Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 34. Husband Material

#Gea

"I'll never know that you love me if I don't do this, Dek" said Mas Ozan, who kept me down.

Mas Ozan and I are now on the side of the road on a bench located there, treating the injured hand of Mas Ozan.

Gibran himself chose to wait in the car, waiting for Mama and Papa's business to be finished.

"Mas, I shouldn't have done this," I answered clearing the wound. "Not Mas, there's the village chief's business today?"

"Don't think about it, Deck."

"I mean, I didn't completely delete Mas Ozan's report, I'm sorry, Mas Ozan can still be the Village Chief again?"

"What Mas wants now, is not a position, but you and Gibran, if Mas has to lose his position because he chose a wife, Mas willingly Dek."

"Mas, you shouldn't be doing this" I replied which made Mas Ozan smile softly.

"Mas, will do it anyway because one of the seventeen ways the Prophet glorified his wife is understanding" Mas Ozan rubbed my head softly. "One day the Prophet was traveling to preach until his home was late at night. Because he did not want to disturb Aisha (Wife of the Prophet) who was asleep, he also sleeps at the door using his turban as a pillow for him and a thin cloth as the base that becomes the manifestation that the virtue of glorifying the wife is important."

"Then?" ask again.

"When Aisha opened the door in the morning she was shocked and asked why the Prophet did not knock on the door and woke her up, the Prophet said, I came home late at night. Worried about disturbing your sleep, I couldn't bear to knock on the door. That's why I sleep at the door."

I was stunned, Mas Ozan is the definition of the real material hubband in this world, I looked down embarrassed because I should be grateful to have Mas Ozan all this time.

Gea Baper! Just another MELEYOT! Ayok is still not depressed.

"So Mas Ozan, would you like to be the Messenger of Allah?" ask me after I finished bandaging Mas Ozan's hand.

"Mas isn't a good guy on deck, you know, Mas's a jerk, but Mas's always trying to be a good husband to you."

I fell silent again, Adem yah, gor again deh condition of my heart now no longer because how try not because, my husband dreams gini.

"Sorry Gea, Mas, Gea had held a grudge against Mas Ozan."

Mas Ozan smiled kindly, he pulled my shoulder so that it made my head lean on his shoulder, how romantic this scene is.

"It's natural anyway, what Mas did was fatal, after this, we meet your parents and explain everything" replied Mas Ozan gentle.

"If Abah is angry, how do you keep beating Mas?"

"Just accept it" Mas Ozan replied to me. "Because I believe the deck, your parents are respected people, Mas is indeed guilty but Mas will not give up apologizing from them."

"Hm."

"You know what, Deck?"

I'm not focused on Mas Ozan now, I'm busy resting my head on his shoulder, why it feels so comfortable.

"Every woman has ideals such as Aisha and Khadijah, treated with distinction by the Prophet, and therefore will strive to be a good husband for you."

"Why, then?" I asked Mas Ozan.

Ozan shuffled my head slowly, giving me warmth there that made me pause for a moment.

"For the love of Mas is greater to Allah, and when Allah guides Mas to love you, you are the chosen one of the soul mate whom God has shown to Mas," mas Ozan replied with a soft voice.

"Till Jannah?" I looked at Mas Ozan's face.

"True, I will ask God to meet you twice, once in the world and once again in heaven."

BAPER! WOI BAPER! MY HUSBAND IS PRESSING THE STORY! I'M MELTING BUND.

"If people say, Love is the indeterminate Lauhul Mahfudz and death is the rival, but even so, true love does not end with death. If Allah wills, that love will continue to heaven."

I'll faint again! Husband Sholeh gini limited edition, O Allah.

"Don't hesitate well Dek, same Mas, Mas promise will keep you as promised Mas, because a good man will not play with love, because he knows the word love demands responsibility."

Our chat was very sweet before it had to stop because it had entered the Friday prayer time, Mas Ozan said to the mosque near there, while I waited in the car.

Before Mas Ozan left, he took the time to kiss his forehead and whisper. "One of the seventeen other ways the Messenger glorifies his wife is, by kissing her forehead, love you, Dek."

Mas Ozan passed away on his bike, while I! Not because it's not because.

WHAT AM I BAPER FOR! STOP OUT! FIRST OF ALL LET'S LICK THE SPIT YOURSELF, I'm still standing next to the car door before Mas Ozan smiles and passes towards the mosque.

Okay I fainted.

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