NAUGHTY WIFE GUS HANDSOME
Jealous

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In a hurry, Alira closed the windshield of her car, she did not want it until the two people saw it.

"Why Al, how anxious is that?" asked Gus Irham who saw from the rearview mirror, Alira was like panicking.

"Huh? There was nothing," she said nervously, refusing to be honest with her husband what she had seen.

Gus Irham didn't ask any more. The lights have turned green and the car goes back for half an hour and then enters the boarding school. Alira immediately went down after greeting her husband's hand.

"Rare you sure you're coming?"

"Related."

"Yes, I go first" she said. Alira just nodded in response.

"Come, Mif, we're leaving now" he told Miftah. The santri kang nodded and went back to running his car.

Alira was still standing on the spot observing the car that had just passed until it disappeared after the gate was closed. He breathed a rough breath to expel the restlessness.

Honestly, he was a little unwilling if Gus Irham went to the Kyai Hanan boarding school. It was nothing, he was just afraid that Ning Alia would act up again and ask for something weird again. Of jealousy? She is jealous because she loves her husband so much.

"Ning, is Alira home?"

Alira looked back and found Ayu already standing not far from her, she smiled kindly. Alira smiled back.

"Yes, Ayu."

They then go in hand, Ayu goes straight to the kitchen while Alira walks into her room. Upon arrival there he placed his waist bag on the sofa and then dropped himself there, breathing rough, spreading his gaze around.

"Who?" he asked when he heard the door being knocked from outside.

"I, Ning, Ayu."

Alira moved, opening the door. The white-veiled girl smiled, in her hands carrying a tray of warm tea.

"I made an angel tea, Ning."

"Yes, thank you, Ayu." Alira shifted her body giving way for the girl to enter. Ayu placed the cup on the sofa table then rushed out. Alira sat down again after closing the door again.

He grabbed the clear cup and then sipped the tea that was not too hot and not cold, just right. The phone in his bag rang he immediately reached it. I got a message from a new number.

[Al, I saw you at the red light. That's really elo-right?]

Alira almost threw her phone while reading the message. Although the number was not in contact, but Alira understood it was a message from whom. Ricky. Yeah, that's Ricky. Why did the man call him again, even though his number was blocked.

[Not] reply later.

[Surely it wasn't elo? But anyway, I saw the front of my husband]

Not wrong, Ricky saw it too.

[Relax, I won't bother you anymore. I just happened to take another walk] Ricky replied again.

Alira did not reply again, he turned off the data and then kept his phone on the table. He got up and left the room.

***

Ashar Gus Irham is back.

"Mif, tomorrow the car is washed, make a pick-up!" he said after getting out of the car.

"Excite, Gus."

Gus Irham then went inside, he saw his wife sleeping on the bed. He walked over, watching his sleeping wife, his smile expanding perfectly.

Worth the phone was not picked up, apparently sleeping very soundly. It must be a sauce. Gus Irham then went to the bathroom to clean up. Fifteen minutes later he came out dressed in sea blue cocoa ready to go to the mosque to pray.

As long as he left, the boarding school he handed over to Kyai Rosid, he was his brother who during this time helped take care of the pesantren.

"Al, wake! It's afternoon. Shower first!"

Slowly Alira squirmed and then opened her eyes, twitching a few times while collecting lives.

"Astaghfirullah, Gus." Alira immediately sat down as soon as she realized who was sitting nearby. Gus Irham smiled.

"What time is it, Gus."

"Nearly five," she said, still with her sweet smile.

"Astaghfirullah, why am I not built? I haven't taken a shower, haven't prayed." Alira got out of bed, walked to the closet and took a towel and then to the bathroom.

She was a little upset that Gus Irham did not wake her, especially that her husband did not call her so she could not welcome him.

After bathing and praying Alira sat next to Gus Irham who was busy with his laptop. Alira observed what her husband was doing.

Soon she went to the kitchen to make her husband coffee after he came back with a cup of coffee that was still smoking. Alira put the drink near the laptop and sat down.

Several times Gus Irham glanced at his wife who seemed to be agitated. It was seen from both hands of Alira on the lap that was looking at each other, squeezing each other, describing if he was agitated.

"Is there anything you want to say, Al? Just say!" he said after looking at Alira.

Alira did not answer, but took a deep breath and blew away.

"Emmm ... What is it, Gus, asking to meet kyai Hanan? Was lamar Ning Alia told again?" tanyanya, her face lowered deeply. Gus Irham broke down a faint smile, closed his laptop then confirmed his sitting position.

"Why? You're jealous, if I'm told to marry her?"

"Huh?" Quickly Alira turned to her husband until the netra they met. I don't know, Alira always felt her heart tremble let alone see her smile. Duh, instantly scatter what's in his brain.

"You jealous?" gus Irham's.

"Jealous?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's only natural, Gus, I'm jealous you're my husband and I won't let anyone take you from my side."

Adu, since when did Alira become this. However, Gus Irham was happy to hear it.

"Aawww," cried Alira as Gus Irham pinched her tiny nose.

"You, yeah, at first you've been in love for a long time." He remembered the beginning of their meeting. Alira who according to him has no manners, fierce, ketus, but now has changed much better.

Alira clucking. "Not to talk about the past, I'm ashamed." Honestly, Alia thanked him for setting her up with a guy like Gus Irham. It's handsome, sholeh again.

Gus Irham smiled, his hands moving framing his wife's face.

"I'm lucky to have a wife like you, Al."

"I'm lucky to have a husband like you, Gus."

They throw each other a smile, the vibe of love they feel is now getting bigger. Gus Irham prayed that they would be together on the day of resurrection.

"Mas! Can I come in?" The call from the outside accompanied by a knock parse the distance of the two. Alira moved to open the door.

"Why do you face, Al , how red is that?" asya asked while pointing at Alira's blushing face. "Hayo what's up?"

"What the hell, don't be a fiktor" Alira said.

Asya chuckled then looked inside. "Where's Mas Irham?"

"There's." Alira retreated to the back giving way to her sister-in-law in order to pass by.

Asya nyelonong came to her sister.

"Eh, Cha? How did you come home, he said he wanted to nemenin umi?"

Asya sat on the sofa in front of Gus, her lips pursed like a lohan fish.

"To be told to go home" he said. Gus Irham just nodded in understanding and continued his work again.