Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
OM ZIDAN

...(.( Episode 1 )...

Since the departure of Father and Mother. I lived with one of my father's friends, who held the status of being my rightful husband religiously. And it's not state-legal yet, because I'm only 18 at the moment. And I married my father's best friend when I was 17. Yeah, exactly one year ago.

I still remember once, the moment where Dad grabbed Om Zidan's hand. And begged Om Zidan to take care of me and take care of me. But not only that, Dad also asked Om Zidan to marry and make me his wife. I who really liked Om Zidan at that time also nodded in agreement.

It was a time when I knew what love was. You could say, I like Om Zidan like I like a new toy. If I get bored, then I will forget about it and look for new toys again. Haha. I'm ashamed to tell you that.

Two days after the wedding closed, Dad went to follow Mom to heaven. I was really devastated by his departure. I thought Dad was just kidding and just scaring. Turns out I was wrong, Dad really left me dead.

But Dad said he could leave quietly, because I already had the right replacement by my side.

Dad said, "Zidan's with you, honey. He will love you as much as I love you. He'll take care of you like Mom and Dad took care of you when you were a kid. He will always be there for you, son. Live quietly with him."

"Hiks....." I wiped my tears, looking at the graves of Mom and Dad. Today, is the day that even one year Father and Mother left me. I miss you, Dad! I miss Mom!

"Don't cry anymore" said the grown man sitting next to me. He pulled my body into his arms. I stroked my back and my head slowly and gently.

"I'm here for Manda. I'm not leaving you."

I know that, he always calmed me down by saying that phrase. He always said that he would be there for me, and never leave.

I wiped my own tears with the tip of the hijab I was wearing. Then I smiled at him.

He is Om Zidan, a 29-year-old virgin, he said. And he's MY HUSBAND. Yeah, he's my husband who hasn't gotten his due from me until now.

It's not because of me, yeah. But because he himself was holding back. He said I have to finish school first. After that, she will marry me and make me a real wife. Legitimate religion or state. She said every time I teased her. Haha.

"Udah, don't be sad anymore. Your father and mother are happy and calm there!" Again he hugged and calmed me. And I love it when he's like this. Why did I say when he was like this?

Yeah because of him, he has a double personality. There was a time when he really showed himself. And there are times when he just shut up and talk with his eyes or body movements. If so, he was in drunken wolf mode of his name. Kidding, he's a clean guy. No alcohol and no smoking. Just a heavy jealousy.

"We're home?" ask when I am calmer. I nodded my head in response: yes.

Unexpectedly, Om Zidan tidied up my hijab, put the children in hair and then stroked my head. "We'll get some ice cream before we go home, won't we?"

"Now... Wanna.." answered me vigorously and grabbed his hand. Grasping those burly hands while walking away from Mom and Dad's tomb. He just smiled without any intention of releasing his hand from my grasp.

To be honest, a year of living with her, made me start to really fall in love with her. This time in real love. And I also began to learn to respect him, as my husband. Not as my father's best friend anymore as he was one year earlier. The moment I love the monkey to her.

And a year of living with Om Zidan also got me to know more about my religion. He taught me a lot about things that Mom and Dad hadn't been able to teach.

Two months ago, it was Om Zidan's 29th birthday. He asked for a special gift from me.

"You don't have any special gifts for you, Om. All Manda has is virginity. Does Om want that?" My answer at that time. And my answer also managed to make a beautiful laugh out of his sexy lips. I like that laugh.

"BADDY GIRL!" He pinched my nose.

"I want something more precious than that" he whispered softly before my ears.

"What?" Shaking I asked him.

"Your hair. I want only me to see how beautiful your hair is." She wrapped my hair with her hands. Then the hand moved to touch my neck. I was really scared back then.

"Your white neck, I want no one besides me to see it. No man who is not your mistress anymore can see this. I want you to cover it up...." His hand pulled a thick blanket beside me. Put that blanket on my head.

"Use your obligations.... Cover your head as you cover it during prayer. I want you to wear a hijab, Manda."

Turns out that's the gift Om Zidan asked me for. And thank God, I can give him that gift. But the truth is, I was the one who benefited from the prize. For I have carried out the duties and commandments of my Lord.

"Manda?" Call Om Zidan. Made me instantly aware.

"What else do you think?" He asked while looking at me in interrogation.

"Thinking Mike Angelo, Om! The more beautiful he gets!" My canda. But even so, Om Zidan still showed an unpleasant face.

He was very sensitive to hear me say Mike's name. Because he knows that I'm crazy about that Hot Daddy. Don't take my example, yeah. Not okay.

"Udah I said. Don't mention that name when you're with me! I don't like it! I'm jealous!" With a frown he said that.

Haha. Om Zidan is funny. I like him who never had the prestige to say that he was jealous.

"I'm sorry!" I started to get closer to him. Still a red light. Hehe.

"Don't try to seduce me!" He gently put away my hand.

"But maapin first! Manda promised never to mention Mike's name again!"

"It was just called!"

"Yes already. No need to be in! But don't be mad, later, if Manda doesn't want to sleep in the room anymore!" My threat. Usually, if this is the case, he will not frown again.

"Emmmm, just sleep on the couch. But if there's another gecko, don't call me, okay? Watch it!"

