Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 17: BROTHER-IN-LAW

A very bright morning. The sun poked out from behind the curtain and hit the face of a pair of humans who were cool in silence with each other. The morning sun's radiance is seen from his super-glazed smile, very different from a pair of people who do not show a line of smiles at all. Flat. The room looked so quiet there was no sound.

Well, Afra and Ziran are exactly like living robots.

Since yesterday only Afra who continues to speak, act in order to get reprimand, or babble is not clear to scream frustration because it is kept the idol of the heart. Unfortunately, not a single word came out of Ziran's mouth. If he wants to say something he will send it through a message, will not talk by mouth.

As a result, this morning Afra was a little tired of facing her husband's behavior. But she did not forget her obligation as a wife, focusing and painstakingly fitting a tie into Ziran's collar. Tidying up each side of her husband's clothes that were less neat, patting the clothes was like removing the dust that stuck there. Afra is so considerate.

When he finished, he walked up to pick up his phone on the nightstand and typed something there.

Drings.

The notification sounds a sign of a message coming in on Ziran's phone. The man walked up to the bed and grabbed his cell phone.

"Food I've prepared at the dinner table, don't forget his tea at the drink, my husband."

Afra was following along not wanting to talk either, because she thought it would just be a waste of energy. The proof yesterday, he deserves to be called a madman screaming himself in the bathroom because his frustration persuaded Ziran to stop being angry. Unfortunately, Ziran instead remained indifferent to him.

"I'm going to take a shower, you go downstairs and finish your breakfast. Don't forget to put your lunch in the bag!"

like a mother who gives attention to her child, Afra always pays attention to the little things to Ziran. Ever since she was legally a wife, she was not the figure of Afra that she used to be. Afra was always spoiled, helped, guided and given the affectionate attention of her Umnya figure, now she is the one who will do it all to her Husband. Although not used to it yet, she learned to get used to it because it was the duty of a wife, right?

Tring ting's.

A message from Ziran has come in.

"Yes my wife's a bawel."

Afra raised a glance at Ziran behind her and smiled amusedly. If you know, since yesterday he's been bearing that name. He likes Ziran to say he's a tadpole, every woman is a housekeeper and about things he feels are very valuable, right?

"Wait for me downstairs. I'll be down in 10 minutes."

After her message was read by her husband. He saw Ziran advancing towards him and hugging tightly at him.

I told you, right. Ziran did not want to talk to me, but about giving sweet attention it continues to apply, even though it does not change the word romantic. Afra chuckled softly and hugged her husband back.

The hug came off and Ziran breezed about to go out of the room.

Tring ting's.

"Don't be long, my wife!"

Afra read the Message as Ziran's body was swallowed in the door. Afra was back alone in the spacious room. His breathing was heavy, the memories of Ziran and Kiki's fight yesterday had not been quickly lost from his mind.

It is still an enigma about the words of the two people, whether consciously or not all that bothers him. Always circling in the eye, until when closed still clearly makes it only sleep a few hours.

"Do I have to find out? Who is Alki Kihalmid? Are Ziran and Kiki people who know each other? Ah, that's for sure. Obviously the words of yesterday became his authentic proof. Kiki's words that would snatch it from Ziran, scared me. No, I have loved my Husband, I do not want anything to separate me from him. No, I don't want to!" Afra shook her head quickly to delate the speech beyond her estimation earlier.

"really. I don't want anyone bothering my little family. Especially wanting to make my relationship and Ziran worse. That can't happen! It doesn't matter who Kiki is. Forget it, Afra! You have married and has not your love been entirely for Ziran, the man with many sacrifices got you? Don't make this story harder!" This time Afra spoke to her mind.

Afra pinched her forehead hoping the pain that suddenly whack her head disappeared.

"I have to stay away, Kiki!"

That was the final decision from Afra. It is most appropriate to stay awake before the household is destroyed.

***

"Ah, it turns out to be this quiet in living alone at home. Uh, not really. Kan, there's Mr. Wu and Mr. Eno. Huff ..., but they're super busy." Afra sat lazily on the living room sofa while propping up her chin in hand.

it was just a few minutes when she entered the house after driving her husband to the front porch when he was about to go to work.

Tring ting's.

Afra immediately sat up straight as the sound of her cell phone's notifications rang out loud in the quiet guest room. He picked up the object he had placed on the guest table, right in front of him.

Afra gawked at reading one by one the incoming messages. "O Allah, is this a trust or a punishment?" Well, Ziran just sent a message of a husband's trust to his wife.

First, it is not allowed to go outside the house, it turns out that Afra's first guess is true.

second, do not call and SMS the same men who are not mahrom, this must indeed avoid Afra.

third, don't think of any other man, how brave he is.

fourth, do not work hard if you want anything to ask Mbok Wu, which is true, this wife is taught lazy or what?

And lastly, if you want to do something Permission first. This serious? So the bathroom must be a permit too?

Afra tapped her phone to the head. That trust made him even more headache. So what will he do at home? He might get tired of doing nothing!

