Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 22: THE OFFICE

"Give me the tie."

Ziran turned the direction facing Afra who had just exited the bathroom. He was stunned for a few seconds staring at his wife is very beautiful with the clothes on plus the natural face, adorable. Ziran smiled as he held out the tie in his hand to his wife.

Afra took the long cloth.

"You're so pretty and cute with this pink robe, like Baby.

Afra pressed her lips trying to resist the embarrassment. His hand moved to tie the collar of Ziran's shirt, "don't fight it first, it can't focus on the pair." Pleasing Ziran's warm gaze, her stomach tingled as she looked at those eyes.

Ziran was silent to let Afra pair the tie until it was finished, and as usual Afra always tidied every corner of her clothes were less neat.

"Thank you," Ziran smiled as he raised his hand, "Come, we're leaving now."

The speech was sweetly received by Afra, "Can't I just go to the tavern?"

Ziran shook her head firmly, "we're going to the office darling!"

There seems to be no hope. He still had to come to Ziran's office this morning, "All right.." resignedly, trying to smile.

"Let's go sweetie."

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The weather this morning was a little cloudy and signs of the earth going wet began to be seen from the spatter that fell to the ground. The cars that Ziran and Afra use cut through the crowded highways of vehicles and people dotting every corner of the city. The streets of the city are never deserted, although the rain does not dampen the spirit of everyone working for the sake of living. Humans need that.

The glass window of the car, Afra lowered a bit letting the rain speck hit her face. He carved a faint smile as he felt the cold rain.

"Honey, close the window. Look, your hijab is wet and you can get sick." The word of Ziran which received no response from Afra.

The girl was busy hearing the sound of the rain getting louder down reflected the water on the car glass.

Ziran bit her inner lips, upset that she was ignored.

Seittt

The sound of the car window shut, yes, Ziran himself who had to step in to close the window glass, Afra did not hear it at all.

And Afra also realized when the rain no longer hit her face. The car window had closed, it seemed like he knew whose call.

"Siran .... " Afra glared in annoyance at her Husband who turned to look at her for a moment, then again focused on the road.

Next to Ziran's hand took a tissue on the dashboard and his other hand drove, "Get your face close, I'll wipe the water."

"Let me just focus on driving." Afra's hand was about to grab the tissue, but Ziran was more alert to take it and hide it behind his back.

"No, no! Get your face, honey." The corner of Ziran's lips lifted up seeing Afra's resignation following his orders.

Afra forgot. He's a forcible, free to fight.

Afra approached and Ziran began wiping his wife's face with his right hand holding a tissue, his left hand driving. The focus of his gaze was divided, but everything was going fine. Ziran has been an expert in dividing anything into 2 or 3 jobs even at the same time. Great right?

"Revelation, Brother!"

Cittt

The sound of Ziran's car tires colliding with asphalt when suddenly brake his vehicle sounds thrilling. Ziran was surprised when he was about to hit something, but was even more surprised to hear his wife's screams.

"Astagfirulhalazim .... " Afra is characterized by rubbing the chest. Shocked when Ziran almost hit a cat who was about to cross the road.

Afra watched the animal for a few seconds. Fortunately, it was still, almost. His heart was relieved to see that the cat was still standing there with its fur soaked, so that it saw its small, frail body, that of a small cat.

"I'm sorry My wife .., "Ziran looked at his wife with a guilty look. "More times I'll be more careful."

It was this Afra who feared, Ziran underestimated such a big thing that almost put the life of an animal at risk.

"Huff ..., come on, brother. Open the door, I want to see the cat." Afra did not want to prolong the problem.

"Let me, wait here." However, Ziran first exited the car after taking an umbrella in the back seat of the car to protect himself from the rush of rain. Again Ziran will not let his wife get rain or do things that can make his wife sick or anything. Ziran relied more on himself, moreover this was his fault.

Afra sighed watching Ziran who was crouching in front of the car for a while, and when standing the little cat was already in his grasp. Ziran took the animal in the car.

"Find the cat, he's cold." Afra reached out asking for the cat in Ziran's grasp.

But what Afra got tried the Ziran sign did not allow. "Don't touch it, this cat's fur is wet and easy to stick to, you could be sick. Please get a handkerchief in my pants pocket."

Afra obeyed and followed her husband, slurping a handkerchief from Ziran's pants pocket. Afra spread the handkerchief in her palm and asked Ziran to put the cat there, after she finished wrapping the little animal and cradling it like a baby.

"Take a tissue so your hands don't get covered in fur, honey." Ziran held out the thin and white wide object in front of Afra.

"I can wash my hands when I get to your office. Come on, you said there'd be an important meeting this morning, right?" Afra distracts Ziran with her words otherwise Ziran's rules and orders to her will be endless about this and that.

