Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
CHALLENGES

I came out of the room, wearing a moss-green face. This is new. It smells clear from its distinctive smell!

"Where's the prayer, huh?" I murmured as I stepped up to follow the instinct of the heart. Turn to the right. Huh, right! This is the place!

"Darling?"

Om Zidan turned to hear my greeting. He smiled as he tossed a black prayer mat with a picture of the Kaaba in the middle. "Please!"

Hiks, why is my heart starting to pound, huh? But nothing happened yet. And this is just a congregational prayer as usual!

Huh, calm down Manda. Cool out! Om Zidan will definitely ask him after the prayer isya'. It should be, right?!

Om Zidan looked over once more. Watching around my face. Make sure the hair and chin are in the state that should be while praying. He smiled and then turned his body back.

My heart was pounding again when I heard the words of Om Zidan. And so on, every takbir that sounds so soothing and thrilling.

After the prayer, we recite and pray as usual. Nothing strange until this second, everything went normal until I wanted to kiss the back of Om Zidan's hand. But Om Zidan instead backed off and kept his distance from me.

"Don't come any closer! Stay there first!" Say it while standing. He took the time to rub my head and then stepped away leaving me staring at his disappearance.

It didn't take long, Om Zidan came back. There were two new Qur'an he brought, and also a white kerta. I don't know what paper.

Om Zidan gave the Qur'an to me. He took a folding table in the corner of the mihrob, opened it and asked me to put the two Qur'an first there. I also said without refuting with a word.

"So, I have a new challenge for you!" He handed the white paper to me.

One Day One Juz Program, With My Little Wife💖

Rule :

The program requires both parties to read one Juz for one day. As for one Juz it is not in one time, but can be repaid starting from like three nights (when Tahajjud). Or you can read a quarter of a Juz after each prayer.

And if either of the two sides cannot complete or complete one Juz in a day, then it may be punishable. The penalty depends on the party who finishes on the party who does not finish!

In this case, the honesty of both parties is the priority!

Spirit💖

I looked at Om Zidan who was also looking at me. "You don't have a problem, Manda rereima this new challenge!" I said with spirit.

"Where is the punishment?"

I'm silent for a moment. Come to think of it, Om Zidan has never given a serious punishment. So, what should I be worried about if I were to get the punishment from him!

"I'll take it too!"

"Related?"

"Yes!"

Om Zidan also gave his two thumbs.

"We started at the beginning, huh?" Said Om Zidan while taking his Qur'an. So also with me who vigorously took my Qur'an. I kissed the cover first before opening it. And in the end, we both read the Qur'an until the Adhan isha' was heard. I shut down the Qur'an. Peeping belonging to Om Zidan.

Well. Om Zidan has reached page eight?! A page different from me! I just got to page seven!

There was nothing strange after that. We pray together, recite and pray as usual. But this time, Om Zidan turned around and extended his hand. I grabbed the burly hand, kissed it, and was met with a kiss on the forehead by Om Zidan.

"here! I hug you first!" He spread his hand. Gave me access so I could get into his arms. Without thinking long, I also shuffled and hugged the body of Om Zidan who was still wrapped by a white cocoa shirt with a black collar, in line with the color of the peci and also the sheath. He looks more handsome.

Funny thing is, this atmosphere was destroyed because of the sound of our stomachs. It's big, all at once!

"Hehehe, Manda laper!" I smiled shyly.

"Sama, me too." Om Zidan took my body out of his arms. He rubbed my head once more.

"Change clothes first, yeah. After that, we have dinner. Everything is ready!"

It looks like what Om Zidan said. We change clothes first. Tidying up the place of prayer before his death. Shirt, sarong and also mekenah I hang so as not to smell.

"The air outside is very cold" said Om Zidan, handing over the same jacket he was wearing to me. The jacket is Brown, with one straight black stripe on both arms.

"Where are we having dinner, honey?" ask me after wearing the jacket.

"Under the sky, above the ground!" answer Om Zidan. He took my hand and asked me to get out of the room.

What other surprises will Om Zidan give?

Above ground. Under the sky.

The Villa Orchid side garden is the place Om Zidan refers to. On a thick mat, held on the lawn of the garden, there was a round table. On the table there are two jumbo grilled fish, one satay plate, one rice plate, two glasses of water, and also some fresh fruits.

The garden lights were quite dim, because other than the lights, there were some small candles lit there. Surround our dinner area.

The night sky decorated with stars and also the moon took part in the bangian. The light from the moon is also a light. The night breeze felt so cold, when it hit the face. But it is different from my hands and other parts of my body. Feels so warm.

With hands that are still interlocked, do not forget also with a smile that expands. We walked closer to the round table. Sandal. Then sit facing each other.

"Where? I've been trying to do my best. You likey?"

Om Zidan's eyes showed hope. Maybe hope with an answer, that I like. But no, because that's not the answer!

"This is awesome! Manda really likes it!"

Yes, that's the answer that should be! The answer that made Om Zidan smile happily.

"Really?"

"He'em. This is my best dinner!" I said while reaching for his hand. Grasping and then kissing his back. "Whatever it is, as long as it's the same Om Zidan. That's the best thing in Manda's life. Thank you, my dear!"

The smile on Om Zidan's face grew. His eyes sparkled brightly, almost defeating the moonlight. "Back of love, baby!"

Because the stomach is no longer supportive for uwu-uwu'an. Finally we started dinner by reading the do'a meal first. Not to eat with Satan! It is quite nice that this particular dinner should be shared with Si Etan.

"Well, what's the name for all the Manda? Where does Om Zidan make it?" I asked because Om Zidan pushed that one plate of rice towards me. Just this one plate. There's nothing else!

"Because you need that more, Manda."

