The Holy Marriage Storm
The moon that is reached

"Get it.. !" Yudha told Suci to get in her car, "I don't want anything to happen to you again." Yudha said to the Holy One who was waiting for an angkot.

"No sir., I can go home alone."

"Come on.., don't be stubborn"

"No, Mr. Yud, I don't want to trouble you every day."

"You're so stubborn." Yudha got out of the car, behind her feelings for Saints, there was a sense of anxiety that Yudha himself did not understand.

Yudha picks up the phone in her pants pocket and opens one app and orders an online motorcycle taxi.

"Wait here for a minute, the online object will be coming your way home soon."

"Sir Yudha order ojek for me?" Ask the Saint who hardly believes.

"Yes, because you don't want me to drop off. Yes uda.. I orderin ojek online only." Yudha was still accompanying the Saints, worried that the things that happened yesterday had happened again. "Part of you modern era gini do not have a cell phone anyway?"

Hearing the words of Holy Yudha was silent, not that she did not have a cell phone, but all the goods were still in her husband's house.

"It's hard to get the first paycheck, buy a cell phone." Yudha pointed at her cell phone. "Let's not say too much."

"Emang sir enough to buy a cell phone?" Holy asked while ridiculing. Do not buy a mobile phone, just make a daily meal just be grateful.

"If it's not enough, then I'll be the one who's more vulnerable."

The saint felt bad because Yudha seemed too kind to him.

10 Minutes wait, finally the taxi in Yudha's message came too.

"Well, come home quickly!" Yudha approached the taxi driver's brother, "According to the application bang?"

Yudha took cash from her wallet, gave it to Ojek's brother.

"Don't Yudha sir, let me pay you myself."

"Have not talked much. Hurry up there!" Yudha's word to the Holy.

"Thank you very much Yudha sir." Holy words that have been on the motorcycle ojek.

"Yes." Yeah." Yudha reinserted her wallet and phone. "Take him home safely ya bang."

"Ready sir.." Said brother ojeng sprightly.

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Adi's car drove quickly to the address that had been sent by Pak Hadi security.

One of his men got information about the whereabouts of Adi's wife from one of the angkot drivers.

The angkot driver, who had been helping and looking for a rented house for Saints, apparently learned that Suci was the wife of a rich man who was in search.

Just knowing that he immediately reported to one of Adi's men. Yes, of course with the intention to get the exact reward.

30 Minutes across the road shared by Mr. Hadi finally Adi arrived in front of a small house.

Adi was really looking forward to meeting with Saints. Adi walked towards the terrace of the house, unfortunately the house still looks lonely.

"Is the Holy One really living here?" Mumbled Adi alone. Adi took a cell phone, looking at the photo sent by his security guard earlier. Same, the house was exactly the same as the one in the photo.

Adi waited patiently, he was sure his wife was out of the house and was coming soon.

"Thank you sir" said the Holy Word to bang ojek.

Sacred was flabbergasted to see a figure standing on the porch of his house, a figure very familiar to him.

There is a sense of happiness that neither can describe, a week apart feels like a year.

The love that has been intertwined almost sewindu makes the two seem like the first time they met.

Tears of happiness fell in the Holy eyes, his longing is now treated already.

Holy walked slowly, as she reached in front of her husband. Sacred looked at that face fixedly, the face that was always in his heart, the face that always made him smile happily, a face that could never be replaced by anyone.

There were no tears of Saints dripping, not tears of sorrow but tears of happiness.

The two hugged each other, Suci was very fond of her husband's masculine scent. It's still the same, nothing has changed.

Unlike Adi who feels the difference from the scent of his wife. Not fragrant and seharum first.

"I miss you so much, man.." Tears of Sacred happiness still flowed down her smooth cheeks.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, but why is it so hard to find you."

"Yes...,"

After the two finished in a longing drift, they entered the house.

Adi felt very guilty, Suci had to live in such a small house alone.

"Let's go home!"

"No mas," Sacred fell silent, his face turning moody.

"Why dear?, the house is your home too."

The saint bowed down, eyed all that had happened. He felt that he could no longer stay one roof with his mad sister.

"Mas.., if you want me to stay there you should have prevented Laras. I'm not going home, I don't want them to slander me anymore."

Hearing the Holy words, Adi simply fell silent. For everything that happened, Adi was also guilty. Why he as the head of the household was unable to prevent his young wife from expelling his old wife.

At that moment he was so weak, like a lion that lost fangs.

"Honey.., how can I let you live alone in this house."

"Mas.., I'm fine. I can take care of myself." Saints looked at Adi's face, her gaze sharp. "You see, I'm fine."

"I never thought it would all be like this." Adi bowed listlessly.

For a moment both were silent, in each other's minds.

crutches.krucuk.. The sound of an empty stomach ripped the minds of the two of them.

"O Allah.. are you hungry..?" Holy asked with a sweet smile.

"Hey..." Adi nods.

Suci was still smiling looking at her husband, "I made fried rice huh? wanna?"

"That's a wonder," Adi looked at Suci, he never got tired of looking at the face of the woman who had been his wife for 10 years. "Week does not eat your cooking. I think my stomach is calling you, baby."

"Mas Adi can.." The saint stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Before starting to cook, he took off his hijab first, put the purple hijab in the hanger.

Her beautiful hair was broken, Suci just took off the hijab in front of an Adi. Other than Adi, no other man could see the beauty of Holy hair.

there was a little rice this morning. Before leaving for work, Suci took the time to cook rice and potluck dishes. Sometimes you eat only with an omelet.

Three cloves of shallots, one sing of garlic, and a little salt were ready to puree.

After the seasoning is smooth, Saints saute it in the already hot oil. The fragrant aroma immediately spread throughout the room.

Adi who smelled the scent immediately made his stomach increasingly scream for rations.

Adi stood towards the kitchen, on the deckapnya Sacred body that was ripping rice on the frying pan. Adi kissed the holy crown.

"I miss you so much, baby.." Adi said cordially, both of his hands coiled around the Holy belly.

Sacred turned towards Adi, smiling spoiledly. "I miss you so much too.."