Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
OM HANDSOME

Me, Ayu, and Arina stepped out of the classroom. After the bell went home, of course.

We both walked towards the front gate. Ayu is usually picked up by her brother. Bang Haikal. The person is handsome, kind, and also smiley. I admit, she has an amazing charm!

And to be honest, I used to have a crush on him. While still in first grade High School. Actually two years ago.

While Arina used to go home with her older cousin who went to a different school. Tamara's name is.

It was exactly when the three of us were standing about a meter away from the school gate. I heard someone shouting my name. Spontaneously I turned my body to face the man. Followed by Ayu and Arina.

It's Miss Diah! He stepped quickly towards us. Carrying a parcel in his right hand.

"Good day, kids!" Sapa Bu Diah is friendly.

"Good day, too, Mom."

"Sorry, yes, I surprised you earlier." Miss Diah grinned. Then he gave me the parcel in his hand. "Titip to your Om yes, Cha," he whispered.

Whats?

That's why Miss Diah wants to be close to my Om Zidan!

"Oh, yes, Mom. I'm calm." Although annoyed, annoyed and want to be angry. I still took the parcel. Making a smile appear on the beautiful and mature face of Ms. Diah.

Oh, no! This cannot continue! What if Om Zidan wavers later? What if Om Zidan likes Mom Diah?!

"Then, Mom first. Again, thank you, Cha!" He moved after I answered with a smile and a nod of the head.

"That's what?" Ask that Kepo Arina.

"Come away!" I also shrugged my shoulders. Because it's true, I don't know what it is.

"For you?" Sahut Ayu asked.

"Not!"

"Then, for whom?" Arina shifted while wailing at her invitation.

"To Om Zidan!"

"Huh?" Serelap two of those people. Their mouths are wide open. Their eyes looked at me question markingly.

"Seriously?" Whisper Ayu in my right ear.

"Surely, Miss Diah would like to give that to Om Zidan. Your husband!" The whisper of Arina in my left ear.

"Are you not angry?" Whisper both at the same time.

"Be angry!" I also whispered. "But what else, Miss Diah already gave. I don't want to, I have to accept it!"

"Well! Here's! You're the one who paved the way for Miss Diah to destroy your household!" Ayu is upset by herself.

"Yes, Manda. Better not to accept! The danger!" Arina Sahut. They both know the facts about me and Om Zidan. But take it easy, they're not buckets. I believe in them.

"Susttt, nothing will happen. You guys just calm down. I accepted the package. I'll give it to Om Zidan. Ets, but don't misunderstand me first. I'll probably just be quiet if I get to Bu Diah dare to step forward again!" My speech.

"Anyways, I've been ngingetin!"

"Yes, me too!" Arina is following. The cable cake broke. Keep on connecting with him.

"Okay, okay, I'm grateful that you guys have remembered me!" I took the two in turn.

"Udah, it's gone!" Ayu brushed my hand away from the drama. "Tuh, look! Your husband is waiting!"

He pointed towards Om Zidan's parked car. I don't know since when. I didn't realize it either.

"Uh, then, I go home first, yeah!" I pat their shoulders in turn.

"Patiently waiting for an invitation!" I stepped without sin leaving those who were waiting for an invitation that never came. I'd like to offer you to go home with them and they'll definitely refuse. The reason for not wanting to be a mosquito repellent between me and Om Zidan.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said as I opened the car door.

Om Zidan smiled. "Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. How was school today?"

He stroked my head, then a warm kiss landed on my forehead.

"Definitely tired, huh? I'm tired too!"

Haha. Om Zidan again why try?

"Oh, yeah, Om. It's a deposit!" I handed over the parcel that Miss Diah left.

Om Zidan's eyebrows are raised next door. Looked at me questioningly. "From who?"

"Mom Diah, he said he fell in love with Om!" I tried to smile while holding back a laugh when I saw the changed facial expression of Om Zidan.

"Keep quiet?" He looks upset. Unexpectedly, he threw the parcel into the back seat.

"Well, Om want Manda to say what? There is no way Manda would say to Ms. Diah that Om Zidan Manda's husband. And it's also impossible for me to reject the parcel?"

