My husband is my teacher
Village Page 3

The sky is dark.

Latika and Afriadi visited Bik Ipah's house not far from his home. There they were both greeted, even next door neighbors on going to Bik Ipah's house to see Latika and Afriadi.

"It's your silence" praised one of Bik Ipah's neighbors.

"Well, fortunately Afriadi got a wife like you," continued the others.

"Lawa pulak tu," continued the others with Malay.

Latika simply smiled back at their praise.

Very long they talk about the first people who married young to be carried away by supernatural problems. What does this have to do try? From the matter of marriage run to the occult. Yes, if you have told stories like to float everywhere.

Latika's hair stands up when she hears a horror story from a neighbor. His fear was carried away to the house, when he just went home he hugged Afriadi's arm tightly without fear.

After praying Isya' they watch TV together, at home only the two of the house managers are home. Latika is still tacky with Afriadi, which is taped more like.

When I am so excited to watch TV.

Dup...

Suddenly the lights off.

"YAHOO!" Latika screamed in fear, getting tighter hugging the arm of Afriadi, who was cuddled chuckling at the light of the flashlight.

"Yeah, get a candle." Afriadi stood up to take his timid wife. Latika.

After searching all the cabinets and drawers in the house, they found a candle that had been placed. They brought some candles and matches to the room.

Latika sat on the bed watching her husband light a candle putting it in the right place. Latika was fascinated with the face of Afriadi who was exposed to candlelight.

In the room with a candlelight. What a romantic atmosphere.

Latika's heart pounded as Afriadi climbed into the bed.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" tanya Afriadi made Latika wrong, she thought Afriadi asked for rations.

"W-what?" tanya Latika stutters.

Afriadi's eyebrows shot up, his smile tilted, "Wait for what else. Watch the candles, we'll take a dip." Afriadi.

"Csss.. What is this brother." Latika pinches Afriadi's arm.

"Haihihah... Come on, sleep again. There's a lot of activity tomorrow." Afriadi threw herself down, Latika pulled the blanket down beside Afriadi.

"Why did the Deck from earlier stick up? Scared huh?" Latika replied Afriadi hugged her, "No need to fear you're here."

"Sleep, don't forget to read the do'a."

Slowly Afriadi rubbed the head of Latika who was not wrapped in a hijab.

Feeling comfortable with Afriadi's caress, Latika slowly anchored to the dream country.

***

Tomorrow Latika and Afriadi go to the wedding. They were both clearly invited, after all the landlords were Afriadi workers.

Lucky for Latika to get an invitation, she could see the silat action of the representatives of the two brides. The important thing is to get free food a lot more are the kinds of dishes served.

Not to forget Afriadi and Latika contributed songs to the bride, due to requests from landowners.

What else they brought was titled

'Good Wail'

Ahem... Ahem... They received a lot of praise and applause from the invited guests.

***

Ccr... Ccr...

Latika takes pictures with the camera, takes pictures of the rice fields.

On a whim she took her husband who was talking to Bik Ipah's husband.

After taking the picture, Sari led Latika to know rice, he was invited to go around the rice fields to see the farmers working. While walking Sari explained.

Dree... Dree...

Quickly Sari pulled out her phone, see who called.

Sari petrified see the name of the incoming contact.

Latika saw him astonished, curious call not received sari, finally she acted to receive the call.

Sari looked at Latika in shock.

"There's a call from Samsul why hasn't it been picked up? Mana knew it was important," said Latika passed away without any guilt in her.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Sari opened the conversation.

"Wa-wa'alaikums." Samsul stuttered.

"What's wrong?"

"A-anu, where's the g-sugar?" Samsul asked back.

"Sugar?" Sari was confused notya sugar placed in an ordinary place, "It's not, in an ordinary place."

"Hehehe... Yes, I saw it."

Actually sugar was already beside Samsul from earlier, he just reasoned to be able to hear Sari's voice. From last night he wanted to call Sari, just that he was embarrassed to call.

"Well, that's it."

Samsul wanted to hang up the phone suddenly Sari stopped him, "Wait for Samsul mas. A.. Take good care there, if you feel lonely or there is a problem do not hesitate to call."

No response from Samsul.

How Samsul was willing to answer, his mouth was silenced with a perfectly reddened face.

"Mas Samsul?"

"Assalamualaik."

Tut's...

Samsul disconnects the call.

"Wa'alaikumssalam," replied Sari uninspired. He was confused why Samsul quickly ended the call.

Samsul sat on the floor, breathing and calming his heart, his mind muttered, "Gusti, this heart always beats fast every time he hears his voice, if this continues I can die. But this heart wants it."

Today Afriadi was busy seeing the development of his plantation. Latika accompanied by Sari to see the culture in this village, he had to dance with the children who were dancing again.

Tomorrow.

"Where are we going to bang?" tanya Latika, follow in Afriadi's footsteps from behind.

"It is, follow the aje." Afriadi pulled Latika's hand in her hand, "Cautiously stepping, slippery."

Latika followed Afriadi's words, she stepped carefully through the path in the forest.

Shortly journey.

They arrived at their destination.

"Wow, subhanallah." Latika's mouth gaped wide, praising God for her creation, "The waterfall."

Afriadi dropped the bag, undressed it and...

Byur...

Plunge into the water.

Afriadi was playing in the water, while Latika was sitting on a rock while her feet were playing in the water.

Afriadi jahil creates water to Latika.

Not to be outdone Latika created water on him. Symbolic action calls out inevitably again.

Wet also finally Latika, was avoiding not to get wet.

Once satisfied playing around the waterfall they had lunch. Eating out in the open is delicious.

After noon they returned to the village.