Mr Love Love
Baikan (Sabina vs Morgiana)

"Honey, are you asleep?" I asked as I gently stroked the top of Sabina's head.

Tonight I felt an incredible calm, a calmness that I had never felt before. May the peace of tonight always include my life and that of my beautiful wife Sabina Wijaya.

"No. I'm not sleepy." Reply Sabina while sighing harshly.

From his rough breathing I can conclude that his heart is not okay. I could feel the deep sadness of every letter he had strung into words. I don't know what made his heart feel that much grief. Am I not so stupid? Yes I was so stupid, I saw Sabina smiling but I didn't realize that her heart was hiding a wound.

"Is there a problem? Tell me?"

I asked in a soft tone of voice, I can only hope that Sabina is open and does not hesitate to reveal what she thinks.

"Hm! The trouble? There's trouble!" Said Sabina without taking her eyes off my shady netra.

"What problems? Are you hurt?" I got up and sat down to Sabina. Her beautiful face now showed deep sadness.

"Mas Araf remember I entered your office this afternoon with my cousin?"

"Yes. I recall. What's wrong with her?

"Actually..."

"Wait a minute. Did you guys fight?" My words interrupted Sabina's words. Sabina who heard my question immediately got up and sat down while ducking.

"Yes, we had a fight. I talked to him and he was so mad at me."

"You have only met after so many years, what is the problem that makes you quarrel and not talk to each other? Is he really that bad? I'm sure my Honey won't start a fight, am I right?"

Again I could only hear Sabina's rough breathing. Am I guilty of asking her? Now I regret my stupid actions. Don't let Sabina act cold to me.

"I'm mad at him. I'm upset with him too. He asked me to help him find his ex-girlfriend. Where should I look for him?

A sumbawa? Lombok's? Bali's? Surabaya's? Bekasi's? Bandung's? A lame? Or Sulawesi? I can't even name all the regions in Indonesia and then how can I help her find a stranger that I've never even seen her nostrils." Sabina said at length, I could see the aura of annoyance from the look on her face.

I just wanted to calm Sabina's heart and mind, there was nothing I could do but pull her back into my arms.

"Today the strange girl was even willing to get off the taxi and walk under the torrent of rain. He said he saw the man and tried to chase him. If Aunt Begum knew of her daughter's behavior, she'd be furious."

"What are you gonna do now? I'm sure your cousin won't stay silent, he'll tell Mama-in-law."

"He wouldn't dare to do that. If you know the purpose of coming to Indonesia just to find a man, without thinking long Mama will definitely send him back to Canada."

"Well, I'll think!" Reply Sabina slowly. This time he lay down again, and stuck his head with a small pillow.

Pukk! Pukk!

Sabina patted the bed on her left side, gesturing for me to lie down next to her as well.

"So Mama called, she said she was going to have a welcome party for Morgiana. The girl had been in our house for a week, because of the busyness of welcoming her Baby brother Fatimah and brother Alan we so forget it.

Is Araf busy tomorrow? If not, can we go to Mama's house tomorrow after me from college? I have to help him get everything he needs. Even though I was upset with Morgiana, I could at least do this in her honor. He'll stay here for a few days."

"I'll drive you, sorry I can't keep you company. Tomorrow there is an important meeting with the senior doctor. If I don't come, it'll be bad for our hospital survival. The hospital was founded by Mama and Papa with great dedication. Even if I'm still mad at Papa, I won't neglect the duty I've been entrusted with." I said as I stared at the shady Netra Sabina, we stared at each other. Sometimes I even kiss the back of Sabina's hand full of love.

How wonderful this relationship is, every joke and touch is worth worshiping. The relationship that was originally illegal turned into halal after we were tied with a strong bond, a bond that is called as a husband and wife. We are lawful by Allah's permission, and I have every right to do anything to my adorable beautiful wife Sabina Wijaya, as a normal man living in one room I want touch beyond mere hand-holding, I cannot control my lust.

Slowly I got closer to Sabina, cupped her pretty face with my fingers and grabbed her soft cotton lips. Kissing her slowly but passionately, there was no resistance from Sabina because she knew a wife had to serve her husband. My hand started to move towards the button.

Glekkk!

I immediately swallowed the salipa knowing Sabina was holding my hand to do nothing further. Am I disappointed? The answer is of course. Because every married couple would want to spend a beautiful night with their halal partner.

"I will not prevent Mas Araf from doing so, because this is your right. But now I can't because I'm coming by the moon." Sabina said with a small smile.

"Astagfirullah azim thing!" I said spontaneously while looking at Sabina's smiling face. I again landed a brief kiss on her soft lips then stuck my forehead on her smooth forehead.

"I didn't know that! Thanks for reminding me!" Saying again, I hugged Sabina again and drowned her head in the chest of my square. We were both silent, dissolved in our feelings.

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"Are you still mad at me? Sorry!" Morgiana sat down in front of me and grabbed her ears. I know he's pretending.

Did I just let him? Unfortunately I'm not that cruel. He's my cousin and he deserves my apology. I smiled faintly as I lowered Morgiana's hands from her ears.

"Yes, I forgive you. I also apologize for speaking rudely. You can call this number, he can help you easily. I got this business card from my husband." I said while looking at Morgiana's happy face.

Should I pray for her to meet her ex-boyfriend? I don't know, I didn't know that myself. My conscience says all this is wrong. I still hope everything is okay though.

Sabina, your cousin is out of his mind. Don't let his insanity infect you. My babble inwardly as I went out from Morgiana's front and walked over to Mama who was currently giving instructions to the person she assigned to arrange our home decor.

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