Pursuing the Love of My Husband
The Part 13 MCS
#Pursuing the Love of My Husband part 13 (Annisa's Other Side)
The marriage leave that the company gave me is still one week away.
Annisa's taking care of her orders. As for me, just sitting in the front yard.
Actually, I have offered help, just packing and pasting the receipt is not difficult and does not require special skills, which is important to be careful.
But Nisa refused, she kept telling me to rest. Since our wedding, I have only slept and watched tv occasionally.
Actually it's uncomfortable, because I'm a person who can't keep quiet. Today I decided to help Ummi in the store.
I'm saying goodbye to Annisa. As usual, he forbade. But I insisted, because there was no activity, I became saturated. He finally allowed. I went after Ummi who had been gone since this morning.
Arriving at the market, it looks like Ummi employees are busy serving buyers who are quite crowded.
“It just so happens that you came, Ki. We are overstretched serving buyers. But, is it not a hassle?“
“Iki is saturated, Ummi. So Iki came here to help.”
“Alhamdulillah if so, please you ask the buyer over there, what is needed. From earlier no one has served because others are busy.”
“Siap, Ummi.”
Ummi wholesale shop is complete with a fairly cheap price, so this store is never empty. In addition, during holidays, Ummi is loyal to give THR to its customers.
“Assalamaicum, Ummi. Is nisa not?”
A woman of the same age as Annisa said hello. Coincidentally the store is closed because it has entered the prayer time Dzuhur.
All Ummi employees, especially men, are required to congregate at the Mosque. It seems, all customers already understand, because every time you pray, customers become quiet.
“Waalaikumsalam, Uh, Wafa. Nisa's at home, she's not coming here because there are more orders. What's the matter?”
“Kirain is there, because her husband is there hehe. Wafa can you please drop this off to Nisa?”
“What is this, dear?”
“List the names of villagers next door who deserve help this month, Ummi. Names that enter the list include some underprivileged widows, and orphans, also elderly. Total of 35 people. Financial report already Wafa sent in email. This is it, Ummi. Because Wafa there is an event on campus, will not be able to go to Nisa.”
“Iya, Ummi will deliver. Thank you, yes Nduk. Be careful on the road.”
After saying the greeting, the woman named Wafa left in a bit of a hurry.
From the conversation of Ummi and Wafa, it seems they held a social service event.
I who just finished praying congregation still stand staring at Ummi who was reading the list of names of recipients of aid on a piece of paper in his hand.
“What is it, Ummi?” I tried asking Ummi out of curiosity.
“Oh, this is a list of names of people who deserve help, Ki.”
“Ummi and Nisa are her donors?”
Ummi.
“Not completely. So, since at the cottage, when Nisa sat in the second grade of High School, she formed a community, her name is DURIPERI community which stands for Two Thousand Perhari. They raised two thousand from other santri, they also opened donations from the web and social media managed by Annisa. Since then, once a month, Nisa and her friends often come directly to give their alms. Usually in the form of basic food, if there is still more money than donors, yes given also with the money.”
Nyess...
Besides being sholeh and meek, I now find the other side of Annisa, the benefactor. One extra point should be a reason to admire Nisa.
Behind his simple life, it turns out that many souls feel the benefits of his kindness.
While enjoying a break while chatting with Ummi, suddenly I got a call from Mr. I said Mom was sick.
Annisa looked very worried, on the way to my house, Nisa did not stop praying for Mother's recovery.
“Mas, stop first at the supermarket right around the corner, yes.”
Annisa pointed towards the supermarket which was at the intersection of the red light.
“You bought what it is,?”
“Then on the phone, I said, I don't want to eat. Nisa wants to buy fruit, so that there is food that goes into the stomach of Mother.”
I nodded in agreement.
He was so keen to watch Mom. I'm the only one whose son didn't have time to think about it. MasyaaAllah's.
***
“Assalamualaikum”
Greet us at the same time when you find you welcome at the door.
“Waalaikumsalam, the aura of a newlywed marriage is always different, yes. Bringing a positive aura, hehe. Nggih, enter. Mom is in room.”
“His temperature is still high Sir?”
I said as I walked into Mom's room.
“Still, even though already taking medicine from doctor.”
Annisa immediately rushed over to Mom. Put your hand on your forehead to check your body temperature.
“Subhanallah, so hot Mom. Annisa compressin, ya”
“Ndak need to trouble Nduk. I just have a normal fever. It will soon heal too. Father is so, always make people worry, even though Mother has said, do not tell you.”
“Lho, where can it be, ma'am. That's a sign that you're very worried about Mom. This is Annisa bring fruit, so that there is food that goes into your stomach. Annisa's going to the kitchen to get some water to compress, yeah. What fruit do you want to eat? Later Nisa peelin.”
“Pir only yes, Nduk. Sorry, Mom so troublesome”
“Annisa doesn't feel bothered yet, Bu.”
He went to the kitchen with two pears. Actually, Annisa brought some kind of fruit. There are red apples, pears, oranges and papayas.
But I only chose two pears. Before long, he returned with water to compress, and a plate filled with fruit that had been cut into pieces.
Patently, she takes care of Mom. Compressing, massaging, rubbing drugs into each body of the mother. His movements were very proficient, it seemed like he was already used to doing this to Ummi. They chatted with each other, occasionally Annisa comforted Mom.
They don't look like sons-in-laws and in-laws, Mother and Annisa's closeness, beating my closeness to Mom.
I was happy to see them, especially seeing the many other sides of Annisa's personality, it felt like being a little insecure. How can God present such a woman to me who has so many flaws?
Annisa's sweet, smart, sholehah, but why is it so hard for me to love her? I should how? It's been her husband for a week, but I haven't been able to fulfill my obligations.
As a man, being in one room and sleeping one bed with women is definitely growing orgasm.
Moreover, this is the first time for me as well as for Annisa. But, I want to place orgasm on him with love, not just out of sheer lust. In order for Annisa to get her right, born and also inner.
That's why I'm always looking for her, especially, Nisa used to tease me with the scanty clothes she wore when she was about to sleep.
He never asked, let alone told me to do it by force. He knew I wasn't ready to touch him.
Seriate...