Marrying My Sister-in-law Candidate
Coffee Made in Aisyah

Meanwhile, in another place, Tara's apartment. Upon his return from the hospital, the exotic-skinned woman was unceasingly raving. The situation now looks very sad. Tara drinks alcohol. He felt frustrated and lost, because Haidar had embarrassed him in front of Aisyah.

"Haidar asshole! He could have embarrassed me in front of his pretentious wife. I hate you Haidar! I hate! What is my lack? Huh! What?!" Tara's mouth continues to curse Haidar. He was angry and angry at his ex-girlfriend. Tara did not accept Haidar's treatment while in the hospital.

Some glass bottles that have been finished unceremoniously look so messy in Tara's mini bar. She had already consumed three bottles of drink at once. Anger had made him lose his mind and led him on a path that could have been misleading. His love for Haidar who was still residing in the depths of his heart in an instant had turned into hatred.

Tara is not a bad woman. He was just a victim of his own obsession. Regrets that come too late because he prefers to pursue a career. He has made her a selfish woman. During her stay abroad and career as a professional model, she never once did things that could have ruined her good name.

If only Haidar would wait for him. Maybe the story will be different. When Tara got an offer to become an advertising model of a famous product that requires her to return to Indonesia. He actually has hopes to meet and knit back his love with Haidar.

However, his hopes were not in accordance with the reality he saw at that time. Haidar seems to have forgotten himself and married another woman.

Truly, Tara regretted that she had thrown Haidar away. He was even willing to give the most valuable thing in his life to get Haidar's love back. To the extent that he also did the ridiculous thing is to fake a fake certificate stating that he was pregnant.

"Aarrgghh ...!!!" Tara throws the glass that still contains half the red drink on the floor.

And prang!!!

The distinctive smelling liquid immediately stained the expensive marble that became the floor of his apartment. The glass fragments were seen scattered everywhere.

With gontai Tara's footsteps rose from her seat. The road even staggered as his sight began to blur. He doesn't know where he's going. Being in here makes it so crowded. Tara needs fresh air as well as friends to share complaints. He wanted to go to a place where he could have fun. So that his brain can be fresher.

Arriving in the elevator his head suddenly throbbed and felt very dizzy.

"Let's!! Arghh ...!" Pekiknya while squeezing hair that is already very messy. Tara forgot her status as a famous model. He does not care at all about the image he has been guarding all this time. His appearance was really very chaotic and messy.

"Damn! My head is why it hurts so much. Arghh ...!"

Tara tried to blink her eyes that began to twitch. "Why are the buttons so much like this?" he was upset when he saw the elevator button in front of him became very much and changed.

Occasionally his body is almost dazed, lucky the situation in the elevator hallway is quiet. There was only one man who had been watching Tara from behind.

The neat-looking man was observing Tara's movements in silence. He had no intention at all to ask or just talk.

"Isn't that .. is she Tara?" In his heart he was monologuing himself. The man seemed to recognize Tara.

"Aarrayghh!! Damnit damnit! This is why it can't be. Where my head hurts any more," kept swearing at the innocent elevator button. Many times he pressed the button but the elevator did not open. Tara was upset, why is she so unlucky today. Humiliated now the elevator is playing tricks on him.

With impatience Tara just kept pressing the buttons. The man who was still looking at her smiled. He felt sorry and funny. How not. Even the doors of the elevator will never open. If you press it, it is not the button that should be.

His index finger just kept pressing down with a careless movement. Sometimes he touches his head which is getting painful. His mouth grimaced at once incessantly hissing.

Until in the end, Tara who was not strong enough to hold the throbbing in the head suddenly dazed backwards and was lucky to quickly catch Tara's body.

the grep!

Suddenly the man's face turned sour and snorted repeatedly. The smell of alcohol penetrates his sense of smell.

Shit!!

"It turns out he was drinking," the man then carried Tara's body that was weak and unconscious. "Dimming the cave bring it to the cave apartment aja deh." he muttered while stepping into his apartment.

The man stared fixedly at Tara's face.

"You're still as beautiful as you used to be, Ra" she said, with a meaningful smile.

***

Next day.

In a room two pairs of husband and wife had just performed dawn prayer. They chose to teach for a while. After finishing teaching, the two then clean up the prayer equipment while talking.

