My Lovely President From The Mars
BLESS MY MOVE, BANG...

The god rose from his position and stepped towards the bathroom leaving Zahra without saying another word after that, was this the first time he felt irritated? But to whom should he vent it? God turns on the shower to water his body, especially the head affected by the effects of annoyance, jealousy, disappointment. Naturally, he was just a selfish man who wanted to have his wife completely.

Who put co vid in this country? Does the god samperin need to keep him battered until he is battered?!

"Abang," Zahra was now behind the bathroom door, leaning her head. This is how angry a god is. That soft voice instantly broke the God-prompous soul, making it rumble on the bathroom floor.

Zahra waited for his decision, he played both of his fingernails clean without a touch of nail art or hena while still standing there, only sounding gurgling water from inside there, what is God doing?

"Since the beginning you realize the same feeling I am, you already know the risks.I am a health worker, I am not like other women who can catapult you anywhere, anywhere at any time, you will have my duakan number even though it does not mean that you are not important, you are very important to me Sadewa, since Ijab kabul said you are my priest, whatever you want it is the path I will take..." Zahra seemed to be talking to the door at the moment, but she knew that God was hearing it at the moment.

"But there comes a time when you have to sincerely step me to serve.." his tone is getting weaker. Zahra was weighing the risk if he was exposed, is the life of the stakes, not only his life but the lives of people around. If his two brothers fight against an enemy that is seen in plain sight the other thing with Zahra, against a small organism that cannot even be seen with the eyes of a jank swallow. Not with grenades, not with gunfire.

The shower sounds off there, making Zahra stare straight at the bathroom door, hoping God will answer her, even if it's just a thump, yes or no.

"Restui my step bang.." great-grandson Zahra heavily said.

The god closed his eyes while wiping the water droplets on his skin with a towel. Repeatedly ringing on Zahra's phone rang making Zahra unsettled, but he just glanced at her without daring to pick up the call or just grab it.

The god who is still silent there passes his breath tired, patient and sincere is indeed difficult.

He steadied his heart, letting his soul mate go to fight was so difficult, if he could choose he would choose Zahra to be just a housewife, waiting for her at home, taking care of herself and her children later.

The door opened slowly, presenting a fresh-looking view of the man with disheveled and wet hair.

The cup!

God cupped Zahra's face and kissed her forehead long ago, "I permit you," though with a heavy heart, God finally passed the sentence.

Zahra hugged the fresh body of the God, the scent of masculine soap so piercing his kiss, and perhaps he would have stored it in the deepest memory of his brain as a cure for longing and tiredness.

"I'm sorry that I can't love you a wedding gift, instead leave you.I leave my duty as a wife to take care of you," said Zahra, her voice trembling, today is not as easy as yesterday, where to devote yourself to society feels so heavy.

"Hm, so do not be long..you feel very at home in the hospital, you can leave me just the same Lendra or Miki?" Zahra chuckled and sucked in the clear liquid that was almost sliding out of the nose. Apparently this woman was crying.

"You don't play fun, take care of your heart.don't play with Melody or other girls much more, I don't like.fear you're cheating!" zahra blatantly added. He does not want any drama of God seeking affection or attention outside while he is struggling.

The god shook his head, "the new time of marriage a day has been playing fun, my heart was taken all the same sisters shampooing, dapetinnya aja hard, must ngadepin 2 gatot glass first.." her laughter succeeded in making Zahra tickle, her husband himself called her a shampooing nurse, because every time the shampooing, "which makes me a really shampooing nurse yes you are!" now the gods are laughing.

"Promise? Your heart is only for me," Zahra stretched out her pinky, now she is afraid that God will mess around considering her husband's treck record is a playboy sableng.

Her netre looked clearly at Zahra's pinky which she swayed and then frowned her pinky there, "the pinky promise..."

"I'll get you a shirt, yes" Zahra did her job as a wife before she was going to be on duty.

"Can you come home every day?" ask God.

Zahra shook her head unsure, "not sure, but I'll try to do it later," Zahra put away the blanket and grabbed her phone, typing a message to reply to a hospital forum.

Ns. Cut Ayesha Zahra Ananta, S.Kep. Ready-to-duty.

The god stared fixedly at Zahra, not yet this longing again hugged and yelled in the chest cavity, making the heart sore. Hugged Zahra from behind and held her tightly, "you must always be healthy! I can't accept that you're sick. I'll withdraw my permission and ask you to retire from the nursing profession if you make me miss the weight!" this time he sipped the scent of Zahra's greedy body.

Zahra raised her eyebrows, "where there are rich conditions.." he chuckled.

The stay at the hotel had to be expedited from the plan, both returning to Ananta's residence. The god turns the steering wheel when it gets to the turn of the housing block.

A tit!

Zahra and the Gods nodded.

"Who's that car?" Zahra felt alien to the car parked in the yard of her family home.

Eyebrow of the God linked, feeling familiar with the car that is meant Zahra, he is parked neatly next to the car abi Zaky and Rayyan service car.

"Momy?" he muttered, making Zahra turn her face, "momy Ica?" ask her.

"Yes, that's momy's car..Well, momy's car is here?" asked the God back, Zahra shot her shoulder did not know. Emang mother-mak, can not spend a day just to gather, even though the situation is again pandemic gini, feel have a new cs.

There was a haha-hihi from the side terrace as Zahra and Dewa entered, Salwa who heard the sound of a car engine entering stormed the living room.

"Well, is this back again? How fun?" ambiguous question, make Zahra's face flushed in shame.

"Umi what the hell is it.." Zahra desperately held a twitch on her lips feeling embarrassed.

"Hahay! This incense really flips behind it, how is the duren? Haven't you got momy's granddaughter yet?!" Ica joined there.

"Mii, even if the tokcer does not directly run a period of a few hours, it is considered mosquito eggs!" reply Gods.

"Momy what's going on here?" tanya Dewa sat on the sofa sliding the suitcase to the side so as not to block the road.

"Get in, meet!" answer Ica casually.

"Abang, I'm making a drink..." Zahra looked straight at the kitchen, "who's the noodle?" she screamed loudly.

"What?!" abi Zaky said from the backyard near the kitchen that was with Rayyan there.

"Where is abi's cirain?" Zahra took coffee, sugar and a cup.

"Cepet is very reverse, letoy what is it?!" ask Ray vul gar.

"Diddeliver! It's good, mighty god!" replied Zahra without a shadow aling-aling in front of the abi. With none of the two Zaky's children laughing together.

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"Hay new manten! How come you've come home?" Eyi who had just come out of the room greeted the two, without bothering to stuff the suitcase into Zahra's room accompanying the God sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee.

"Zahra must be nugas kak" replied the god. Their view turned to Zahra, "what? Nugas? What nugas?" umi Salwa starts to sewot.

"Don't tell me...." Eyi looked at the two in turn.

"Baby, momy...Zahra asked for his do'a and his blessing..."

"No!" sentak umi cut Zahra's speech, he already knew where Zahra's speech.

"God, don't tell me if you let Zahra volunteer co vid?" ask umi Salwa hoping that her daughter-in-law will be one stronghold with her. The silent god could not answer and looked at his mother-in-law, he just grabbed his wife's shoulder and rubbed it gently, as if providing moral support for Zahra. Zahra sipped her saliva dry, since long ago umi was the least accepted if her three children had to be on duty first the task was quite heavy.

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