Afra looked at ziran, nodded and smiled. "Yes, my husband."

The car again defended the city's crowded streets in the rain, this time the speed of Ziran vehicles under moderate speed, fearing something could harm them. There was already an early warning when he almost hit a kitten. Until finally Ziran's car arrived at its destination, entering the parking lot in the building and parked on the 4th floor.

Ziran got out of the car and rushed to open the door for Afra. They walked together towards the office elevator that connected directly to the top floor of the working Ziran forging. In the elevator, Afra just kept quiet and kept looking down stroking the fur of the cat's head that began to look dry. Ziran also did not open his voice, he preferred to pay attention to his wife's face.

This time Ziran noticed the Watch on his left arm.

In 15 minutes the meeting will begin. There's still time. Inner Ziran muttered and his gaze returned to pay attention to Afra. Ziran guessed what was on his wife's mind, until now still cool to spoil the cat. He had just been arrested, of course there was a sense of jealousy ambushed him.

Ting

The elevator shifted the focus of both. Ziran immediately idled next to his wife's empty hand and led her towards his room. Traveling to his study, the employees continued to greet him politely, Ziran only replied as necessary or with a thin smile. Employees no longer need to question who is the woman beside him, news about his simple marriage remains a byword that darted quickly in any direction people talk about it.

The news of Ziran's marriage brings heartbreak to the woman who is waiting if she is the one who should be with the handsome director, not anyone. But what can I do? Yellow janur has curved. Ziran has become the property of Afra.

"Sir Ziran."

The call stopped Ziran from opening the door of his room. The couple turned to face the caller,

"Yes, Fano?"

Fano bowed respectfully and smiled stiffly at Ziran as well as the woman beside his Boss, although he had never seen Ziran's wife in person, Fano had already guessed that she was his Wife, as well, judging from Ziran's warm attitude towards the woman, it was unmistakable.

Afra looked at the man in front of her for a moment and turned to look at her husband. He wanted to ask Ziran who the man was, but he couldn't possibly ask at a time like this right? yeah, maybe that guy was one of Ziran's confidants in the office.

"Fano, this is my wife, Afraza Humairah." Ziran introduced Afra to Fano first, "and dear. This is Fano, my secretary."

Oh, secretary. Afra's heart answered.

Right my guess, this woman is the Boss' wife. Proud of Fano in heart when his guess is right, not miss.

"Good morning, Mrs Algaza." Sapa Fano again bowed his head politely.

"Ahaha ..., no need to be so stiff, call Afra alone." It sounds strange when the call is like that.

Fano shook his head quickly in disagreement, "it's very disrespectful Madam. Let me keep calling you that."

Afra's lips were about to reply, but Ziran had already decided first.

"Ekhm .., let Fano call you that, My wife. You just need to relax don't think about it." Ziran said lightly as if it was no problem.

Relax how? That call was too much! Afra wanted to shout at it, but no, it was embarrassing, she just kept it in her heart.

Afra said she did not want to respond, her hands were busy petting the cat in her hands. Now Afra also got elusan from Ziran.

"Is there anything you want to say, Fano?" Ziran's attention turned to his secretary.

Fano immediately realized and focused on his main goal of meeting with his Boss, "Material for today's meeting I have prepared, sir. Right now, everyone's waiting in the meeting room."

Ziran nodded, "I'll escort my wife to the room after that, I'll be there soon."

"Good sir,"

Ziran grabbed his wife's hand and entered her study. Just a step inside, Afra's eyes were dancing around observing every corner of the room, until Ziran stopped in his great chair, Afra finished the show.

Afra sat in Ziran's work chair

"You sit here sweet, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!" Ziran held onto Afra's shoulder and looked at her seriously, "And there's a sleeping room, you're a mess if you're tired, okay?" Ziran pointed at the door in the corner of the room.

"Yes, I know." Afra just nodded her head with a smile. "Your words will begin, be quick, do not be late. Don't worry, I can take care of myself here." Clapping Ziran's right hand on his shoulder.

"My wife's smart, I'm going ya." Ziran poked Afra's forehead before leaving, "Assalamualaikum." Ziran said a greeting before opening the door and actually left.

"Vaalalaikumsalam. Husband's Spirit!"

Ziran laughed at the encouraging words of his wife, ah sweetness, as if Ziran wanted to spend a long time with his wife if it was like this, but he had to pay his parents as a husband, working hard for his household.

"My energy has been filled with full thanks to your encouragement. Thank you, my wife." Blink one eye and wave.

Afra replied to the wave and smiled before the man disappeared behind the door.

"Ziran is warm, considerate and very romantic." Afra was anxious to see Ziran's behavior, until his hand unconsciously squeezed the cat slowly in his lap until the cat's 'meow' screams were heard.

"Push, Push, I'm sorry."

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