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Romantic Or Iritic 2

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time passed so quickly, that it did not feel we had gone through three mandatory prayers together.I was surprised earlier when I heard how Louis chanted verses of the Qur'an when he became a priest of the magrib and isya prayers, even though I had heard her reading at our wedding.

for some reason his melodious voice was always able to bewitch me to explore its meaning and remember it clearly in my mind, even I cried in silence when Louis read the letter of At-Tahrim, especially in the first verse to the sixth verse, my heart seemed to be pierced by a gripping fear.

although in that verse God tells the story of the prophet and his wife, but that verse also implies that a husband may divorce wives who violate the law of Shara'.

although I married Louis because I had to, it does not mean that I want to throw myself into the pit of Shara's law just to be divorced. Amit-amit, O Allah

astaghfirullah

the verse also teaches that in fact we women should be able to keep our household a secret, and as if Louis wanted me to be able to keep every secret in the household we live in today.

which is not an easy thing to do. with the conditions of an increasingly sophisticated era, social media is scattered everywhere, later if I even kebablasan make posts that should not be, he said, may it not be so, Amit-amit, na'usdzubillah min dzalik

but when I heard the sixth verse from his reading my heart felt cool and relieved, as if I could breathe very freely after being tightly bound by the fear that was shackling me.

when I heard Louis chant the verse, as if he were telling me "be calm, I will keep you in the world to the hereafter", my smile grew perfectly just from remembering that

I was shocked when I felt Louis' big hand grab my hand in his and carry it in his lap

"ih, danger knows, driving with one hand" I tried to release the hand that held my hand tightly, not because of anything, I was just afraid, driving with one hand is not a good thing to do

"again jammed, InsyaAllah Aman" he again focused on the road in front of him which is full of long queues of cars of various types and models. returning home in the hours of home office is not a wise choice, indeed, in addition, the road that we pass is the main road, and this road often gets a subscription stuck during the crowded hours

"but my hands are dry" I feel uncomfortable with sweaty hands and have to come into contact with other people

I'm afraid they will feel uncomfortable with it, besides that I'm not used to holding hands with men, it seems like the thought has begun to erode slowly

" it's okay, my wife's sweat" yeah, it's just a little foreign to me, but never mind, Louis doesn't have a problem with that either, maybe I should familiarize myself with the skinship that I will suddenly accept

this is the reality of marriage.Sometimes we have to adjust to new things, even with things we did not like before

"where are you going, why turn...? shouldn't we be straight....?" I asked puzzledly as I watched us cross a different path to the one we were supposed to cross. I was pretty sure that this was also not the way to the house that Louis lived in

"we're dinner first huh" I don't understand if Louis said it in a question tone or in a command tone....? inevitably we'll still go out to dinner tonight

how else would you like....? the car I was riding in stopped right in front of the roadside tent that is used by my favorite street vendors, I really like to buy a chicken pen in front of the alley, and I think eating this roadside taste no less delicious than the famous restaurant food that served in a colorful garrison

imagine fried duck and fried chicken with spicy chili sauce

plus soy sauce made me almost drool, even though I had just eaten three hours ago

I don't know where the food went....? maybe already divided by baby worms inhabit my intestine. let's forget for a moment if the food in the stomach takes six to eight hours to go to the intestine. provided we keep in mind "eat after hunger and stop before full." that's his patent formula

I got out of the car, walked right behind Louis who was walking first, as we entered the still-deserted tent, the salesman greeted Louis intimately, maybe Louis often buys food here....? until the father no longer had to ask what food Louis would order

"What do you want to eat...?" Louis asked me when the salesman asked "what else would you like to order..?"

when women are asked about food, of course, the answer is "dilemma". the same as today, the dishes presented look delicious and appetizing. fried chicken with a variety of variants presented with a very tempting, very tempting, not to mention the fried duck and the black duck, I felt like tasting everything

but unfortunately I won't be able to spend it all at the same time, and the hardest thing to do is "choose" which meal I should eat tonight

when Louis took a very short time to decide on his choice, it took me a little longer than usual, the more options presented, the more difficult it was to choose

"wine fried duck...?"

fried duck seems not too bad, but fried chicken with chili-studded chili is also very good to eat

so I decided to shake my head

"fried chicken...?" Louis asked again when he saw me shake my head

black seasoning duck seems more tempting than fried chicken

so I decided to shake my head

"lele....?"

catfish, not bad either, but I don't want to eat catfish

"so....?"

o Allah, the matter of choosing food alone I have been this confused, what else by choosing something more complicated and complicated than just choosing to eat

"fried dumplings, they look good"

I giggled with amusement when I heard Louis' heavy breath, how else, I was also confused about which one to eat, and fried duck was not a bad choice also to eat as dinner

I can only pray in my heart 'may my husband patiently face my nature on this one'

we ordered two servings of food with two warm teas as a companion, fried chicken for Louis and fried duck for me

I was about to position my plate right in front of me, when Louis' hand shifted it and shifted the plate that should be in front of him to move right in front of me, replacing my plate that had shifted to the edge, pity the fate of my disc set aside

I stared in concern at my disc that was set aside

"wrong...?" I looked at him in surprise, with slightly raised eyebrows

"we ate this first yes, mumpung deserted no other buyers"

you mean Mr. Aslan....?

"this is the story of eating a plate together...? seriously....?" I asked in a very slow voice, afraid that the father and mother of the seller would hear, 'shame'

"Sunnah Rosul it" Louis answered without burden as if this was not an important issue

it's in public father, shy to see people, God yes Karim sometimes yes

"shy"

although my lips were embarrassed, my hands quickly scooped up the rice and side dishes to feed Louis who was looking at me with a thin smile of his trademark

"well, Mister can be romantic as well" the merchant father who saw us, even making us jokes, even now they are cool to laugh at Louis's attitude which he said was authoritative, it turns out to have a spoiled attitude too

oh, my God, Robbi

I could only ignore their throttling by busying myself feeding Louis and eating my own part of course, even though I was a little upset with Louis, but I am also grateful that at least I can taste the chicken and also the fried duck are delicious, not enough to make ngirit.....?

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