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pocket money from husband

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I looked from the window of Rama's room that went out of the house to the mosque, a smile curled on my lips.

" daddy.." I laughed as I shook my head, I began to pull out the contents of my suitcase to put it in the closet according to the noble order of the husband ....

the brown closet I opened, not playing the contents are very neat, is this all that cleans up the ambu or Rama himself ??? even if it is ambiguous, but it seems like Rama was so too, it is seen from the state of his room and the folds of clothes that are still neat are not interested in pulling out, but it seems like Rama was so, usually if men how to take clothes that arbitrary make other clothes scattered indistinctly.but this looks very neat, room with shades of white, black, and ash like a newspaper ,the soul of Rama's architecture is already clearly visible from his room there are only a few patches on the wall that was only limited to the word pearl berfigura

" if there's someone who makes you feel like you can get closer to heaven, fight..."

and the rest is Asmaul Husna, there are no pictures pictured there, I sit on the edge of the bed watching every inch of my new room ,toilet inside , I walk to the toilet clean, I walk to the toilet,neat and fragrant ...

immediately I put my clothes into the closet that space Rama deliberately empty for my clothes place , drowsiness attacked ,I dropped my body on Rama's bed inhaling the scent of Rama clinging to the blanket and his pillow alone gave me a sense of comfort and safety to send me into the gates of the subconscious.

ceklek...

Rama went into the room whispering

" assalamualaikum.." he draped his skullcap, smiling at the figure that was always the place to go back to sleep with his calm face ,before going to bed Rama prepares for the task he will take tomorrow to the campus at his study table, then follows me to the bed, he crings into the same blanket as me hugging possessive, he said, his movements disturbed me a little plus his embrace that made me unable to move.

" Rama.." my voice greeted him, I wanted to turn around but my eyes were too sleepy to force me to stay in my position.So

" sorry.wake up.." he said.

" what time is it ???what time are you home??"

" hours of skin lacking feathers." kekehnya "i came from the Dutch colonial era.." again he chuckled.

if I'm helpless, I push you downstairs....

" you sleep again..I just want to join the bobo while curling you... here is cold ..so it takes someone to hug. "obviously, I just nod my bo*do period....

" good night honey." he whispered and kissed me on the cheek...

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" Ram...what do you want to wear to college ???" ask me from behind the bathroom

" wear your clothes, Ra..."

" i mean what's his shirt ??a t-shirt??a shirt??plus a jacket ??what color ??" my details

" what's important isn't your shirt." then he came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

here's my daily vitamin, married to make me have extra energy in the morning, my eyes are not hypocritical to enjoy this scene with the water grains that are still attached to the skin Rama let out the smell of soap ,and all of this is completely mine...

hadeuhhhh so want to lean neng ,a....

" whatever you're ready for I wear." she replied pinching my cheek.

I took out a plain black t-shirt and a black-and-white chequered shirt, while Rama put on his clothes, I preached in front of the mirror, left the last touch of liptin...

" Ra.can't you don't have to be that pretty to campus ..." I looked back and raised my eyebrows next to ,then switch to look at my usual appearance just a white dress under the knee and a mint-colored levis jacket..

" if you are beautiful like this, for a long time I will tell you to go to campus without taking a shower." he replied.

" ih...do not ngaco..your brain in the morning has been filled with the same virus.the temperature is actually not ??" I immediately tidied Rama's hair as usual Rama tidied it using his finger with a touch of finishing earring patch on the left..

" Ra...kid money want me to transfer or want monthly cash or what ??" her question was serious, I was stunned for a moment

I forget now it is no longer the papah transfer that fills my wallet but from Rama ..

" it's up to you, I accept that Ram is important there is pocket money.." answered I don't want to worry about the problem.

he immediately picked up his phone and sent via m-banking

" i have sent.later if you want to snack just swipe.sorry yes if for now I can not love you decent pocket money or below the standard papah ....because I still have to share the same tuition of our college in the future insyaallah later if there is sustenance I added, smart you just manage money "clearly look a little guilty

" hey.." I grabbed Rama's hand "whatever I appreciate.that's my husband's own.I'm proud." I replied.