"But...." I heard Om Zidan exhaling in annoyance. Then he started the engine. Drove the car without another word coming out of his mouth.

'I want to say that too, Om. I want to tell all the women there are. That Om Zidan is mine! Om Zidan my husband! But for now, I can't....' My inner. I'm squirting the body. Looking out the window.

Honestly so far, there is not the slightest bit of regret in my heart for marrying sirri with Om Zidan. There is even a sense of gratitude and happiness for being able to get a husband figure as good as him.

"Sorry." Finally the word came out of my face. I was still staring out the window. Too scared to look him in the face. "I'm sorry if there's something wrong with Manda's actions and words. Sorry, Manda.."

Silent. There is no answer from Om Zidan.

"Manda knows Manda is wrong. So, sorry Manda, Om. Aja Manda's law," I said because he never issued a response as well.

"What punishment do you want?" Finally, his voice sounded. Even with a cold tone. Not as usual.

"Whatever it is, as long as Om would like to forgive Manda." I looked towards him. He's not smiling. He was actually in Drunk Wolf mode.

"Down!" He said while opening the car door. We've reached the front yard. But, but I'm really uncomfortable with Om Zidan right now. I don't think he's my OM ZIDAN.

Because I got a bad look from Om Zidan, I got out of the car. Walk behind him. He immediately took off his shoes. Open the door and go straight up to the second floor.

I was still walking like a train car. Where he goes, I go there too.

Arrive in the room. He glanced at a glance. His neat suit and shirt he had thrown on the bed. He is standing in front of the closet. While I was looking for a safe distance by standing near the door of the room.

"Come here!" He said without looking at me. It looks like he's looking for something in that closet.

"Nearlier!" His hands were busy looking. But he knew that I didn't dare approach him.

"Annisa Amanda!"

Revelations. I ran to him too. Not daring to touch even a single part of his body. He even showed off his checkered stomach to me! Basic Om-Om Handsome!

"Look!" Om Zidan gave me a box. Confused, I accepted it too.

"This is what, Om?"

"Open!"

"Letter?" Mumbles.

"Read!"

Hesitating, I opened it and read it.

Huh, what is this?

"Have you?" Om Zidan stepped closer. The gaze that had been sad turned into an affectionate gaze.

"I even received more letters from the man who put his heart on you. But me, I never delivered those letters to you at all. Because what? Because I feel jealous, Manda! I'm jealous!"

He dropped his head on my shoulder. "I don't want anyone else to express their feelings to you but me. I even said the same to them. If you were mine! I said that, so that they would no longer leave me a letter!"

I'm speechless. Saying so, I was confused as to what to say.

"And I wish you could be like that, too. At least you showed me. If you also do not want anyone else to express their feelings to me. Butwhat? You're not like that, Manda."

Huaaa. I can't take it anymore. I dropped the box. I'm keeping her body as tight as possible. That's not what I meant. It's not that I'm not afraid of losing him. It's not that I'm not jealous if anyone likes him. But, I just want to see. What does the response look like. And now, I've seen it. That he didn't like it happening to him. He also doesn't like it if it happens to me.

"Sorry Manda, Om!" The more tightly I clenched his body. Even the beating of his heart was heard by my ears.

"Now promise me, if you too will fight me?!"

"Huh, yeah. Manda promise!"

"Sincerely!"

"Me, Annisa Amanda. Promise, to fight for my husband, Muhammad Zidan Al-Ghozali!" I loudly said it.

"All right, I'll keep your promise."

Whahuh? Is it that easy to change her mood? Now he had even smiled as bright as the morning sun?

"Come, change your clothes, we'll have lunch. After that, you should serve your punishment!"

"Huh?" I was silent for a moment. "Are you not going back to the office?"

"No, why turn back, if there's anything more important in front of me!"

Oh, whoever read this. Please just. My heart was made to melt like a heated ice cream!

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After changing clothes, I went down to the kitchen for lunch. Om Zidan had already ordered a meal through the application, and may have been up to now.

"Sit down!" He pulled a dining chair for me. On the dining table there is balodo chicken, rice and satay.

