Special Maid For Om Duda
Bad News

The ringing of screaming alarms forced me to wake up who was still feeling the ultimate drowsiness. How not we seem reluctant to end the sweet adventure of love, before the morning we just end the journey of love full of tension.

My lips curved perfectly, for the first time I woke up, both eyeballs immediately stared at the slumbering face of Mas Aarav. Again I am unceasingly grateful for the wonderful grace of God. Where when the first sight is the handsome face of the husband who is very peaceful in his sleep.

After being satisfied to look at the beauty of God's creation, I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself and after that worship, returned to displaying a new prayer. If I used to moan for a soul mate, this time I will ask again, with the presence of the fruit of love from me and also the husband.

"Mas..wake up, we pray together yuk!" I patted gently on my husband's sturdy shoulders and was still plain without any cloth sticking to his body.

Hemzzz..just the sound of Deheman going out of his sex lips, the lips that last night clashed with mine, to make a beautiful story.

"Sholat first yuk, then sleep again," I said again, when I saw Mas Aarav squirm his body.

With eyes squinting next to her and lips smiling, giving back a look of love. "What time is it?" ask her with a heavy voice and also a typical hoarse wake up.

"Fifth hour, take a shower. Lydia wait for us to pray together." I gave a towel so that my husband quickly woke up.

"Sun first," he said spoiledly, as his index finger stuck to the right and left cheeks alternately.

Cup... Cup... I also give a kiss according to what Mas Aarav wants. Our smiles are perfect for each other.

"Thank you, you are indeed an understanding wife, early in the morning get vitamin C," he murmured as he swept a blanket and wrapped a towel around his body. My chest rumbled back, I must get used to this beautiful sight.

During the mas husband bath, I also prepare the completeness for worship and change of clothes. This was my first prayer that was immediately imitated by my new priest. It feels calm even though it has not been done, this joint worship.

Not waiting for long Mas Aarav had gone outside with a towel on his waist and also hands rubbing wet hair.

"The Book." I gave clothes to the husband while waiting for the husband to get ready I went back to the sanctuary.

"The Face is." I held out perfumes and prayer mats for my husband.

"I deg-degan Dek, have long been not so the priest of prayer is afraid of misreading," said the husband before starting worship together.

"Bismillah ajah Mas, do not gerogi surely Mas can. After all, it is allowed for a wife to understand her husband who reads the Qur’nya less good, as long as the reading error does not change the meaning. If the error changes the meaning, the prayer is invalid, and must be repeated. The scholars, distinguishing the error of reading in the letter of Al Fatihah and the letters after it, the error that changed the meaning in the letter Al Fatihah then this invalidates the prayer. Moderate errors in the reading of the letters afterwards then not to cancel the prayer. That is because the reading of Al Fatihah is one of the pillars in prayer, while reading a letter after the law is sunnah. If the priest and the minister are both unable to properly read Al Fatihah then the prayer is considered valid and should both hasten as soon as possible to learn the correct reading for the next prayers" I said, with a soft voice so that Mas Aarav does not gerogi. "Lydia wants our household to be blessed by God, and together to correct our shortcomings, and to reach for His heaven" I added, of course, so that Mas Aarav would not hesitate to lead prayers. Sure enough after I convinced him that he could become a priest, Mas Aarav immediately took over to prepare to become a priest.

Two roka'at kindness opener. Well, where with our two waits, for the first time to face the Divine with humility, to ask for all good, and to thank Him for His favor.

I found peace when I kissed the back of my hand when my husband finished worshiping, and the lips of my husband landed on my forehead. I feel like all the burdens in my life are gone.

Continuing love by making out loud watching television and telling stories casually, to get to know each other.

"What time are we going to be home?" ask me while playing with my husband's hair that sleeps on my lap.

"Wait for Abis Dzuhur how?" tanyanya back.

"I follow Mas ajah," I reply briefly. Both my eyes were fixed on my flickering phone. My hands were a cell phone not far from where we were sitting.

"Who?" asked Mas Aarav, when I didn't pick up my phone right away.

"Sir, what's going on early in the morning. Are we asking to go home?" I replied, with my thumb pressing the icon of the phone.

