My wife Bad Girl
Twenty Four

"Well, what's out?" muttered Micah who was still busy walking back and forth in his room. Before long his nose smelled an appetizing aroma of cooking.

"Surely, that guy is cooking again. Why does Pinter become a man. It fits in the kitchen. So the lecturer is also fitting, because the emphatic carrier is also straightforward delivery. Why is it so perfect for him to be a man. Never angry with me, how do you want to find out because of kayak gini!" murmured Micah who had now placed his butt on the edge of the bed.

The waist-long haired girl was still confused between going out of the room or not. Micah could not stand it either and he peeked at what Rome was doing.

The man, looking relaxed with a shirt and knee-length pants. Her hands were dancing on the frying pan. Until the aroma, which was appetizing, tickled Micah's stomach.

"Oh, what's that guy cooking? I think it's delicious, make people's stomach rumble aja," murmured Micah slowly.

The girl immediately hid behind a wall as Rome turned to the door.

"No willpower. Then you do Mi, all the cooking people," grumbled inwardly, regretting this ridiculous act.

Meanwhile, the Romans who had suspected Micah's existence could only hide his smile.

Micah had escaped into the room again when Rome was about to leave the kitchen. Before the magrib, the man's cooking menu was ready on the table.

Rome went back into her room to prepare for the magrib prayer.

"It seems that I must take Micah to pray together from now on" the Roman mind which leads his footsteps without feeling he has been in front of his wife's room.

His wife's status but his sleep was separated. What a beautiful marriage.

Rome knocked on the door once and there was no answer. While the adhan is finished and iqomah is soon.

Rome raised her hand at this moment, right in front of Micah's door. "O Allah, please soften the heart of the woman I married. Give me a hint to take his heart, Aamiin," said Roma slowly, after which he rubbed his face.

Before long the door was opened and saw the figure of a natural beautiful girl who had worn her face. Roma immediately smiled to see the face that usually looked at him tightly now look calm shade.

"What's wrong?" micah asked briefly.

"Congratulations yuk," take Roma briefly as well.

"Okay, wait for me to take the prayer mat first" Micah said as he entered the room and shortly came out with a prayer mat from Rome at the time they were married a few days ago.

Roma smiled again happy sign. At least Micah is still willing to do his duty as a Muslim and willing to wear gifts from him.

Roma shifted the sofa chair then held a prayer mat in the living room. Stand facing the qibla and start khusuk to start this obligatory worship.

"Allahuacbar!"

When Rome spoke the takbir, at that very moment something happened quickly in Micah. Until, this girl followed every movement and recitation of the priest's prayer solemnly until it was finished.

"What feeling is this? Why do I suddenly want to cry?" micah's inner self, which he had not noticed the tears, was now sliding down his face.

Rome who had finished praying would not want to look back when she heard the sound of Isaac being held.

Micah hurriedly wiped the tears and stopped his mellow action. Before long he would stand up and fold his alphabet.

"Mikha," call Rome.

"Yes" answered Micah, who turned astray and returned to his original position.

"Mikha," call Rome again.

"Yes what the hell!" ketus Micah, while looking at Rome with his sharp eyes.

The girl also frowned. "Well?" astonished Micah plain.

Roma smiled and patiently explained what he meant. "You should kiss your husband's back. Blessings," said Roma.

Without any rejection Micah was seen advancing and reaching for the palm of Rome without asking any more. Oh, that's easy? Tumben.

However, the two of them suddenly fell silent at the moment when their two palms were united for the second time. Because the first time was after Ijab qobul that night. Where was the first time Micah kissed Rome's hand.

The strange feeling of instantaneous presence created a strange rumble within the two. Unknowingly, the two gazes clashed with each other in an instant. Then Rome came to her senses and said, "I'll wait for you at the dinner table after this."

Micah nodded and always went back into his room.

"Oh Allah, Umma. Pray for your son to be patient" murmured Roma.

A few moments later we saw a couple who did not talk this once in the middle of dinner together.

Rome was occasionally seen glancing towards Micah and the girl noticed it. Unlike usual at the time of getting such a gaze, Micah's previously indifferent and indifferent heart now felt uneasy.

Micah who usually eats with origin is now seen to maintain his manners. Until, the slightest sound was heard including the movement of the spoon clashing on the plate.

Are they eating in an orderly or stressful way?

Ah, maybe not pressure but it looks groggy. 😁

"Mikha, later pray isya we congregate again huh. After that, I'd like to take you to see what DVD?" Rome opened a conversation between them but ended up in the same beanin Micah.

"What the fuck? Gini watch DVDs. Does he have the capital to go to the movies?"mikha who was still silent did not answer because this girl was still faithfully lowered her head.

"You don't like it? If so, dong dong what you like," said Roma next, intend fishing chat.

Sure enough, Micah raised his face and began to open his lips.

"I love racing and watching Thai boxing" Micah replied calmly. However, in fact makes Rome groan for a moment.

Uhuk, uhukk!

"Drink." Micah offered white water. Roma also immediately grabbed it quickly until the fingers of the two touched accidentally.

"I'm sorry" said Roma.

"Well-what-is-is?"

"Just want to know. Can't you, huh? We do not know each other at all. Do we want this to go on Micah. Strangers live under one roof?" rome was again trying to figure out what Micah was feeling.

"We were strangers and didn't know each other from the start. Then, for what reason should we change that? What is the benefit?" cycar Micah is back.

"At least by speaking, we will know each other. It's important, so that between the two of us no one suspects each other. I, if you like to see motor racing, can I come with you tonight?"

The question of Rome just made Micah the choking substitute.

Uhukk!

"What!"

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