Rama looked at me deeply until I frowned" ko every day you made me more clamps anyway, Ra..."

" don't worry about the morning 'later I'll be full as much as you.." kite

rama and I went down, and his hands did not hold my hand

" new hostess, from the room only have to join hands, rich to cross." Nia's circus.

" jomblo is forbidden sirik ...!!!" answer Rama

it has become my custom to serve Rama in everything including the dining table

" dihhh, teh.udah sii aja aja aja take her own food spoiled really.." back Nia criticize aa this one..

" Nia. barin oruh emang it is the duty of the wife to layanin the husband.." debunk the ambigu, who passed by.

" loh ..ambu did not eat ??" much

" ambu already neng." replied Ambu memdayu with a smile

" guh tuh eat with abah last 4 o'clock, nemenin Abah before leaving for the market." explained Rama.

it was recorded !!! a good wife is one who accompanies her husband to a meal...

" ihhh every day spoiled abah, now aa.." said Nia twisting lazy eyeball.

Nia is ogah ogahan "ihhh najis.ga wants.."

" hayoo do not do that ..teh Nara also used to be the same aa ,ga likes..hate ,ehhh now still hate too, bener in love.." kekeh Rama.

I just rotated my eyeballs while shaking my head

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Rama stopped his motorcycle at an ATM

" want to be taken first not to make a snack ??" rama asked, I nodded" yes."

soon I go in and then squeeze the nominal that I'm going to take out a few pieces of blue shards

I smiled and walked out of the ATM

" durable ...awet.." he said while restoring his hair and wearing a helmet again.

" suttt....!!!" I inhaled the money

" what's that???" his forehead shriveled a few folds

" the smell of the husband's money." chuckled, Rama laughed crisply

" how does it smell ??"

" the smell of printing.." I replied of origin.

" do you know what ???though it has long been printed with the same wedding invitation card."

" Thank God, blessings are always my husband..."

" aamiin.." she replied "yu.later "take her.

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Rama took off his helmet" Where are you going ??" much

" want to come with you to class." he answered, pulling my hand.

I thought why don't you guys nemenin me until college disbanded , start again deh possessive her out ...!

instead of having to argue the end of which I will be lectured about the sin of sin debating the husband better I am.

all the way instead of Rama who is jealous, but even I feel uncomfortable, just look at the eyes of my campus sorority who thirst for cool and handsome men... Airin alone who was already in the classroom tumben tumbenan out to welcome me

" hay, Ra...."

" hay Rama...."

I grimaced a little at Airin's ridiculous behavior

" assalamualaik... Airin yes.titip Nara yes.jagain afraid he is naughty ..kalo lyric lyrics men reportin aja.." said Rama.

Airin nodded.but the look in his eyes was blown away.

" i say yes assalamualaikum...." Rama ruffled my hair

" yes the heart of wa'alaikumsalam." I kissed the back of Rama's hand.

rama went quite far

" ahhhh so sweettt.cakep really crazy, loe cool man.." said Airin did not know shame.

" husss the old man's man." I rubbed the face of Airin's mupeng.

" Ra... Rama has a twin ??recognize dong.." he hugged my arm towards the chair

" no.. just look outside aja also many times..not loe nge fans same ka Miftah ya ??"

" yes he did but he wanted a rich Rama.ya Allah sisain me a rich one Rama" Airin put his hands up, I laughed at the behavior of silly, another absurd creature I know.

tap.tap...

the sound of shoes approaching

" Narasheila.called ka Miftah to the senate..."

" huh ???me ???" show me glancing at each other with Airin

why else would a hypothermia guy call me, want to jump in the gel again ?? still curious about my same debate ???though I have tried to invite my heart to make peace with everyone because Rama considers it like his own kaka

" what the hell is Ra ???you're making a mistake with him ???"

" auu.engga deh kaya" said I.

" heart, Ra....why do I want to be afraid that you need an army...??"

" emang loe dares to be the senate leader ??" much

" i do not know I'm behind loe bantin callin ka Akhsan aja." he said.

I rotated my eyeballs "well, I'm in the senate first..."

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