[Assalamualaikum Ma'am, are you awake?] asked the Father from a phone call, he heard a heavy and soft voice, as if there was something that was pendam.

[Waalaikumsallam, sir. It just finished worship. What's up, sir? Is there something?" ask me kepo, because it feels impossible if it is not important you call me still in the morning. You certainly know that this hour in the size of the newlyweds is still very early in the morning.

[What's the matter sir, who's sick?] ask me with a heavy, vibrating voice. My mind was immediately on Mom. But it's not that I was okay last night. What happened to the commotion at home that usually occurs between spectators and resulted in someone being injured.

[Your sister, critical of her condition.] Your reply sounded heavy. I'm getting confused, sister? Which sister is it? Critical, why? My mind was filled with thousands of questions.

But I knew you were in shock and I didn't want to burden you with my other questions.

[Now Lydia is getting ready and going there, sir.] Nut...Nut...Without a greeting, the phone's voice was cut off.

I'm getting confused who's sick? But I tried to shake him. Let my questions be answered later in the hospital.

"What's the Deck?" the question from my husband surprised me.

"Princere phone. He said we were asked to go to the hospital. Lydia's sister is critical, "I replied following what you said.

"Whose sister? What was it yesterday that was arguing with you?" ask the husband again. While I immediately prepared all our needs because we will go straight home to the Father after the hospital.

"Entah Mas, have not had time to ask the same father. Abis Mr. Kayaknya shock. So he replied when he was in the hospital." My mind returned to guess. Which sister is approximately sick to critical.

Although in my mind it seems to be certain that the one being treated is Lyra.

Once we were ready, we headed straight to the hospital you said.

"By the woman who was talking to you yesterday is she your sister?" ask my husband in the midst of tension when he will meet a family in distress.

"True Mas exactly the youngest brother," I answered I was sure to say what made us less well.

"Keep what he says why he seems to hate you so much. What did he say was all right?" ask again very seriously. I replied with a faint smile.

"Which one? What am I bothering her husband? Let alone bother to meet papasan alone I better choose another way, even to talk if it is not a matter of work I rarely engage in conversation with her husband. Dirly was actually my future husband even one step away we would be husband and wife, but suddenly the chaos destroyed everything, my youngest brother in fact claimed to have been pregnant first with my future husband. Just imagine, after being betrayed with a very fatal betrayal do I still want to open the door sorry for them? It shouldn't be, but because of my parents I'm still acting normal, even if I don't. So Lyra's accusation, just her fear," I explained with the best of it.

Aarav also seemed surprised by my words. I even saw him shake his head a few times. It was as if my husband was shocked by what I was saying.

"So you keep quiet in saying it like yesterday with your own sister, should respect you dong," he explained.

"I have to what? Whether I defend ourselves our relationship will improve, the nature of my youngest brother is hard, and sometimes difficult to direct, even the Father and Mother better succumb than to grow up his business."

Now I see Mas Aarav nodding his head. "Indeed, sometimes in the family there are only those who are nyeleneh, difficult to direct. Hopefully your sister does not continue to continue to have her jealous nature.like she was just jealous blind so that's it. You also do not get close to her husband, let alone her ex-husband, in addition to maintaining your relationship and your sister. I'm also jealous that you're close to him."

My heart was immediately calm to hear it, because mas bojo who immediately admitted that he was jealous so that I could keep his feelings.

"Ready Mas, Lydia won't mess around, if Lydia wants to seduce Lydia's ex-husband, there's no way I'm going to leave home and work at Mas's house, Mas's house, all I do is because I want to keep my relationship with my sister is fine, if you stay at home there will be more problems," I reply, by holding the hand of a bojo mas.

"Do I have to say thank you to your sisters and your ex-husband, because of him, I met you" he licked. We continued to tell stories, especially the relationship between me and my three sisters. I and Mas Aarav have arrived at the hospital.

My heart was beating with grief because my curiosity would soon be answered. Who is sick, especially critically? We immediately set foot to find out the answer to my question.

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While waiting for the continuation of the story Om Duda dropped by yuk to another othor novel, this is great nano-nano gemes and ah....

please read the comedy first how the gemesnya those who have followed the story of Deon...