Patience of the Son-in-law
Chapter 25 - I Love You

"Why baby?" ask Faizan carefully.

"I... I_I don't want to be left alone, Mas. Quiet if not the same Mas Faizan," replied Aisha slightly blushed embarrassed.

The words accidentally came out of his lips. Without it planning. Because his mind was at a dead end for whatever reason was suitable for Faizan to believe in him.

Precisely because the sentence slid from his wife's lips suddenly Faizan who was behind Aisha's back, the man smelled a smile that further tightened his embrace on the wife's body.

"If baby comes along, I'm afraid later there baby is lonely because I live meeting. And I'm sure I'm afraid you'll be glimpsed by another man more mature than me. You can die of jealousy later on me" Faizan said in a slightly possessive and sulky tone.

Aisha who heard the words of her husband chuckled and her heart flowered beautifully. It was as if a butterfly of love was flying in the recesses of his heart at this moment carrying a large hunk of the love of a Faizan Atmajaya for him.

Then he turned his body. Before that, he had tears on his face. Then boldly, Aisha kissed her husband's entire face starting from his forehead slowly down to his eyes, cheeks, nose and lastly a glimpse of Faizan's lips. Both of Aisha's hands gently stroked her husband's cheeks and hair.

Faizan was moved because he was treated gently and felt Aisha begin to open her heart to him. But there is already love or not in the heart of his wife, he does not know.

"Mas is the man of everything to me right now and until he closes his eyes. I'm so grateful, I want to accept this imperfect me as I really am. So there's no reason for me to betray our marriage. Moreover, such sincere love for me gushing came from such an amazing man like you. It was the best and most beautiful gift of my life. I'm jealous if a man comes near me, so will I be jealous of a woman younger and prettier than me who likes my husband," aisha said seriously and sincerely.

"Is my wife really getting jealous?" faizan asked deliberately teasing which immediately made Aisha pursed her lips.

"of course. Especially the same Della, huh!" aisha said with a very upset tone her jealousy made Faizan chuckle happily because she felt she was starting to be loved by Aisha.

"These lips why advance to such a long length like the Jakarta-Surabaya toll road. Here I blow away the jealousy" Faizan said with a veiled smile.

"In what way?" ask her plain Aisha.

Without a stale Faizan also anchored a brief kiss on the lips of his wife who had previously coned long like the lips of the middle ituk sulking.

"Have you stopped yet to jealousy Mrs Faizan?" faizan asked with a happy smile.

"Ehm, slightly. Anyway Mas can not be the same decets of women named Della or another Della-Della," said Aisha without realizing that her possessive soul appears as love grows in her sanitary recesses.

"Ready grak, Mrs Faizan. If any such woman or Della comes near me please be swept clean to be away from me yes" Faizan's pinta was full of love and hope.

Aisha said, "Who my husband loves me, do it."

"What did you say just now?" faizan asked a little surprised.

"Eh, which one is Mas?" ask Aisha who does not understand what her husband means.

"That's what you said to me, ready to go on, what's the last word?" ask Faizan back.

"My husband" replied Aisha pretending not to know.

Aisha accidentally teases Faizan after she understands what her husband is asking.

"Not that. The last word after my husband," said Faizan a little anxious.

Without the ba-bi-bu Aisha immediately hugged her husband and whispered affectionately in Faizan's ear.

"My love, I love you."

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