with him. A curious Nuri approached him.

"Eh, Sister Nuri? can anyone help? ask Mar Ma'am.

Nuri. "Here let me help you," bargained Nuri.

Ma'am Mar prevents. "No, Ma'am. Madame is angry. As per the mandate, Ms. Nuri is prohibited from holding utensils in the kitchen."

Nuri scrunched her forehead. What did her in-laws mean, every time she was forbidden to help do something, even if only to arrange vegetables.

Nuri didn't listen to Mar's words. He forced his hand to keep the vegetables in the refrigerator.

"Yes, I don't think so. So what am I supposed to do in a house this big? just so you don't complain, Mama won't know, right?" Oceh Nuri's.

"Who said, Ma'am. The madam knows everything, except the upstairs room. Because this whole room has been installed cctv." said mbak Mar slowly.

Nuri's hand stopped, what cctv? So all his activities were recorded.

"Relax, mbak. The cctv is only downstairs. The top floor is clean there is no cctvnya," said Mbak Mar with a smile.

Nuri took a glass, poured water into it. He really felt weak, considering remember, whether there are activities perverted with the husband.

"Oh, yes mbak, this introduces Mbok Yanti and Santi, those who will clean this house" said Mbak Mar. Nuri nodded then smiled at the two people who were ready to do their job.

Nuri was forced to follow Mar. From the story of Mbak Mar, the two people named Mbak Yanti and Santi only work half a day. Just cleaning the house however, only the lower floors are they cleaning.

Upstairs only Mbak Mar can touch him.

Nuri firmly believes that Mbak Mar is his trusted man. Since her friend quit her job, Maya chooses to take a part-time job to help her clean up the house.

After the Dzuhur prayer, Nuri chose to confine himself in his room. Turning on the television however, her eyes and eyes were focused only on the advanced object in her hands.

His finger skillfully typed the letters on the keyboard board. Occasionally he had to laugh while reading the incoming message, who else if not the message of the three Srikandis.

Right at one o'clock in the afternoon, the roar of the car engine stopped in the yard of the house. Nuri looked over from the window, ascertaining who was coming. His face was more sparkling when the Great came out of the car.

After answering the greeting, Nuri immediately opened the door, welcoming the arrival of her husband.

"Why? How happy are you to see this handsome husband come home?"

Since hearing there is a cctv, Nuri is more guarding herself. Although actually wanted to immediately embrace Agung, Nuri held him until he reached the room later.

"Well, will you take a shower or eat first?" ask Nuri.

"Bandi first, had not had time to pray Dzuhur," replied Agung.

Both of them walked up the stairs.

Agung walks while unbuttoning the top two shirts.

After closing the room door, Nuri immediately turned around, turned around the direction and hit the Great's body. Inhaling the masculine scent then submerged his head in front of Grand's chest.

"What's wrong?" By reflex, Agung captures Nuri's body in his arms. He was amazed by the attitude of Nuri who arrived aggressively according to him

"Kangen, Mas." he said. Agung laughed and then dyed the head that was wrapped in the hijab.

"Has the moon gone?" grand Whisper.

For a moment Nuri fell silent to interpret her husband's words.

Nuri is definitely the moon that her husband means is the coming moon. Nuri laughed amusedly, the girl shook her head weakly.

Agung sighed in annoyance, let go of his embrace, then looked at his wife with a clingy look.

"I'll wait for the moon to leave, after that I won't forgive you until she comes again." Agung tilted his face to touch Nuri's lips.

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For the previous uthor apologize if the title is not seauai with the contents. Actually this story does not tell about pesantren, but because the Boarding school system or boarding school in a boarding school cottage, it is like the title of the story.

If anyone objected to the title and plot, Uthor many² apologized, This story can not be changed title, because it has continued contracted.

Thanks in advance to you my loyal readers. Without you, maybe this story would just haitus it.

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