
While waiting for her husband to come home, Asna began to busy herself to reduce her nervousness, she cleaned the kitchen and tv room that still had shahia toys scattered.
It felt like she had just met her husband after a long separation, although she did not expect much at least tonight would be the warmest night of the previous nights.
At eight o'clock in the evening, she could hear the sound of her husband's motorbike entering the yard, and she quickly ran to the door, Raka who had just put her motorcycle into the garage next to the house smiled seeing Asna had already welcomed her in front of the door.
"Assynnya!"
"Greetings, mas!"
"I've got the key, you shouldn't have welcomed me like that!"
"No pa pa, I'm happy to do it!"
They enter and Raka locks the door.
It was already night, they were unlikely to leave again and again at such an hour there were rarely any guests coming.
"Mas Raka want to go to the room or Asna make coffee first?"
"Go to the room, it's so sleepy!"
"All right!"
Raka soon passed, but when he arrived at the door he turned his head back, Asna still standing in place.
"Sir, why is it still there?"
"Hhhh this, anu mas! Not pa pa pa!" Asna looks nervous once, she then follows her husband.
Asna immediately went up to the top of the bed, while Raka took off her sarong and coco shirt first to leave her shorts on her knees and also a plain white shirt.
"Have you prayed deck?" Raka turned to his wife who had been sitting on the bed looking everywhere Raka moved.
"It was, from earlier!"
Actually Raka is no less nervous, he deliberately postponed to come up to the top of the bed by doing many things, ranging from washing his face, opening his phone briefly, seeing his agenda for tomorrow.
"Not sleepy?" Asna who was sitting on the bed became confused herself.
"Congratulations, just ya!" Raka immediately put some books into her small bag, then walked over to Asna.
Slowly he moved his body towards his wife,
"Daddy, I'm really your husband, right?" tanyanya slow. He was confused where to start, this is the first time after waking up from a coma they slept alone.
"Yes, Raka hesitated! nih Asna has the proof!" although Raka had seen Asna still wanted to show her husband, a green book that he took from the nightstand drawer beside the bed.
"This is our wedding book!"
"I already know!"
"You still ask me!" the atmosphere of silence was becoming heated because of the unreasonable questions from the husband.
"That's not what I mean!"
"Then what dong?"
"If we're husband and wife, then can I ask for my rights as a husband?"
This time Asna's angry face suddenly disappeared changed with a smile that she deliberately held, her cheeks even hinted red because of her husband's speech.
"Silence, can't you?"
How do I answer, cook answer directly yes, but if not afraid mas Raka changed his mind again....
"Braven?" Raka asked for the third time then Asna nodded her head steadily.
Raka who initially still gave distance to Asna, now her body was shifting little by little until there was no more distance between them.
Raka looked at Asna's red lips, and slowly brought her lips closer together.
Oh God, this feels like the first time, my heart is so hard beating.
The gurgling rain that soaked the courtyard and the cold outside, was very different from the situation inside the room.
A couple who are trying to rearrange a beautiful relationship in the past with warmth.
"Thank you for everything!" Raka left a kiss on the wife's forehead, they only wrapped in one thick blanket, Asna's hand was still reluctant to release a hug in the husband's stomach.
"I want to be like this until tomorrow morning!"
"Sleep, it'll be in the evening prayer time, I wake up!"
"If I miss my evening prayers how are you?"
"Second, lest one pleasure overpower another, God longs for us in the third of our night!"
Asna smiled and re-curled her embrace, her head resting on her husband's chest,
"Yes, ready! I'm tired of having a good night's sleep!"
Raka smiled and again kissed the wife's forehead, he rubbed the top of the wife's head to sleep in his arms.
...****...
The sun shines brightly after a night of rain, the rest of the water overnight will soon evaporate with the bright Sun.
Inside the house, even the woman's smile was no less bright with a freshly rising radiance of the sun,
"Mas, let's have breakfast! The breakfast is ready!"
"Yes, let's go!"
Not long after the man he had just called came out with a parcel,
"That's what mas?"
"Every night we deliberately prepare to bring it to the house of Umi!"
"Why didn't you see last night?"
"Intentionally hiding!"
"That's what mas is!"
The atmosphere is warm again, maybe the brain can forget but the heart never wrongly determines the place to dock.
After breakfast they can't wait to pick up Shahia at Abi's and uminya's house.
"Your God came early in the morning, so afraid that Umi would take Shahia!" umi Nazwa ticked them both.
"Not that Umi, actually Raka deliberately came early in the morning Asna, just want Shahia to go for a walk!"
"Where are you going?"
Asna was no less surprised than Nazwa, because even her husband did not talk about it. He only asked Asna to prepare early in the morning.
"We want to go to Bali Umi, want to eat grandfather and sister all vacation!"
"What a sudden look?"
"Because it was not planned before Umi!"
"Yes, Abi and Umi can only pray!"
"Thank you, Abi!"
Finally after a long time, Raka returned to Bali and accepted the fact that his grandfather had died, he also deliberately invited Asna and Shahia to be introduced as his wife and daughter.
......So-so......
Thank you for following their story, starting from Alex & Aisyah, Leon & Nisa and finally Raka & Asna. Sorry to get here first huh, because they're all happy, so we move on to another story. I'm preparing a new story in addition to the story of Zea and Rangga, but will launch in the next month the story is a little heavy, the story of the household I love the leaked title first yes "It turns out, it turns out, I'm not the only one" It's gonna drain a lot of tears so wait for the story. Do not miss the story of Zea and Rangga while waiting for a new one, more fresh with a new character.