The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 48 Old Photos

After dinner and continuing the chat Misela and Dzakir went to her room.

"Honey you sleep first, I want to work first in the next room." Dzakir said as he stroked the straight hair of Misela who was sitting sweetly on the bed.

"Don't sleep malem-malem huh Mas?" Misela.

"Maybe it will be late at night dear work Mas happened to be a lot. It could even fall asleep in the next room. Such a habit."

"That's why I don't sleep. Now that habit must be changed." Misela moody.

"It's a good thing your husband is busy with his job."

"It's good that I am lonely."

"If your husband is constantly looking at his wife who is so beautiful and adorable this way might be strong without touching you dear."

"Hehehe patiently, I can hold it for a few more days."

"Eat him it's better Mas overslept at the workbench than sleeping here. How strong to smell your body dear."

"Iihh Mas kayak is ah. Then I'll see you work."

"You need to rest. Let the spit heal and increase your husband's immunity and faith."

"Again immunity and faith means what the hell."

"Not to be thought of. If you have not been sleepy watch your favorite drakor yes."

"Yes, my husband is right with everything he says."

"No, I can't do that. Hehe, I'm working first."

Misela simply nodded with a slight frown. Dzakir walked to the door. Before actually going out Dzakir turned his back on seeing his wife again.

"Darling you've never said that?"

"Say what Mas?"

"Say that."

"What the hell don't make me even more so."

"I love you my wife. Sleep well yes. Assalamu'alaikum."

Misela smiles shyly. Dzakir had never said that before and after they got married a few days ago.

"Not answered anyway?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. I love you too hubby."

Dzakir came out of the room and Misela chose to sleep.

The alarm on Misela's phone has been vibrating on the table near her bed. That's a sign that time has shown at three in the morning. Misela woke up and was about to perform evening prayers. But Misela did not find her husband sleeping in the room.

"So Mas Dzakir actually fell asleep at his desk? Let me wake up for a night of prayer."

Carefully and slowly Misela came down from her bed because the stomach that had not been painful now feels pain even her palms also feel itchy even the pain of farts.

"W his wounds now feel the pain. That means the anesthesia is real. Hm but I have to be strong. Just a wound like this cannot break my Istiqomah for evening prayer. Bismillah." Misela forced herself to wake up.

She took an instant hijab to cover her hair and walked to Dzakir's office. During this time Misela had never entered the Dzakir workspace. With a slow Misela opened the door and sure enough Misela saw her husband was sleeping on the table with his hands so her pillow.

He looked around the room. Very neat and lots of books arranged perfectly in place. The room is quite spacious even there is a very comfortable sofa also to sleep on but Dzakir instead chose to sleep on the table.

Misela stepped closer to her husband. How immediately smiling with the width of Misela when she saw a photo with a small frame that was held by Dzakir.

It's a photo of her wearing a rectangular veil of lilac color. There was clearly Misela who was smiling in a candid style. Misela doesn't even remember what it was and when.

"When does he have my picture? Mas Dzakir really harbored his love for me long ago. Once you're so patient and loyal my husband."

On his trunk Dzakir cheeks for Dzakir to wake up. But Dzakir still did not wake up. Finally Misela kissed her cheek.

Dzakir also opened his eyes and rubbed yes so that his eye retina can see perfectly.

"What are you doing here?" Ask Dzakir while yawning. "I'm sorry I fell asleep here. You must be angry, right?" Dzakir stood up and stroked Misela's head.

Misela who was so moved because she saw the pot earlier immediately hugged Dzakir very tightly.

"Mas I'm really the luckiest woman in the world for having a husband like you."

"Why suddenly say that?"

Misela looked up at her husband's face and still hugged him.

"Can't you?"

"Yes, I can."

"Now, what's the matter?"

"Three o'clock in the morning it's time to pray tahajud congregation."

"God my wife. Okay we pray tahajud."

Misela still did not want to let go of her embrace.

"Darling don't dong. You can wake up the little grandpa who's holding back to enter the room."

"Who is Mas' little grandpa?"

"Udah let's go to dawn."

"Loof."

"God my wife is really flirting with my faith."

Ahirnya Misela in the bopong until their bedroom.

"I'm not heavy?"

"Bond of bricks."

"Hehe, I've been wudhu first."

"Yes dear."

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"Honey here open the bandage in the stomach. Not replaced yesterday?" Dzakir brought a p3k box and sat down next to Misela.

Misela complied and opened her clothes.

"Slowly, now I feel the pain."

"That's why you don't move a lot just yet. Lots of sleep until the wound is completely dry."

"Yes, it's not wide, but it hurts a lot."

"Yes already Mas olesin the medicine yes you hold for a while."

Dzakir painstakingly opened the bandage in Misela's stomach and smeared it with red medicine to dry quickly.

"It's a real pain."

"He can hold on for a minute to do that."

"Yes, it's."

Misela could only bite her lips withstanding the pain and soreness in the abdomen that was being treated by Dzakir.

"It's done. The doctor said every morning to change the bandage until the wound is completely dry. So you don't take a step out of this bed."

"When did Keblet pee how did Mas?"

"Yes pee."

"What if you want to pray?"

"Yes lives wudhu."

"Nah means you can get out of bed "

"Basically you asked for a pinch on her cheek."

"Hehe."

"Later let Umi or Bik Sum who eat breakfast. Sorry I have to stay. I had a seminar in the Metro this morning. Siang Mas immediately taught two classes on campus so Mas will go home again in the afternoon. You must take care of yourself if you are told to rest yes diem rest yes let cepet heal."

"Yes, that's a hell of a drag on ustadz Dzakir."

"Misela, don't go fishing."

"What the hell is a lecturer."

Without a second thought Dzakir immediately grabbed Misela's lips mercilessly. Misela happily returned Dzakir's kiss. The taste he was holding now felt like it was going to be channeled. Dzakir also opened Misela's hijab. Tracing every inch of Misela's smooth neck and leaving some traces of kiss mark there.

The ringing of Dzakir's cell phone disperse the minds of those who had almost arrived in space.

"Who was this early in the morning blind call? Darling, we are leaving right away. Inget Mas message do not forget to eat and drink the medicine with passion yes. Mas went this first from the owner of the seminar. hehe assalamu'alaikum my wife i love you emuah."

A warm kiss landed on Misela's forehead.

"Wa'alaikumsalam be careful Mas."

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