Uh, cute. I wanted to steal a kiss from him.

"Yes, call Mike's name! Mike must have come for me! And win me!"

"Don't dream, yeah, my wife!" With a flash he kissed my lips, until I didn't realize he was actually doing that. I smiled as well, turning my face away. Look at the cars that started to go after the green light was seen.

I'm shy. That kiss was not my first. I don't know, this might be the one billionth kiss. Since my first kiss on July 10th.

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While patting his thighs, Om Zidan looked at me who was busy unwrapping a pack of peanut-studded chocolate ice cream, my favorite. He just kept looking at me, because I never stepped closer to him.

With a little annoyance I approached Om Zidan who could not wait. "Why, Om?"

"Come here, Naughty Girl!" He said, patting his thighs again. Did he ask me to sit on his lap?

He shook his head hard. As if I didn't want to hear rejection from him. Than he's flirting again, and the problem is getting complicated again. I also obey his wishes. Sitting on his lap.

Om Zidan is silent. She did nothing but look at me as I began to bite into the ice cream.

"Om willing?" My bargain. He smiled while shaking slowly.

"Your PR is done?" He asked while stroking my head which was still wrapped in hijab.

"It." I glanced at him for a moment. Offering her my ice cream. But he still refused.

"How much do you weigh now?"

I was silent to hear his question. I told you, I'm heavy. But why does he still insist on calling me, anyway. And now what is this? He asked me how much I weigh?!

"Hey, if asked don't daydream, sweetie!" Om Zidan pinched my cheek and then kissed it.

"And Manda said that. Manda's tight, now!"

"Yes, I know you're getting bigger and heavier now. But I'm gonna ask you how much you weigh, Manda?" He was anxious himself by occasionally kissing my cheeks and also the corners of my lips.

"Fifty-four!"

"Owh, only two kilos up," he said then hugged my body which was still on his lap.

"I'm so heavy, huh, Om?" I rubbed his black hair. I like her hair. Typical fragrance of handsome men's hair.

"Not at all!"

"Book?" I don't believe it.

Om Zidan bit his lips, making me think nothing of him. "Why, Om?"

"It's okay, my lips are itching." He laughed to himself. Maybe he's laughing at his fate or something. I don't know I don't know.

Beeps...

One new notification from my HP. I immediately glanced towards that flat object. But my hand has not touched it yet. Om Zidan's burly hand touched him first. He moved his hand from my waist. And started getting busy with that flat object.

"Why? Is something wrong?" I asked when I saw the change in expression on his face. I'm sure there must be something he doesn't like in my phone right now.

"Who's Gilang?" His tone sounded full of interrogation. Surely with a face that started to frown that was scary to me.

"Who? Why even dumbass?" He gave you that HP.

"You followed him too, he saw and replied to your IG story!"

I know, she must be misunderstanding me right now. I slowly placed the phone near her. Then I put my hands on his neck.

"Why angry, Om? Manda doesn't even know who he is. But Om was angry and pouting like this!"

"Who is he? Is he the Gilang you told me about? Is he your first love?!"

I know, he's holding back the flames of jealousy. Instead of being scared, I like to see her jealous.

"My husband baby...." I pecked both cheeks. "I'm just an eighteen-year-old girl who doesn't know what love really means."

He was silent, ready to hear my next words.

"But what I do know is that I feel comfortable around my husband. I felt my heart pounding when I was near my husband. I felt embarrassed and my cheeks were hot when I got a look from my husband. And me, I also feel jealous when my husband talks to other women out there. That's all I know. I love my husband...."

Om Zidan also began to smile when he heard my words that have been expert in taking his heart.

"Now tell me, who was your first love?" He hugged my body tightly.

"My first love? Maybe Muhammad Zidan Al-Ghozali?"

"Just maybe?" His lips are back in a frown.

"Hehehe.... Then, Manda is one hundred percent sure, that Manda's first love is a super jealous and possessive Handsome Om!"

"I'm like that, because I love you!"

Yeah. My heart thumped at that confession of love. Yes, even though I hear it often. But still. My heart beats every time I hear the word love spoken from her sex lips.

Huhuhoo... I want his lips. But afraid, he will definitely be tormented when his desires are lured later by my mischief.

"Manda?" Om Zidan took me down from his lap. "You go into the room first, there's some work I need to get done."

I just nodded obediently while grabbing my HP. But, Om Zidan glared at me instead.

"Don't play with your phone while you sleep! Especially in the room the light is dim!" He extended his hand. Asking me to give him this kidney worth of HP.

"Ten minutes, Om. Please...." I'm holding that HP so he can give it permission. I promise, just ten minutes!

"What do you want to do with that thing?"

"You remove all the men I follow. Except for Mike Angelo and Om Husband" I said.

"No need, I don't need that from you." He forced that HP out of my hand.

"Well, if there's another DM, Om's angry. If anyone likes or comments again, Om Jealous. What do you want, Om?!" My misery. I promised to be the girl who obeyed him. But still, it's hard!

"I want to know how sincerely you love me and keep your love for me, Manda!" He kissed me twice on my forehead, then went into his study. By bringing my HP.

Failed it, but I wanted to watch Mike's live broadcast on IG. I haven't seen his face and smile in a long time. I could be crazy to make it!