The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 75 Yeobo or Oppa?

..."Never love someone who does not love God. If God alone left him, let alone you?" - Imam Shafi’i...

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That was the reason Dzakir was infatuated with Misela. Since being appointed an ustadz in a boarding school, Dzakir always noticed Misela even often asked her roommate. Misela was still in high school.

Dzakir knew Misela the girl who always obeyed her worship. Even Dzakir also knew that Misela often mengingau during sleep until Misela seeing in bully by her friends. From there Dzakir increasingly wanted to protect and have Misela.

You could say the love of Dzakir at that time was still the love of monkeys because Dzakir had never felt anything when meeting the opposite sex even though Dzakir before him was a man who was bar-bar. But the taste in Misela was different from the others.

..."Appreciate your wife as much as you value your mother. Because your wife is also the mother of your children."...

Misela POV

The luckiest wife is the one who is blessed by God as a loving and patient husband, full of warmth and tenderness, helpful, and sincere. If he leaves, the wife misses. If he exists, the wife wants to stay close.

Right, that's how I feel right now. Getting a very loyal husband like Mas Dzakir is indeed my most precious fortune. I never thought Mas Dzakir's treatment was perfect.

The unhappy childhood, the bleak past, left a lot of trauma in my mind. But now everything that scares me seems to just disappear like it was swallowed by the earth.

I feel like I'm the only lucky woman to have a husband like Mas Dzakir. When I was a child just to buy a candy I had to be patient and beat for my brother Aldian because of my Papi's economic situation, not to mention I was just a stepson in the house.

I was lucky because I had a pretty watered down brain to understand school lessons so I got a few scholarships and earned money from the race.

Now, you know the life I'm living. What shortcomings? Sure didn't. Mas Dzakir gave me a black card whose balance amount in it is either em, maybe not em anymore because I do not care about the nominal, clearly the money was more than enough for me to even buy the building along with its contents.

I didn't expect my husband to be that rich, although I knew his parents were already rich but my husband was a successful businessman as well, so I guess it's pure money not inheritance money.

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Dzakir lowered his wife's body on the bed. Opening the hijab and then peeling her forehead. Lama Dzakir and Misela looked at each other.

"Honey, the day after Mas want to Tanggerang, you want to come?"

"Okay, another plane? Sleeping in a hotel too?"

Dzakir nodded then briefly kissed Misela's lips.

"Mau Mas's. But how is my content?"

"After magrib we check up yes, we ask the doctor if you can travel far. I'm also afraid to leave you alone at home."

"Is there anything important in Tanggerang?"

"Yes dear, and Mas there the same duty girl, beautiful again."

"Oh so now you can say beautiful to another woman."

"That's what the lecturers at the campus said dear."

"But the one who said she was beautiful was you."

"You just say what they say. You are prettier than anyone."

"Udah found out his new dagger his wife in praise huh."

Misela stayed away from Dzakir. The body that had been able to clearly feel the breath of her husband was now turned back to Dzakir.

"Honey, that's jealous."

Dzakir tried to get close to Misela and kissed her hair and wrapped one hand around her waist. Misela. On the change again Dzakir's hand on the waist up to three times it happened.

"Darling, would you like to be cursed by an angel for turning your back on your husband and rejecting him when he touches your body?"

"Astaghfirullah, I always say that!"

Misela turned her body around and now they're back facing each other.

"Isn't that so?"

"Yes sorry, Mom."

"My wife if this really makes you nervous anyway."

Dzakir directly overlapped Misela's body but Dzakir's two hands held her body so as not to stick to Misela's stomach.

"Do you want to be nauseous again?" Misela smiled faintly. Her face is clearly being rubbed off on her husband.

"You've been bought in rujak according to the desire he cooked yes want to make his Daddy mabok again."

"Udah take a shower there. You smell like tau Mas."

"But you like the smell of this body."

"Yes hehe."

"Yes, I took a bath first abis salat magrib we are ready to go to the doctor dear."

"Oiya Mas, can we go to the doctor on a motorcycle?"

"Night is not good, dear to you and our children."

"This time it's Mas, I really want to ride a motorcycle both with you. Not far away either."

"But... Okay, let's." Okay."

"Thank you, my mother."

"Yes dear."

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Finish worship Dzakir prepare a motorbike that is rarely used. In fact, almost never Dzakir ride on a motorcycle because lazy if raining. The motorbike is commonly used in Bik Sum or Bik Sri to the market.

A red matic motor combined with black is ready. Dzakir started the engine. Misela got on the bike and hugged Dzakir tightly.

"Darling, put on a helmet first."

"If you wear a helmet later my head can not stick your back Mas, so not romantic deh."

"You must have seen this scene in your beloved drakor, right?"

"You know it."

"Helm it's to keep your safety dear."

"I don't want to, I want to stick with you. In part it is just a deket Mas do not bring deh, we walk slowly, and before leaving to read the prayer first so that in the journey is always protected by God and His angels."

"You're smart to dodge too."

"My color is Mudzakir Alfaruq's wife."

"Goddessa. Yes Umma Awlaadii may you always be given health and happiness."

"Aami... Yeobo."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Darling!"

"Definitely Korean."

"Once upon a time dong Mas."

"What matters is good."

"Sarangeo Oppa."

"So Yeobo or Oppa?"

"Where do you like it?"

"Udah ah leaving. Bismillah."

Dzakir began to drive his motorcycle slowly to get out of the gate of his house and a little quickly after arriving at a fairly quiet highway. According to Misela's wishes, she wanted to stick to Dzakir, so all the way to the obstetrician Misela just hugged Dzakir until she reached her destination.

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