"Darling, how about we go home in the afternoon?" asked Haidar to Aisyah who was still busy making their bed.

"Do you not work?" Instead of answering, Aisyah asked back.

"It just so happens that my work is not much anymore" said Haidar while embracing the waist of the wife who resumed her activities. "I want to be with my beautiful wife." Haidar is getting nosy. His hands could not be conditioned when he touched Aisyah's body.

The one who touched started to feel bad. "Don't start ..." Aisyah tried to get rid of her husband's naughty hands that had been moving everywhere. "Mending now we go down just yuk! Not good with Umi." proposed Aisyah. More precisely, he was trying to avoid. If it continues to be left, Haidar can act further.

Haidar suddenly stopped his movement, "Yang semalem is still less dear. Malem again, huh?" He was now standing up and hugging Aisha's body from behind. Placing his chin on the niche of Aisyah's neck. The smell of pheromones is his favorite.

Aisyah stroked Haidar's delicate sideburns with her right hand while her other hand rubbed Haidar's circular hand on her waist.

"Yes-yes, it'll be malem again. Now we're whipping down. It was this afternoon. I, right, have to help Umi cook," Aisyah just agree with Haidar's wishes. Because if not it will be long-tailed. The matter later that night can be arranged again. The most important thing now is that he does not have to argue with his effective husband.

Getting the green light, Haidar then singed a smile while landing a kiss in a row on Aisyah's cheek. "Thank you, baby. You are indeed the best and most obedient wife."

"Maye ..."

Pleasing the husband's heart is actually a simple matter. As long as we can be good and obedient wives. That's actually enough. Plus the way we treat our husbands as we should.

During her marriage to Haidar, Aisyah learned more. From the little things to the important things. Because he felt he needed to do that. According to him, marriage can go well if between husband and wife can fully understand each other's qualities and accept the shortcomings of our partner.

While he was doing ta'aruf with Haikal. Aisyah could not know much about her future husband. He and Haikal met only a few times. It was only briefly and under the supervision of their parents.

If now she is legal to be a wife. So, Aisyah is freer to find out about what Haidar likes and dislikes.

After the two decided to go down, it turned out that Umi Maryam was busy in the kitchen with ART who helped her.

Aisyah approached Umi Maryam while Haidar chose to sit in the family room with Abi who was enjoying a warm cup of tea while watching television.

"What do you want to cook? Can I help you?" aisha asked Umi Maryam who was busy cutting potatoes.

"Not to be darling. You want to make a drink there for your husband," Umi Maryam said without stopping her activity of cutting potatoes. "Umi just want to cook chicken stew mixed with a little potato. This is also where Yuni's mother helped."

Aisyah snatched at Umi's words. "What's wrong, Umi? Masa Aisyah want to help you can not," he said lirih.

Umi Maryam simply smiled in response to her daughter's complaint. "It's not okay, son. You too, right, should serve your husband first. Make him drink, usually Haidar like to drink what if early in the morning gini." said Umi explained to Aisyah. His daughter never changed.

"Haidar I usually make coffee, Mi."

"Yes there. Make coffee first you just help Umi cook." Umi Maryam began sauteing stew seasoning that had been kneaded by Mbak Yuni. The potatoes that had been cut had also been washed clean by him.

Aisyah nodded to Umi's orders. He immediately took a cup and then a round container of blue containing coffee powder. With a smile Aisyah put one and a half tablespoons of coffee grounds into the cup.

"Awas, don't forget to love sugar," always makes Aisyah laugh.

"Yes yes dong, Umi. Aisha cannot forget. Kan, it's common to do." exclaimed Aisyah while adding two teaspoons of sugar.

Then he heated a little water in the pot and after boiling the hot water was poured into the cup.

Umi Maryam gave a smile as she watched her daughter who was so deft to make coffee for her husband. Apparently, Aisyah has really transformed into a good and obedient wife. She was worried because she married a man she did not love.

However, those worries slowly faded as time went on. Where now he witnessed for himself how the state of Aisyah's household that looks so harmonious and happy.

In my heart, Umi Maryam always prayed that Aisyah would heal quickly and immediately be blessed with a baby.

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