Ting nong's

Afra realized when the doorbell rang a sign of a guest coming. Mbok Wu came hastily from the kitchen of the house wanting to open the door, immediately Afra called Mbok Wu to stop him.

Mbok Wu turned around and smiled at Afra. "Yes, Non?"

"Good, Non. Then excuse me to go back and do the job again." Afra nodded with a smile and Mbok Wu quickly walked out from before him.

Ting nong's

The house bell rang. Afra rushed to the door to open it. After opening the door, there was a figure of an adult woman with a beautiful smile on her face, her straight brown hair waving in the wind.

A few seconds Afra glued to see the woman.

"Hi, Assalamualaikum Ipar's sister!" The woman was cheerful. It was too late to cheer until the woman immediately jumped to hug Afra.

Afra was surprised not to play. After a few seconds, the hug was finally released by the woman.

Who is this woman? I've never seen it before. But, did he call me sister-in-law? Oh, is this Ziran's brother? Inner Afra wondered.

"Wa-waalaikumsalam, Brother." Later on just be curious. "Eh, come on in, brother, it's not good to stand in front of the door."

The woman was still smiling, too happy until the face was beaming. "Oh yes. Come quickly, I want to talk to you a lot, Sister-in-law."

First Afra's hand was pulled into the house by the woman. Afra followed without protest. They arrived at the living room.

"So wait a minute, Dad." Afra was about to go to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" But it was held back by the woman who called her sister-in-law.

"Make a drink, brother. Hehe .... " Afra replied.

"Ah, no need. Brother's not thirsty, mending we sit." The woman again brought Afra to sit on the sofa side by side. Afra's hand in hand then switched to holding both shoulders Afra. "You must be confused Whose brother, right?"

The right guess.

Afra smiled shyly choosing to duck. "Sorry, Brother."

The woman's face pitched, "Eh, I'm sorry. Wrong, it should be Brother who apologizes, come-come do not introduce himself first, immediately embraced again. Hehe.., it's so nice to be so, deh. Sorry yes."

Afra's lips wrinkle funny. It turned out that this woman was quite chatty and very active. Always smile, be friendly, and get along very quickly. "No pa-pa, brother. Sorry, sister, whose name is it?"

The woman was anxiously pinching Afra's cheek. "Zanira, just call Brother Zani, okay. Must be Afra, right?" Guess the woman. And his smile widened as Afra nodded.

"When your wedding and Ziran, I'm sorry, did not have time to come because at that time you were abroad again designing clothes for the Fashion show competition in the Netherlands, and you did not have time to come, so you can just come back here and see you today." His face became sad.

I should have just seen it. Kak Zani is a busy person with a job as a model designer. Afra spoke to her heart.

"This is because of the older brother, Si Ziran. Very quickly want to get married.kan Real wedding is another month and Brother has set a schedule to be able to go home, but well, your marriage is even advanced. Like his brother." Zanira grumbled as she jerked her feet to the floor.

It turns out that they are both brothers. Brother Zanira is his brother-in-law. Lucky to have a sister-in-law like brother Zani, she is cheerful, friendly, and very earthy. Afra was grateful in her heart.

"Hehe .., no pa-pa really, Brother Zani. I'm happy to see you now with brother-in-law." Afra smiled gently. "Sister-in-law needs something?"

Zanira exhaled and shook her head. He pressed his right palm against the cheek of the Little Sister. "You're a good girl, just so Ziran wants to quickly marry you. He's afraid you'll be taken by someone else." Zanira rubbed Afra's cheek gently.

"Where is Ziran to you? That kid doesn't make you blood up, does he? "

Afra asked that question. What's he supposed to say? Afra smiled wryly not knowing what to answer?

And Afra's behavior just got a quick look from her Sister-in-law, Zanira. "You guys are fighting?"

Afra's getting dead fleas. That guess is one hundred percent right. Zanira is a very sensitive person.

"Oh, so right? Just a few days into marriage there was a problem. Huh, building that household turned out to be complicated, yes." Zanira patted his head quite hard. "I don't know if Ziran is angry, he won't talk. Is he like that now?" Zanira asked Afra.

"Yes, Brother." It feels like sharing the burden on others. Afra actually wanted to solve her own problems and Ziran, but it seems that her husband's siblings better understand how her brother's nature compared to her who had only been Ziran's wife for a few days.

"No pa-pa, brother. It will all be back to how it was."

"Eh .., don't be that dong, Afra. long wait for him if you want him to talk again. Want brother to help?"

The offer seemed interesting, but Afra thought back to it was okay?

"Sister will help bring back the chatty Ziran like you knew him earlier. Wants, right?" Again, the offer was made by Zanira.

Afra weighed in before making a decision. There was a long thump. "You, brother." Afra agreed after much consideration.

I am so glad Zanira clapped her hands. His sister accepted his offer. "Good, then you have to help Brother, okay?"

Again Afra nodded.

Zanira smiled mystically full of mysteries.

"I have a plan!"

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