NAUGHTY WIFE GUS HANDSOME
Almost Anyways

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As usual, after morning prayers congregate at the Alira mosque immediately back to ndalem, this time he was alone because Gus Irham was talking with his brother and some cabin administrators about the activities that would be done before commemorating the Prophet's maulid.

Umi is listening to his students teaching. Sometimes Alira embarrassed herself when a wife Gus can not teach?

Alira's steps swayed out of the mosque, occasionally replying to her husband's passing greetings to the dormitory.

"The address, Ning."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

Although feeling uncomfortable and inappropriate with the name 'Ning', but Alira tried to get used to what her husband said some time ago when he complained uncomfortable with the call. At that time Gus Irham said that it was a form of respect for the wife of his teacher. Finally Alira tried to get used to it although well, still difficult.

Alira's steps stopped as she was about to put her face in the closet, she turned her head right and left as she faintly heard the sound of people talking.

"I did too, Kang. It's not that easy to forget you."

Alira sharpened her ears, this time it was like hearing Asya's voice. He then walked to the window of his room.

"But honestly, Kang. There is another who is now also in my heart."

It was unmistakable that it was indeed the voice of his sister-in-law, but with whom was he talking and what was he doing so early?

"I know, Ning. I also realize who I am and who ...,"

"Kang! I have told you before. I have never looked at anyone by his degree and wealth. You're still as selfish as you used to be, aren't you, Kang? Never changed. Never thought about my feelings."

Alira flicked the curtain slightly, not far from the window she saw Asya who was sitting on a long bench, looking down, his shoulders slightly shaking. It looks like he's crying. Not far from him sitting there Miftah standing, the calm man looked at Asya at a glance and then shed a glance.

"I've been trying to forget you for years, but it's hard. Until I met him, he who accidentally met little by little started filling my heart and shifting your name. But honestly, I haven't been able to escape you, Kang. Memories of when we were together used to haunt every time I tried to forget," said Asya. Not so clear sounds may be heard because while sobbing.

Miftah took a deep breath, looking once she was tormented seeing her Ning cry.

"It's clear, Ning, I'm sorry. It's not good to see people." Miftah then left Asya who was still sitting while hiccupping.

Alira wanted to come over at least to calm her best friend. In fact, he had long suspected that the two indeed had a relationship because every time they deliberately or not looked at, he saw there was a strange chaos of the two.

"Maybe he really needs me now." Alira finally decided to approach.

"Cha!"

The pat on the shoulder surprised the girl, Asya quickly rubbed both cheeks, turned to Alira and did not forget to smile as if nothing had happened.

"Can you sit?" tanyanya then sat next to the girl after getting permission in the form of a nod of the head.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, Alira was composing the right word.

"I'm sorry, I was accidentally horrified by your chatter" he said after taking a deep breath.

Asya was not surprised, he even had a chance to see it in the window. "I know, Al."

"Aren't you angry?"

Asyahidan smiled even a small laugh raised a frown on Alira's forehead.

"How long have you known me, Al?"

Alira thought for a moment. "Three or four years more."

Asya smiled back. "Is there a secret you don't know?"

"There's."

"What?"

Again Asya responded with a smile accompanied by a small laugh.

"Ah, don't talk about it. I'm lazy, even if I could ask that I want to be born into a commoner, without the frills of the call 'Ning."

They stared for a moment. Alira saw a wound on the brown net. Wounds that he had never seen before, was this related to Miftah? Actually how deep does his best friend feel for Kang santri? Then why was Asya delivered by his brothers?

Thousands of questions piled up in Alira's mind.

"You ... still love her, right?"

Asya looked again. "Who?"

"Repid."

Asya was silent for a moment, lowered her head then nodded slowly.

"Why don't you try to be honest with each other if you like each other?"

Asya inhaled a deep breath and then threw it away slowly. Their relationship had just improved after years of angry brother, he did not want him to be angry again because of this problem. His brother was stubborn if he had the will and decision, no one could resist, just like him. Eating it first he desperately went from leaving the pesantren with all the rules that made him restrained, feeling not free to determine his own ideals.

He is not his brother-Gus Irham who is very obedient with all the orders and regulations made by his brother, including about life companion. Maybe Gus Irham was lucky because he was betrothed to someone he liked, he also did not know the reason his brother was betrothed his brother to Alira who was clearly not a santri let alone Kyai's child. Even so he was happy than Gus Irham was married to Ning Alia.

"Darling, what are you doing here?"

The voice of someone from behind made the two women turn their heads, looking Gus Irham was approaching.

"The search turned out you were here." Gus Irham rubbed Alira's head covered in hijab, Alira only responded with a smile. "You're talking to me, huh?" he made Asya cluck, so care this brother.

"Violence," he sneered. I don't know, lately the nature of Gus Irham is slightly changed, more talkative and not too stiff as usual. Maybe it's thanks to Alira.

"Mas, there's something I want to talk about."

"What's the matter, baby?" Gus Irham answered while sitting next to his empty wife.

"Mmm .. about...," continued Alira glanced at the girl beside her who immediately shook her head, asking Alira not to continue.

"Asya."

Gus Irham's forehead shriveled, looking at his sister at a glance full of question marks. "He why?"

"Al, please don't!" please, but Alira doesn't care. He also wants to see his best friend happy.

"Why, baby?" gus asked Irham because Alira never answered.

Only then did Alira open her mouth to talk Miftah came and told her that one of her parents wanted to meet her husband. Gus Irham nodded and left the side of the house with the santri.

Asya breathed a sigh of relief after having to hold back from the tension. "Almost aja. Ck, what the hell are you, Al. You want to make me a heart and die young?" with a manyun lips. Alira chuckles at him.

"Uluh-yul, crabbing. Yes it is not so. Do not sulambek so dong, ntar sakepnya ilang," persuaded him as in a child. Asya remains a manyun. "Yes I'm sorry, I just want my best friend to be happy too, that's all. No other meaning."

Suddenly something warmed up in Asya's chest, the girl then hugged her sister-in-law.

"I know, thanks Dad? But let me talk to you myself later."

"You need help saying, I'm the same Mas Irham must support you. What matters is that you're happy."

They embrace, in their hearts they are grateful because they are no longer a friend but also a family.

Asya just released her embrace when she heard a strange sound coming from inside Alira's stomach.

"Hehe, sori. Laper." He said while grinning. Asya shook her head then took her sister-in-law in.