Thaha
Romantic Or Irit....?

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The atmosphere was quiet again, I did not know what to do and had to start a topic of conversation like what, while I was not a regular SKSD with men, he said, what else did the man I just met, including Louis, so that awkward feeling still enveloped us, in addition to the attitude of Louis which is a little more rigid than most friendly and friendly Indonesians. I do not know whether basically the nature of men is like that.....? jaim that...? keep image.

it's actually not good if it's allowed to drag on, I can even feel as if there's a great distance between me and Louis. whereas at this time we were sitting on the same sofa with a distance of less than a meter. only he was busy with a tablet in his hand, whatever he was reading, maybe a job problem.....?

whereas I can only pay attention without being able to do anything, so how can I be romantic, like most couples who post their romance on social media....?

maybe they have been married for a long time.....? no wonder they can be that sweet.

although I also would not want to if I had to show public affection like that, later if there are envious how.....?

if the envious person already has a halal partner does not matter, which is a problem if the envious are those who are still single, who are still single......? how are you next....? to whom will they channel their romance....? on the bolster....?

sometimes we also have to be a little sensitive to each other, or maybe they marry him because they are both in love....? that's why they can make out easily.

and me and Louis....? sometimes remembering it makes me a little funny how fate makes such an unexpected surprise in my life

Sam came breaking his silence between us, he put down the food box that was still smoking hot smoke, as the worms in my stomach cheered loudly as the protesters asked for the price of the groceries to be lowered

Louis was still busy with a flat object in his grasp, no matter what he was doing I did not want to take a headache, my stomach was hungry and I did not want to wait any longer, my hand quickly moved some of the side dishes on the plate that Sam had also prepared

'eeemmmm, time to eat, baby worm'

I was already about to bribe the rice that was in my hands when I remembered the one hadith I had read before

in the hadith it is told how the Prophet lived with his wives and how he got along with the Ummahats

if it is not wrong, the hadith reads this:

"I drank water in a glass in menstrual condition, then I handed it to the Prophet SAW. Suddenly the Prophet SAW put his lips exactly in the former place where I drank. When I eat a piece of meat, then I leave the rest to the Prophet SAW, He also put his lips exactly on my bite marks"

the hadith conveyed by Aisyah's mother successfully thwarted my initial intention to bribe food, I glanced at Louis who was cool with flat objects, he said, like there's no sign that Louis will stop his work any time soon

with mixed feelings, misgivings, fear and confusion I ventured to direct the spoon filled with food I was about to eat to him, while I could only taste empty air, but I could only taste empty air, patience a little more no problem, right....?

"eat first"

he turned to me with a faint smile, before then a faint chant sounded as the lips said "bismillah"

Louis then opened his thin lips wide when he received my mouthful, like a welcome to a delicious meal without having to say

"thank you"

he refocused on the flat object, while on the other hand he was chewing his food with wisdom. I almost laughed at his making, why do I see his behavior as a child....?

it may be true said people, if the husband is like a big baby trapped in the body of an adult, of course he will be very spoiled for his wife

not wanting to bother with it, I bribed myself with the same spoon and food that I used to feed Louis.

it continued until the food that was in front of us was in the toilet, although the food was more in my stomach, but Louis did not seem to protest with it.

a late afternoon lunch that drains patience, and a little strange in my opinion, when was the last time I fed someone else to eat....? maybe when Absyar was still sitting in elementary school....? and that was a few years ago

I quickly cleaned the empty lunchbox and put it back in the bag, while Louis cleaned his lips with a tissue before applying the remaining orange juice

'I can go home too'

I was about to move on and say goodbye when Louis' voice again stopped my steps and also my intention to go home

"Don't go home yet, wait for me to come home from work, and we'll all go home together"

"what do I do here anyway.....?"

waiting for him to work....?

bengong.....?

actually it is not a big problem to wait until he came home from work, and also the time to go home from work is only a few hours away, although now it is almost three in the afternoon, soon to enter ashar time, soon after, and two hours after the time to go home office, right.....?

no matter the truth if I wait, but the problem is, how should I get rid of the bored sara that will occupy my mind while I am waiting for work hours to be completed.....?

two and a half hours is not a short time, even if Louis is an exemplary employee, entering and returning home from work on time, plus I forgot to bring the book I was reading lately, if there was a place of ablution here, I could at least spend some time reading the Qur'an

"yes, I dong" Louis easily replied, as if waiting was the most fun thing to do

"if bored....?" wah really looking for this new husband, how can he answer with ease the matter of emotionally draining soul, did he forget that the woman is better to wait than wait....?

"sit here" Louis took me back to sit on the long sofa I was sitting on a moment ago

after he walked to the bookshelf at the back of the desk, he looked for a while at shelf number four from below and picked up a book from there, what book....?

he again sat beside me with a book with a black cover that read "Matsnawi" the humming of eternal love by Jalaluddin Rumi, I received the book confusedly, it is also impossible for me to reject right....?

"like reading books, right....?" he asked after I received the book and held it

"like but not too fond of the overly romantic and poetic as well, tired of thinking of its implied meaning"

I do like to read, but not too like to read literary works that contain too deep implied meaning, I do not like to read books in a language that is not too understood, I do not really understand, understandably the level of my romantic nature is at a basic point

he smiled faintly when he heard my answer.thin smile that was not even able to lift the corner of his lips to form a beautiful arch.whether as expensive as his smile until he was humped does not look like a smiling person, he said, maybe I should teach him how to smile well and correctly....?

"later I will remember, for now be patient with it, may....?" Astagfirullah, have a husband who likes to learn how to be patient.good anyway, but please don't dong often

"if you read something else, can you....?" I asked by showing my mainstay puppy eyes, plus a smile as bright as the morning sun that if I showed it in front of my mother and also Rama, they would not be able to refuse my request. who knew this would also be very effective to thaw Louis, it was halal right......? so can dong.....?

"may, find yourself on the shelf, I want to continue working for a while, later we pray ashar bersama'ah, ok"

he stepped away from me and returned to struggling with the tablet that had been stuck very firmly in his grasp, no matter what he was doing there....?

leaving Louis struggling with his work, I also moved agilely among the rows of books whose title alone gave me a headache, many of which speak English

there are not only economic books, or management, but there are many other sub-fields, law, politics, cycology, religion and many others. even I found some works of poetry and philosophy just like the book that Louis gave me earlier, unfortunately I lack interest

I tried to find a novel among the pile of books that needed full concentration while reading it, unfortunately I did not find any novels there

maybe I should stick with this classic verse, but I'm sorry I'm not a lover of overly romantic things and poetic words with meanings that are difficult for ordinary people to understand

so I decided to turn my goal to the shelf containing the books of Religion

I pulled a book that caught my interest, a book with a dark blue cover, on it that said, "1001 inventions, the ending legacy of Muslim civilization"

'it looks like a very interesting book'

I carried the book in my grasp and went back to sitting on the long sofa to secure my position.I even took off my shoes and sat cross-legged comfortably on the sofa.

'maybe no guests or Louis' coworkers visit'

'let's read, while waiting for Ashar's time to come' I muttered in my heart before opening the first sheet on the book I was holding, and began to be swept away and immersed in the story and picture of the glorious civilization of Islam presented in it

as if I could dive into the story, moving on to the glimpses of the past that show the glorious picture of a prosperous country full of brilliant people and amazing scientists

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