"You need more energy!" Sela Om Zidan blinked her eyes. I immediately turned my face to hear his words.

I forgot, tonight, we're going to do an activity that's going to take a lot of effort. Like energy when exercising. Hiks, sports at night are called sports what, huh?

"Don't be nervous like that, just relax, honey!" He said while putting the grilled fish meat that he had cleaned his bones on my plate. I, who was embarrassed and nervous, chose to be quiet.

Without speaking, he knew I was nervous. Especially until I let out a voice and stammered while answering his words! I died because I was ashamed to hear his taunts!

Eating when nervous is uncomfortable. I find it hard to swallow.

I also try to pull and breathe out slowly. Control yourself to not be nervous anymore.

If I continue to be nervous like this, Om Zidan will undo what he had planned. With me as an excuse. And I don't want that until it happens!

What should have happened tonight, let it happen! It's not just Om Zidan who wants it! Except me too?!

Reasonable. It was a need. Without it, maybe I, Om Zidan or all of us would not be able to get to the life of the world, wouldn't we, Mothers?

"Darling?"

Om Zidan looked up as soon as he heard my call. And a mouthful of rice and grilled fish directly from my hand was received. He smiled as he chewed.

"Don't men need energy?"

One more bribe Om Zidan received. He chews while closing his eyes. Enjoying food. It was as if it was the most delicious food ever.

I continued to feed Om Zidan, until one plate of rice, one half grilled fish and also half plate of goat satay we ate. Two glasses of water were also washed out. We both smiled as we looked at each other.

"Alhamdulillah...."

Finally full and energetic too.

"What are our activities after this?" I pretended to ask while propping my chin with both palms on the table. My eyes looked at Om Zidan who started acting like a hot worm. He's nervous now!

"The manda started? Or Om who started?"

Om Zidan is still flinching. His eyes show submission!

Is that true? Cook me to start?

Hixes. This Zidan is all-natural!

Without thinking any longer, I stood up, circled the dining table and immediately sat down beside Om Zidan.

"Eh, what do you want?" Ask Om Zidan with his innocent pretentiousness. While I did not care about the question, my hands remained coiled around her body. Warm.

I heard Om Zidan sigh slowly. A moment later his sturdy hands coiled around hugging my body. Gave a little pat on my back and also a soft elution on my head.

"Manda, I'm not going to demand much from you. Just, please listen and fulfill my request this time. Can, right?"

I raised my head. My right hand I accidentally pinned right on Om Zidan's left chest. "Whatever it is, instead of Manda always horrified and obedient all this time? Is this about---"

"It's not just that, Manda." Om Zidan dropped his head over my head. Giving a kiss, in rhythm with his hands that increasingly pulled my body to get into his arms.

"I beg you, in the future. Keep believing in me. Whatever people say about me, about us, I hope you won't believe that! Come to me, and demand an explanation from me!"

I'm clapping.

This time, what else bothered Om Zidan's mind? It's not because of Gilang anymore, is it?

"Next week, Mama asked me to come home. Stella's getting married, Mama wants me to be her guardian. Mama also wished that I could take you. But---" Om Zidan paused. He looked down to look at my face.

"I don't want you to feel threatened around them, Manda! I know exactly how they are, especially my sister, Stella!"

Yeah, there he is. That's what I've been trying to forget. I always try to forget how the response from the Om Zidan family about me, more precisely about our sirri marriage.

Once I tried to forget every word that contained diatribes, accusations and also hate speech of some of them. But in fact, I still can't. Those words still seemed to ring clearly in my ears.

How they accuse me of being a Pelachur who goes up to Om Zidan's bed! And framed Om Zidan so he wanted to marry me!

How they accused me of being a cunning Little Girl who was smart to take advantage of the situation!

And how Stella made a curse on me, because she thought I was the reason for the end of Om Zidan's engagement to Aunt Vanessa a year and a half ago. In fact, I knew absolutely nothing about the engagement!

Even I found out after Om Zidan explained everything to me. At that time, Om Zidan firmly told Stella and everyone in the living room. That the engagement ended because of the wishes and also the will of Aunt Vanessa herself!

With reason, Aunt Vanessa doesn't love Om Zidan anymore. He also said that he had found the right man for himself. And Om Zidan willingly renounces their bond, for the sake of Aunt Vanessa's happiness! Moreover, the bond between them existed due to being forced by the parents! That's the explanation from Om Zidan!

"Of course, because I won't let you be in the middle of them again!" Said Om Zidan. He's getting his arms closer. It provides warmth and comfort.

"No, Honey. We have to keep coming! Because no matter what, Stella needs you!"

"How does my wife go? Do you think I can bear that she's suffering?!"

I took off my arms on his body. Making Om Zidan directly bow his head.

"According to Om. Om Zidan's wife will suffer as long as there is a husband at his side?" I asked back. My hand hit his chest softly.

"Say? Are Manda going to suffer just because of their nonsense? What does Om Zidan think, Manda is that weak?!"

Om Zidan sighed as he shook his head slowly. "Not so max----"

Without warning, I immediately closed her lips. Take a shortcut so he stops his words!

That's enough, I don't want to remember any of that. In the future, I will become an even stronger woman! So that I can protect and defend my family!

I put my lips away after feeling like I was going to run out of air. Similarly to Om Zidan, he breathed a lot of air, while looking at me with a sly smile on his face.

"You started it!" His burly hand pulled back my nape. Give a kiss on the forehead first, before he goes back to continue the action.

"Emm....." I spontaneously poked my hands around Om Zidan's neck, as he gallantly carried my small body into his sling.

"You're mine!"

The garden beside us left. Enter into the Villa which will be a witness of any de sa han favors that will soon be heard.

Haha. Hopefully smoothly.