My husband Santri Idaman
Dating

"Oh wow, Bu Yumna's husband is young, huh? Please sit!" bargain with the man without worrying about what just happened.

"Thank you, sir." Yumna takes a seat opposite his client while Abyan is always by his wife's side.

"Oh yeah, since when did you get married?"

"Just yesterday, sir," Yumna replied awkwardly. The discussion of cooperation has not yet begun. They even talked about her and Abyan's marriage.

"New, apparently. Then you also just broke up from your lover is it, Mom?" ask again. Yumna could only give her clumsy smile. Feeling bad about the current conversation.

Abyan's hand was clenched tightly. Teeth chattering. He did not expect it turns out Yumna's relationship with her boyfriend was even known by his client.

That means, Yumna had served with the man before.

Abyan's chest felt so hot to hear it. But with all his might he suppressed his emotions by giving a smile that could extinguish the flames of his anger.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Robert. Can we start a discussion about our cooperation contract?" yumna's suggestion suddenly frowned upon seeing Abyan's expression seem forced.

"Good, Mom. But we should not talk about this in front of others who have nothing to do with our cooperation contract. I don't want what we're discussing to be heard by outsiders and harm my company" Robert said, grinning.

Hearing him Yumna was a little emotional. He does not love Abyan. This does not mean that anyone else can say that to her husband.

"Pa~"

"What you say is true, sir. I don't deserve to be here. I'll just sit there." Abyan got up from his seat. Defeated with the current situation.

Abyan's hand restrained by Yumna. She was afraid that her husband would fall.

But who would have thought if Abyan would come closer and kiss Yumna's forehead in front of the man named Robert. "I'm nothin. I'm around here to always protect you. Don't worry," he whispered making Yumna's face flushed in embarrassment.

Mr. Robert almost laughed when he saw it. But the man just smelled a smile to keep his wife.

"Lucky Bu Yumna got a man who loves you so much" he commented as Abyan had moved on from there.

"Thank you for the flattery, sir. How about we start on the core?"

"alright. Please start, Mom."

**

From afar Abyan could see his wife so seriously when discussing a contract of cooperation with her client.

Abyan breathed a heavy sigh. If only it would not bring harm to his wife's work, then surely the handsome face of the man was exposed to raw bogeman from Abyan.

Ting!

A message went into Abyan's cell phone and dropped the man's gaze from his wife.

Mimimim : Assalamu'alaikum, dear. You're the same Yumna is fine, right? Mimimim is worried about the relationship between the two of you.

Abyan's smile got a message from his mother. He picked up his cell phone and took a picture of his wife at work.

Mimimim's son: Wa'alaikumussalam, Mim. Thank God my relationship with Yumna is fine. Here I am again he discussed cooperation with his client.

Psalm : Thank goodness. You just calm down the honeymoon there. Mimim has asked permission from the ma'had party to give your leave for a week. So have fun there. Don't forget to quickly make Mimim grandson. You know Laila aunty you now there will even be another third grandson of your cousin.

Child Mimim : Thank you very much yes, dear Mimim (emotion kiss). In the Lord, Mim. Please doain yes. Mimimim take it easy, I will try hard, even more than his son Bang Adnan.

Pronounce : Hahaha. Good as well. Mimim waiting for the good news. If only twins could too.

Abyan laughed at such a request from his mother. But in the heart secretly guarantee, and hope the same God may be realized.

After exchanging messages with the woman who had given birth to him, Abyan again sat quietly waiting for his wife until he finally fell asleep because it was too long.

A few moments later, the discussion was over.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. I will first write some of the results of our discussion about the design that you also proposed earlier," said Yumna smiling satisfied because the discussion of step one has ended.

Yumna must admit that Robert does have a lot of experience and ideas about construction design. So it was very easy for Yumna to discuss their cooperation because it was quite connected.

"Together." Robert got up from his seat. Glanced at Abyan who looked soundly on the sofa. "And it looks like we should part ways like this without shaking hands."

Yumna smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, Sir. My husband doesn't seem willing to let his wife come into contact with another man."

"Haha. I salute that young man. He is able to keep what belongs to him" praised Robert sincerely. "Then we meet again tomorrow in a different place. Later my assistant will send you the address."

"Good, Sir. Goodby. And be careful on the road."

Nod Robert's head as it passes away from the place. Yumna heaved a sigh of relief. Her eyes glanced at her husband who was still asleep.

Without waiting for a long time, Yumna tidied up the various documents of her company's cooperation with Robert and put them in a bag.

His pace quickly headed towards Abyan who was still faithfully closing his eyes.

