Thaha
The incident ended sweetly

I approached with a light step hoping that he would not notice my existence, my hand was getting tighter grasping the flower vase I had taken from the room, I was already prepared when we were very close, my right hand had even lifted the vase high, ready to smash it right in his head, of course, the most vital place would be very easy to knock it off later, my left hand touched his shoulder

"hi, Thah"

with a slow motion he turned his face away, my hand I put in such a way as not to hurt too much if I hit the vase I was holding, cold sweat is not something I like anything else when grasping something, it is easy to miss the problem

I hit the vase quickly and violently right on his forehead until my hand holding the vase felt a tremendous pain, I could even feel his piercing pulsation, sharp, or is there a piece of glass that might have pierced my palm....?

it looks like the vase broke when I smashed it earlier, of course, before the vase fell to pieces on the floor

she screamed in pain with her hands holding her slightly bloody temple, her face looking up with an expression that was still grimacing with pain, how shocked I was when I found out that she was someone I knew

"oh my god, Albi, that was great welcoming to great your husband, when he's home"

my eyes are perfectly rounded when I find out if the human in front of me is currently none other than and not my beloved husband who said he was returning home

innallah, it looks like I made a mistake this time

"Astaghfirullah, sorry, sorry, sorry, sick...? I thought you were the kidnapper" I frantically tried to get rid of her hand that was still holding her injured forehead

I gulped to wet my dry throat, my heart was already in pain from fear, surprise and worry

my hand quickly checked the condition of his forehead which was the victim of a misunderstanding, Abaghfirullah seemed to be quite bad, I grimaced when I saw him, I grimaced, but I am also grateful because the wound is not as bad as the lump of his forehead which now looks swollen, it looks like tomorrow will be bigger than this, Thank God the vase I used earlier is still quite small in size, arguably quite small, if not..? I'm sure the wound must have needed sewing, and I'd be more guilty if it happened

"let me clean up for a while" I was about to move when Louis' hand gently pulled my wrist

"your hand is also hurt, come here" Louis led me to sit on his lap in place of the laptop he had put him on the table, I didn't even think much about the fate of my hand, I'm still quite surprised to know the fact that I just hit my husband's head with a flower vase to the bump and even got hurt, amazingly not me, indeed a good wife, indeed, husband returns home to welcome flower vase, Abaghfirullah

"Louis....?" I gave a questionable look with squinting eyes

'disrespectful' I cursed inwardly because of my slightly disrespectful attitude towards Louis

I squirmed uncomfortably and tried to get off Louis' lap

"quiet for a minute ok, let me see your hands, blood's pretty much" I no longer thrashed and tried to calmly let Louis check my hands

he pressed something beside the sofa and after that a beautiful girl with a height as high as wearing the typical clothes of a flight attendant came to us, he asked what Louis needed with polite language and a professional attitude as he stood by us

"please bring us a box of first-aid and mineral water" Louis said with a gaze that was still focused on my hand, he was still trying to clean up the blood that turned out to be flowing quite a lot with the tissue and trying to check for any glass fragments that might have been left inside, it seemed like my hand was injured quite badly, kualat Karna welcomes husbands in an extraordinary way....?

I glanced with my tail at the flight attendant brother who was currently surprised to see my condition and Louis who was bleeding, he said, obviously he was surprised especially when he saw Louis' forehead that was bad enough in addition to my hand which was also no better than Louis' forehead which was no longer smooth, no longer smooth, I don't know what he's thinking right now...? hopefully it's not something strange

"mister needs a doctor, to help treat the master's forehead and the lady's hand....?" he did not ask any further, though I did see a flurry of confusion and curiosity from his face

" no need, that's all, thank you"

after he left without asking anything more, it seemed that he already knew Louis's non-talking and slightly cold attitude, and was already used to it, perhaps. of course, his attitude doesn't apply to me

"sick...?, it seems I have to rethink when I want to give you a surprise" Louis' hand still pressed against my palm with a tissue to stop the bleeding

"should have been, I forgot to tell you, if I also mastered martial arts and horseback riding" at first I just wanted to scare Louis away, but looking at her shady gaze made me feel a little guilty about it

"why wake up...?.?, it's still one o'clock at night Indonesia time" unexpected topic changes, not just we discussed the problem of surprise that led to violence....? maybe this is better

"we are not in Indonesia....? where to go, to use the show kidnap girls people" I said the last sentence with a jail tone, although there was no difference at all with the expression of his face, it seems I have to often teach him how to joke, he said, why was Louis so at home with his flat expression......?

