NAUGHTY WIFE GUS HANDSOME
The Other Side Gus Irham

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From the rearview mirror in Miftah occasionally glances at Kyai Syarif's nbungsu princess with a slight smile. From a long time ago the girl never changed, her emotions had always subsided even though in public it could seem calm, but if in front of people who had known her she would be like that, she said, ngomel no stop until his wife Gus was no chance to talk.

"I'll be aduin with Abah let Abah say to Kyai Hanan have his son educated well, so I can think first if you want to talk." Asya was still talking without stopping, he just stopped when he realized there was a pair of eyes watching.

He turned his face to the side and then remained silent, ashamed. Degub in there suddenly irregular, I don't know. In fact, he had tried to eliminate the taste but it had not completely disappeared.

The atmosphere in the car was silent until the car entered the court of ndalem, Asya went down first and went inside while stomping his feet to the floor. On the terrace he passed by Gus Irham who was about to come out.

"Why is that so manyun?"

"Au ah, Acha tired. Take a shower, "he answered a little upset, then passed Gus Irham.

The man who was neat with cocoa and sarong and black peci continued his steps toward his wife.

"Racid?" Ask while helping to lower the groceries from the car. Alira only responded with a smile.

They then entered after Miftah and some new Mbak ndalem came from inside bringing groceries to the kitchen.

They sat in the living room. Alira only realized when she noticed the appearance of her husband.

"Mas Irham where are you going?" alira asked, he knew if Gus Irham would leave because he was dressed well.

"Where else, can you wear nice clothes at home? Let my wife be happy to see her husband handsome," seductive, the smile on her lips expands perfectly to make Alira's heart ripple every time she sees him. His face was warm and he was sure, now there was a red hue on his cheek.

Ah, since when did Gus Irham become a tombal like this?

A small pinch landed on Gus Irham's arm, quite sick, he complained.

"Gombali. I'm gonna take a shower."

Gus Irham was still looking at his wife's back until it was lost swallowed by the bulkhead door. He then exhaled deeply, there was relief every remembering that Alira had now accepted herself completely. Without coercion and even looking very sincere.

The phone in the pocket vibrates indicating a message is coming in. He grabbed it and shifted the screen up, there were some incoming messages that he had not been able to read. However, there was one notification that made his forehead shrivel.

"Papa?"

Immediately opened, he was very curious about what happened to his father-in-law sending a message, usually immediately calling when asking about the state of his son.

[Sir Irham, you bought back papah's house?] Fill in the message sent.

[Yes, pah. Irham there's a little rizky. Hopefully papa happy because he can stay in the house that used to be again.] reply, then keep his phone again in his pocket when he saw Alira coming.

While still in Jakarta he did go to his old father-in-law's house and there he saw there was the inscription 'this house is sold' so he bought it because he knew, and there he saw, the house has fond memories of his wife's childhood.

It is quite expensive, but compared to seeing the happiness of Alira later it is not worth.

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The evening after dinner Gus Irham decided to go to the cottage again to fill out the study of the yellow book in place of his brother. Actually Kyai Syarif's condition has improved, only he still can not be too tired, must rest a lot until completely recovered.

After helping wash the dishes used to eat, Alira also accompanied Asya uminya chat for a moment in the living room.

"Umi come in first, you also rest. Let it not hurt like a brother," his advice before moving in.

"Yes, Mi" they answered in unison.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Alira looked up and saw Gus Irham coming in, she went to her husband, grabbed his hand and kissed him. Gus Irham landed a small peck on the forehead, but managed to make a subtle sigh inside there.

They also went into the room. However, Alira had previously gone to the kitchen to fetch water. However, when passing through the door of her room in-laws, Alira faintly heard the two were talking, especially as if they were discussing her. He halted his steps, turning around to make sure no one saw him eavesdropping.

"Three months they were married so there is no sign we will nimang grandson huh, Bah?" He heard his mummy talking, it seemed like he wanted the presence of a little angel in this house.

"Yes Umi be patient, his name has not been rezki, but In Shaytah Allah, they will certainly get descendants who pray and pray later," This time Kyai Sharif said.

"Huh, I hope so, Bah. Umi already really wants to see they have children must be beautiful and handsome."

"Well sure, his grandfather was also handsome like this."

"Ck, squeeze."

"How could I not be handsome where maybe Umi used to want to be with Abah, iyo anyway? Iyo anyway?"

"Udah, no. Tombal. Malem Abah rest. Inget what the doctor said, Abah must rest a lot to be cured!"

Alira smiled to herself hearing the chatter of her two in-laws, she then felt her stomach was still flat. I don't know, hearing their conversation just now he felt guilty because he had been delaying giving his rights to Gus Irham. Maybe if she was pregnant from the beginning.

Alira took a breath and then flicked slowly, her chest suddenly felt tight as if something was propping up. Guilt began to haunt her, the feeling of having sinned against her husband because all this time he had been zoning her husband.

Two tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks. However, immediately on the swab using the palm of the hand then immediately swing the step of continuing to take water in the kitchen.

Alira poured water into a glass and took it to the room, empty. His views circulate around looking for the whereabouts of Gus Irham, where? Turning to turn to the bathroom when it sounded like water running from inside there, maybe her husband was taking ablution water because it was a mandatory routine that his husband did before going to bed.

Ah, sometimes Alira feels insecure, feels unworthy to be a wife of a sholeh Ustadz like Gus Irham. Who she is, only a woman who is minimal in the knowledge of her religion.

"Al?"

The touch on his shoulder startled his daydream, he hurriedly wiped away the trace of tears that somehow wet his cheeks, turned his head and smiled.

"You cry? Wh why? You sick?" It seemed that the calm face was worried. Alira shakes. "Why so cry? Did I hurt you?"

Alira nodded again. "No, Irham is not wrong. I'm .. I'm sorry, Mas?"

Forehead Gus Irham shriveled. "For?"

"Everything, including being late gives you your rights over me."

Gus Irham was silent for a moment and approached Alira's body. Anan and yemen, that's what Alira felt when she was with Gus Irham, so it's not wrong if the feeling of love that quickly arises in her heart.

"Don't like to freak me out, Al. I'm okay, it was I who was able to qualify from you." Said Gus Irham while tightening his embrace.

Alira increasingly feel lucky with his match, if he refused first he could not be so lucky to get a good husband, responsible, sholeh, handsome again.

"Why are you this good, Mom?"

Gus Irham let go of his embrace, staring at Alira who was also looking at him.

"Because from the beginning I loved you my heretic. Aaawww, how about nyubit anyway?"

"Resid Mas Irham dreadlocks." Alira went to the closet, pretending to look for something real to avoid because she was sure her face was red.