"Eat a lot. So that you don't run out of energy while serving your punishment!" Said Om Zidan scaring me. His lips smiled cruelly.

Shit, I'm really scared of making it!

"What is the punishment?" I ventured to ask.

"Look at it later!"

Ck. I hope the punishment favors a gift! Astagfirullah.

I turned my back to the chair, after finishing a plate of rice, ten skewers and also one chicken thigh and a glass of water. So full.

"Udah full?" Ask Om Zidan while tidying the dining table. He arranged all the dirty dishes into one.

"Udah, and now I'm sleepy, Om. We'll take a nap, okay, Om? Play the laws later malem!" I said with a pleading look. He ignored me.

"Of!" I stood up and followed behind Om Zidan who was carrying dirty dishes into the kitchen. Om Zidan put it in the sink.

"Ah, what if I'm the one who washes these dirty dishes. Wait for me upstairs!" I said while trying to shift his body. However, my strength was certainly not enough to shift his tall, sturdy and sturdy body.

"Udah, don't look for excuses! Now sit down, and wait for me!"

Hihihi, I was again made goosebumps by his words. When he was in the room, he turned into a baby. And now, why was his Drunk Wolf mode active again?

Sitting on Om Zidan's back, that's what I'm doing now. Om Zidan never told me to just do the dishes, let alone wash his clothes. But, as a beautiful, kind wife. I sometimes force myself to do everything. I also have no other activities after school. Except at night, because Om Zidan requires to study, there is or is no PR to do.

"Are you ready?" The question from Om Zidan surprised me. I immediately stood facing the handsome Husband.

"But punishment don't be weird, Om?" I bid and he just kept quiet without staring at me.

We also walked upstairs.

Uh, but he didn't take her to the room? Walked to his reading room!

Well, I thought the punishment was anu-anu. Hehe. What the hell is my brain!

"Come in! Why just stand there?!"

My feet entered Om Zidan's reading room. All this time, I rarely went in here. Not because of anything, it's just that this place is too boring. Nothing that interests me. There were only bookshelves and thick books as well. I don't know what book.

Om Zidan crouched down in front of a table in the corner of the room. He seemed busy looking for something. Out of curiosity, I approached him.

"Search for what, Om?" I asked while crouching.

Om Zidan just looked around for a moment. And don't answer my questions anymore. Long enough, he took out all the books that were inside the desk drawer. Until a large brown book he took out.

Om Zidan smiled as he held the book. Maybe it was the book he was looking for. After that, he tidied up the books he had taken out earlier.

"Let's get out!" He pulled his hand. The thick book he carried in his right hand. His left hand held my right hand.

What a punishment, Om! How I got scared of gini!

Arriving at the door. Om Zidan smiled back viciously. He put the thick book on my desk.

"Write a love note for me!" He said as he opened the front page of the thick book, then placed a black ink pen on it.

"Just write a love letter?" I smiled at his punishment.

"Hemm, just write a love letter. But, until this book runs out, and on every page of this book you have to get your signature. And also....."

Om Zidan took a lipstick in front of the dresser.

"Don't forget her pretty stamp!" Her cry pointed at the bottom right corner of the front page of the book.

"Huh? That's right, Om?!" I'm looking at Om Zidan. His face was serious and he did not want to joke or hear any rejection.

"Well, Manda will write a love letter to her dear Om Zidan. Signature boxes, and pretty stamps too. If possible, Manda would also like to make a beautiful stamp here!" I pointed at his neck. He even laughed.

"Don't tease me!" He turned his face away. Maybe he's embarrassed.. Basic Om-Om Handsome!

"But, Om. Write her love letter later this afternoon, huh? Manda is sleepy now. Going to sleep hugging Om!" I immediately hugged his body without asking permission first. Huh, he's MY HUSBAND!

Instead of being angry, Om Zidan even back to hold my body. Bringing my body deeper into his arms. I'm comfortable, I'm really comfortable!

So that's the drama of today. OM Zidan just scared me. She said she likes to see my face tense when I'm scared. Basic, just watch out. I'll get something back in a minute!