"later will also know where we are going, still remember the appearance if still a girl, when to change a hundred.....?" Astagfirullah things, may Louis reply to my words with a punch of talak like this

I quickly closed her lips with my fine palm

"ih, his mouth, very smooth without ram, embarrassed to know if anyone heard how.....?" I looked frantically at the flight attendant brother who was walking towards us with a hidden smile

"so when.....? tonight is okay.....?" Louis instead deliberately continued his words after successfully getting rid of my hands that closed his lips, I who panicked even more trying hard to close his lips which seemed to forget today to learn about morality

astaghfirullah, shame, what else when the flight attendant brother looked at me with an amused look, he even widened his smile, Allah, Karim

I tried to hide my face on Louis's neck, trying to avoid the amused look of the flight attendant's sister

'o Allah Zu Shy'

it is true that the wife should not refuse the husband's request as well as the hadith narrated by Imam Tirmidhi

"If a husband invites his wife to gather, the woman should come to him even if she is in the kitchen.” (CHR. Tirmidhi)

but we have agreed at that time, not to do it in the near future, besides this time is also not the right time to discuss this, right.....? on the plane.....? of course, this is certainly not the way that will be chosen to spend time on the plane while waiting for the plane to land at the destination right...? even by a long-married couple, what else is a new couple like us.....?

not that the husband must also understand the condition of the wife yes, the Prophet is just understanding waiting for his wife, Louis cook can not wait a moment, not until the year too, but I am ready, Allah will not be as long as Allah's Messenger, Allah

“That the Prophet SAW married Aisha ra, when Aisha was seven years old and Aisha gathered with the Prophet SAW when she was nine years old, while Aisha's toys with her, and Aisha's children, and the Prophet SAW died when Aisha was eighteen years old. (CHR. Muslim: 3546)

"this is the master of the box and the water, there's more I can help you sir.....?" she placed the box on the table carefully, her professional smile back on her lips gracefully

"just enough, you may come back" after Louis said that, I heard footsteps away, maybe he went back to disappear somewhere like before, maybe in a special cabin for the staff.....? I don't know

"hi, he's gone" Louis patted me on the back with a pat and a gentle sweep

I peeked over Louis' back to make sure he was gone

"ih, I'm ashamed to know" I hit Louis in the chest with a light blow, and Louis just laughed at my punch, I was even astonished at him because only this time I saw Louis laughing with his teeth, even though his voice sounded soft, Sunnah Rasulullah was not the father of this husband, at all, laugh not out loud but shy cat with a soft voice, amazing is not it......?

"hold on a little bit, maybe it'll hurt a little" Louis refocused on my injured palm, he rubbed the wound medicine that turned out to be a little sore to make me grimace at it

"luckily not too deep, next time remember to wear something solid and not easily broken" he said, instead sounding like a slightly horrible suggestion in my ears, as if this incident would happen again, he was planning to kidnap me next time....?

"ok, I'll remember, In the Lord" though I really hope I will never be in a situation that requires me to use violence, is it not good to argue with my husband........?, so it's wrong

"good girl" her outstretched hand touched the tip of my nose like Louis had done before

we were still sitting in silence, enjoying the silence above the clouds clutched with the dark of the night and the stars, I was even still in my position, she said, sitting on Louis' lap with Louis' perfectly round hands shackled my waist

"so, can we pray the Sunnah tonight....?" it seems that this time Louis was really serious about his desire to do worship that singles would not be able to do

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm down and steady myself

'bismillah, what God does not intend to happen, then it will be'