Yumna's hand stretched out to wake the man up. "Abyan, Abyan's awake!" call him right in front of the young man's face.

Unfortunately, Abyan has not woken up. The man was too good in his sleep.

Over and over again Yumna shook Abyan's body until she finally moved.

Yumna. "Nothing" he said after thinking for a moment. "Where are you taking me?" continues asking.

"Dating!" Abyan got up from his seat. Grabbing his wife's empty hand and holding it. "We went back to the room to rest. We will walk on a new night. Yuk! Dzuhur adhan again," he said when he saw the wall clock in the hotel room.

Yumna's face flushed with embarrassment. Her heart thumped as Abyan wanted to ask her out on a date together. He never thought that dating after marriage would be this hot.

"All right." Yumna obediently as her hand was gently pulled by Abyan to follow her.

**

In the evening, according to the promise that was said last afternoon, Abyan took his wife out of the hotel for a date together.

Right now Yumna is like a teenage daughter who is dating and walking with her lover.

Yumna polished her face with a bit of natural makeup and swept her lips using a liptint.

"Don't wear perfume that stings his scent" Abyan recalled his wife as he helped improve her appearance.

"Why?"

"For the Prophet said, 'A woman who wears a fragrance goes through a group of men so that they may smell the fragrance she wears, she is a prostitute.'"

"Astagfirefull!" yumna's cry was jolted in shock.

"Wear one that can only be smelled by me or you alone."

"Ehm. Don't mending all of you. I don't have that kind of fragrance."

"Yes, that's better." Abyan smiled with satisfaction. Walked to his wife. "But later after the date, wear a lot of perfume, huh? Let me kiss her."

Hearing him Yumna gave a tickle but did not reply to her husband's words.

After they finished preparing, the two left the hotel in a car that Abyan had rented before.

"Please enter my Queen" Abyan said as he opened the car door. Makes Yumna blush in shame.

"Thank you." The sweet lady sat gracefully beside the wheel. "When did you book the car?" tanyanya after Abyan came in.

"So late afternoon when you were sleeping."

'By my husband too!' inner Yumna smiled to herself.

"Are you ready for a date?" asked Abyan in her cool-ass style.

"Yes." Yeah." The short answer Yumna gave did not in the least dissipate Abyan's spirit to take his wife out on a date.

Not waiting for long, the two had arrived in front of a restaurant that was quite crowded by visitors.

With a quick movement, Abyan got out first and opened the car door for his wife.

"Welcome to the star restaurant in the sky, my Queen."

Yumna laughed at Abyan's words and attitude. The young man was already like a servant to the Royal Queen.

Yumna's hand was tightly grasped by Abyan upon entering the restaurant.

The teenager who had just grown up allowed Yumna to sit in the place she had booked before.

"It seems you have prepared everything" Yumna commented, looking around. With food neatly arranged on the table.

"Special for you. It's just a little thing I do for the woman I love. If you're ready to live with me forever. So in the Lord you will have many more unexpected surprises than this" Abyan replied confidently.

"Thus ... Will you step together to sail the household ark with me?" he continued to make Yumna's heart beat faster.

"You don't love me, Yumna!"

In the midst of being with Abyan. Out of nowhere, the words of Jonah the former ring out in the ear and spin like a broken cassette in Yumna's memory.

Seeing the strange gnaw that his wife showed, Abyan's fingers stretched out and trapped into the finger segments belonging to Yumna.

Yumna looked up at Abyan. His eyes were filled with regret. "Sorry, Abyan. I still can't give you an answer to your call. Because honestly, my heart still can't forget that guy."

With a heartfelt yet poignant smile that was visible from the look in his eyes, Abyan said, "It's okay. At least you want to be honest with me about your heart, Na," he added, trying to calm down. Pulling his hand back to its original position.

"Are you angry?" yumna asked was not good.

"Little bit. And it looks like my anger will increase if we haven't finished this meal."

In such conditions, Abyan could still pull out a guyonan to comfort himself.

'Oh God, why did you give me such a man? Though I have been violating your orders all along by establishing an illegitimate and official relationship with a man. Even I loved her, until I subconsciously set aside my husband's rights." Yumna spoke inwardly with a turbulent mind.

He felt he had made a terrible mistake by neglecting his duties as a wife.

But obligation is still an obligation. It has nothing to do with feeling. After all, his feelings for Jonah could disappear at any time as time went on.

Right yeah. Not always, the feeling of love will be so passionate and last forever. There must be a time when that love will run out. Especially for him who is just the past.