Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
HER, MY WIFE!- 08. Whose fault?

Ahkam stands between the room divider for boys and girls. He's done listening', and get the value of L (Current). While waiting for other friends, Ahkam decided to sit there. Peeping Cila who is being listened to' iqro' also by the Mother.

Ahkam's eyes never moved from the object he was looking at. Still small Ahkam can already distinguish which is beautiful to look at and which is damaging to the view.

Ahkam hurriedly shifted his gaze as soon as he saw Cila also staring at him. Now the little girl has walked closer to Ahkam, carrying a mukena bag of light pink, with small blue flowers.

"Belk!" Sapa Cila, without awkward she sat beside Ahkam. Enter the special room. Ahkam shifted his body a little. Giving a wider room for Cila to sit.

"Mother Cila's brownie cake is delicious, right?" Ask Cila. Because he happened to come with Mommy when delivering to Ahkam's house. They also take orders from people. If the delivered to the house Ahkam is special, as a greeting to know from Mother to Mama Ahkam.

"Enak, it tastes sweet--" Ahkam thought for a moment. "But sweeter smile Cila."

The heresy of Zidan was again applied by the boy! This time it wasn't Mama who was the victim!

"It's also sweet!" Cila bowed shyly. He was not ashamed because he had returned Ahkam's rebuke. But because the fathers were sitting not far from them, whistling themselves with the two whistles.

"Oh, still a child already pinter arable-combalan. Ustadz Agam with Papa Zidan. You'll be besan!" said one of them, make Ahkam or Cila immediately stand up, and run away from them. Ahkam entered the room again. Likewise with Cila who again sat next to Mother.

Seeing that, the fathers just shook their heads slowly. This news should they pass on to Ustadz Agam and Papa Zidan, they thought.

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"Remember...." Manda pinched Zidan's arm as hard as he could, then beat Zidan with a pillow, because Zidan just laughed without any guilt. It could be that the man proudly told me about Ahkam who had raided Cila.

The fathers were intent on conveying what they heard and saw to Ustadz Agam and Zidan. Which is only responded to as a joke of a child by both.

But it is different with Manda. He did not like such jokes at all, Manda did not want to plant bad seeds on her Son. He did not want Ahkam to grow up as a young man who was just big and sweet in speech. But not with proof!

"Oh, oh, my goodness!!" Zidan immediately pulled Manda's hands together. Until the girl fell into his arms.

"Okay, I'm sorry, yeah. I don't mean to teach Ahkam gombalin people like that. I just taught him, made it like to his mom. I never asked him to like that to everyone. Especially to Cila!" obviously Zidan. Slowly he stroked Manda's back, trying to melt her heart.

"So really, what brother taught Ahkam?" Manda rebels. Trying to escape Zidan's embrace.

"How many people have you been together all this time? You've never heard of Manda!"

"Astaghfiullah!" Zidan shook his head slowly. Manda could think there. But the power is exciting too, if he knows Manda.

"I've never done anything about you, which means it's a sign that I'm not kidding about how I feel about you! If the others are just kidding me!"

This time Manda bit Zidan's chest. Hard enough, until Zidan was startled and whimpering in pain.

"Oooo, so that's how it's been playing all this time!! No flirting to the wife, but the nebar is floundering here and there!"

Manda also knows that Zidan is just fishing for his jealousy. But it's okay, Manda will follow the flow of Zidan's game. After all Zidan who will be dizzy himself and begging for an apology from him.

"Well, what else!" Instead of choosing to end, Zidan even increased the fire.

"Yes already that Manda also want a vegetable gombalin tomorrow morning!"

"Currently, the vegetable maker has been combined, since when did my wife's taste decline? If the rival is still a vegetable mah, it can be guaranteed that Abang is far superior!"

"Yes, change with Mike!"

Instantly, Zidan immediately tightened his embrace.

"Don't try!"

"There are no nets, you no longer catch fish!" Zidan kept tightening his embrace. Don't want to know, as long as Manda doesn't look back at Mike Angelo! Toughest competition.

"Lepasin, Bang, tight!"

"No want! You have a brother!"

"Yes-yes, Mike's Manda!"

Zidan slammed his body into the mattress, locking Manda's body with his.

"Say it again!" His gaze now looks so sharp. As if ready to pounce on Manda, if Manda to dare provoke the old jealous fire extinguished.

"Hehehehe, his Manda Muhammad Zidan Al-Ghazali!"

"Some, who's fighting the storm first!" Manda grumbled, but his hand still stroked Zidan's head that was buried in his chest.

"Don't Mike's lyrics anymore!"

"Yes!" Manda smiled amusedly, who started who ended up. Who challenges who loses first.

"Don't follow Mike anymore!"

"Yes!"

"Abang was just kidding!" Zidan looked up, looking at Manda's face. Then again drowned his face, appreciably, taking advantage of the opportunity in narrowness.

"You know, the whole universe also knows that his love is just like Manda!" manda said according to the facts.

Zidan smiled faintly, because Manda still had so much faith in him. Therefore Zidan always promised himself not to undermine the trust that Manda had given him.

Just as Zidan was getting comfortable with his position, the door of their room was suddenly knocked. Ahkam's voice called out to Zidan and Manda. Inevitably Zidan immediately woke up from his comfortable position.

"Patience, yes!" Manda gave a glimpse of Zidan's lips before moving down from the bed, and opened the room door.

"Ahkam, Ahkam why, honey?" Manda crouched down, rubbing Ahkam's head slowly. The boy had fallen asleep when Manda and Zidan left his room. Even Manda had a chance to check again, before he went upstairs.

"What's the nightmare again, son?" ask Zidan. Approaching Manda and Ahkam who were standing in front of the room door.

"Mom and Dad's dream, Pa--" Ahkam's eyes showed that the boy was holding back tears. Implied a deep longing for the two figures who had already left him.

"Here, Papa's hero!" Zidan immediately held Ahkam, calming Ahkam so that he would not remember his dream.

"Darling, please turn on the mural spiker!" pinta Zidan's. He meant that Ahkam was calmer after hearing the recitation of the holy Quran.

The chanting of the holy Quran began to sound, Manda immediately locked the door of the room, then joined Ahkam and Zidan on the bed. Ahkam seemed calm in Zidan's arms, the boy even went back to sleep in the warm arms of his father.

"Let him sleep here." Manda rubbed Ahkam's head which made Zidan's arm a pillow. The girl also suddenly felt a longing for her parents. But he treated the longing by awarding Al-Fatiha's recitation to them.

Not to forget also Manda prayed for Father and Mother Ahkam. Because after all, Ibu Ahkam was once one of the people who gave support and encouragement when he was at his weak point. And that is the reason why Manda wanted to raise Ahkam as her son. The subtle term, Manda wants to repay the kindness that Mother Ahkam has done.

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