My husband Santri Idaman
Small Quarrel

The atmosphere of the car when returning home is not the same when the time went earlier. It looks more bleak than ever. Moreover, Abyan did not say a word. Like being busy with himself. This made Yumna's heart increasingly filled with guilt.

"Abyan!" call Yumna can not stand the silence that occurred.

"Hem?" Abyan replied with a murmur. A small glance towards Yumna but not long after looking straight ahead.

"Are you angry with me?"

In a few seconds no answer came out of Abyan's mouth. The young man fell silent without a sound and only a sigh could be heard.

"I'm sorry if it made you angry" Yumna regretted. "I don't mean to hurt you" he continued staring fixedly at Abyan who now turned his head for a while and then looked straight back.

In his heart Abyan laughed at Yumna's regretful expression because of her. The mature woman looks cute and adorable at this moment.

Unfortunately, all that was seen in Yumna's eyes was the man's sour expression. It made his heart feel even more unwell.

"Aby"

"We talked at the hotel. It's street. I don't like it when I talk about something there's going to be a red light" Abyan said, staring straight at the street.

Haaa ....

Yumna took a long breath. While Abyan continued to drive his vehicle slowly. The young man had deliberately slowed down the speed of their vehicle to the hotel. Unknowingly Yumna finally fell asleep.

At such a time, Abyan laughed out loud without a sound. Feeling happy because he had punished his wife who despite being older than him but acted like a child.

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Arriving in front of the hotel, Abyan handed the car keys back to the owner himself. While he held Yumna to go inside without wanting to wake the sleeping woman.

In the middle of the road, Yumna awoke from her sleep. He was quite surprised because he was now in Abyan's arms.

Unknowingly Yumna gave a smile. Her husband was so burly as he carried her like a sleeping princess. He could not even prevent his feelings, his hands tightly wrapped around Abyan's neck.

'It's waking up.' Abyan spoke to himself in his heart. Laughing but not showing any expression.

Cklek~

With great difficulty Abyan opened the door of the hotel room with Yumna in her cradle.

Abyan stepped lightly towards the bed and lowered his wife carefully also slowly on it. Opening the veil of the woman so as not to rage. While he himself passed into the bathroom after a while staring intensely at the face of his wife who was pretending to sleep.

A while later, Abyan came out after cleansing his body. And it turned out, Yumna was sitting waiting for him on the bed.

"You haven't slept?" abyan asked with a cold expression. It caused pain and discomfort in Yumna's heart which usually saw the man's cheerfulness.

"Are you angry?"

"What?" Abyan asked back. His feet stepped towards the suitcase to change clothes.

And crazy, the man changed clothes in the room without shame. Yumna did not dare to rebuke him because she was sure that Abyan was angry with her at this time.

"About me being honest about my feelings. Are you angry about it?"

Abyan has not yet given an answer. But instead opened the pants that only the underwear left. Yumna screeched restrained in shock. Wanted to comment but was afraid that Abyan would get even more angry.

Yumna was confused by what happened to her. In fact, before this he did not mind if the young man was angry though. But for some reason, this time he felt a little scared.

"I'm not angry because of your honesty" Abyan replied briefly, densely and clearly.

"Oh yeah? But why do I see you're angry at me right now?"

Abyan turned around and now walked towards the bed after changing clothes perfectly. Yumna was a little worried about what Abyan would do to her.

Abyan's face and body now jutted towards Yumna. Staring intensely at the mature woman who looked a little frightened. "Shouldn't I be angry when my own wife claims to still love her ex? If I'm not angry or jealous. It's the same as me as a dayyuts man" he said without turning his eyes away. Even swallowing saliva when accidentally his tail glanced towards the top of his wife who was accidentally pulled down.

Abyan's approaching body made Yumna even more worried. Even unconsciously if his hand had been on Abyan's chest.

"But I just want to be honest, Abyan. Isn't honesty better than hiding everything and it'll hurt both of us later?" reply Yumna tried to stay calm.

"alright. If so ...." Abyan paused his speech with the body getting closer making Yumna more afraid. His hand was stretched out to the side to pull the pillow. "There's no need to talk about anything anymore, right? If you still love her, please go with her!" he was upset and managed to take what he had achieved since then and move to the sofa.

Yumna's heart was pounding. His breath was hunting and his eyes were red. While Abyan had gone up and lay down on the sofa turned his back to Yumna.

"So you want to give up that easily? Heh! He said he would wait. The evidence does not exist. I'm not wrong if you're still unstable!" yumna grumbled a little emotion. While his eyes began to glaze over.

How could Abyan be that easy to turn away. Just yesterday and today he said he would wait for him. But now? The young man would just let him go.

Abyan gasped in shock at Yumna's words. He was just acting and pretending to be angry. But now, he even felt sorry when he heard the sound of his wife's prank.

"All men are the same. Neither you nor him makes any difference. I thought you'd be different from other men. If you knew it would be like this from the beginning. I will not accept you and any man" Yumna said in her talk.

Not waiting for long, Abyan got up from the sofa and walked quickly to the bed. Then without warning pulled Yumna in his arms.

"Sorry ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to say that."

The tighter Abyan hugged and tried to calm Yumna by patting her back as well as her head. The woman grew so much crying.

"Cup cup cup." Abyan calmed Yumna down like a parent persuading her child.

It's totally reverse actually.

Long enough Yumna cried in her husband's arms. Once satisfied, he was ashamed of himself. It was clear that his face was blushing and did not dare to look directly at Abyan.

'God, why am I crying so vaguely? It's a shame," Yumna's inner grimaced. Abyan did not escape from staring at his wife.

"You better take a shower. After that we sleep," said Abyan softly. Slowly rubbing Yumna's head.

"Eh." Yumna retaliated with just a mutter. He was too embarrassed at the moment by the circumstances that had just happened.

Half an hour later, Yumna had just finished her bath. He realized that he was not bringing clothes inside with him.

"Oh, how is it? I could forget that!" the great-grandson of Yumna pacing behind the door that was still faithfully closed had even been deliberately locked.

Abyan who was outside smiled meaningfully. He glanced at his wife's suitcase and bathroom in turn.

Then he got out of bed and stepped into his wife's suitcase. Abyan opened the storage of Yumna's clothes slowly and took some strands in it with his wife's towel.

"Wow! He was wearing a lacy one as it turned out," he said, chuckling. Then walk closer to the bathroom. And knock on the door.

Tok tok!

"Yumna! You okay inside? Why did it take so long?" abyan asked with a slightly raised voice while he himself held back a laugh.

"Ah uhm uhm ... That's ...." Yumna suddenly stuttered and confused what to say.

It's really very embarrassing.

"Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you having trouble opening a bra?"

Astagfirullah ...

Repeatedly Yumna spoke istigfar in the heart. Her husband was really perverted as it turned out.

"Abyan, can you not speak vulgarly like that?"

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed to know!" lamented annoyance.

"Shame to be ashamed? We are lawful husband and wife in the eyes of religion and law. Aren't we?"

"Yes." Yeah." Yumna answered briefly. He's starting to shiver now.

"So, what should I help you with?"

"To-please bring me my clothes," said Yumna sounding soft. Makes Abyan who was outside the door worried.

"Na, you're nothing, right?"

"Next .. pa .. pa."

Bruck!!

"Yummah!! Why you?!" abyan shouted worriedly from outside. He tried to open the door but unfortunately it was locked from the inside.

Abyan ran quickly to find a spare key. And luckily he found it in one of the nightstand drawers.

Cklek~

"Yumna!" Abyan took a quick step and hugged Yumna's body which was still wearing wet clothes. His wife must have been shivering from the cold.

Without saying much, Abyan opened his wife's clothes so that there was not a thread left, then put a towel on her.

Over and over again Abyan swallowed the saliva looking at his wife's body. But as hard as he could, he held it because of the condition of Yumna.

"Prophe Byan, be patient. Hold."

Abyan lifted Yumna's body covered in a towel and led her to the bed. Help his wife wear full clothes. Then contact the hotel to ask about the doctor.

Not long after, the doctor came and checked on Yumna.

"How is my wife a doctor? Is she okay? She was in the bathroom wearing wet clothes. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Alhamdulillah is not too worried. But presumably temporarily, your wife has hypothermia. After this I will give you a recipe for what you have to give and do."

"Will it be okay, doctor?"

"God's Inshaa, take it easy."

"Thank you, Doctor."

After doing his job well, the doctor also said goodbye. Abyan walked over to his wife and got into the bed. Open the blanket and get inside.

Abyan hugged Yumna so tightly. Give warmth to the woman.

"Abyan ..." lirih Yumna awoke from her stupor.

"Na, are you okay?" abyan asked with a worried look.

Yumna glanced at herself and the clothes she was wearing at the moment.

"This ...?" ask her with a clenched voice.

"I'm the one changing. You take it easy, "Abyan replied innocently and without sin.

While Yumna was ashamed to be half dead. How could he have to be so calm while Abyan had seen an entire inch of his body?

"You really are the one changing? Everything?"

"Yes. Everything was. Underwear too."

"Akhh!! Perverted abyan!!" yumna yelled, though still weak, but could not block the shame that had reached the crown. The woman turned around and turned her back to Abyan who was instead laughing in satisfaction.

"Haha. It's nothin. It's halal" he said and switched to hugging Yumna from behind.