The Love Story of Arumi
Bowlful of both

Around seven in the morning, Abyan saw from his bed, Arumi who was still packing in her room wearing a house shirt from dawn.

"Honey," called Abyan to make Arumi turn her head. Arumi used to get herself called dear, even though her face was embarrassed.

"What's up? do you need anything?" her question approached Abyan.

Abyan shook his head, "Mas doesn't need anything."

Arumi frowned confusedly, "Then, why would you call Arumi?"

"Why is it that you're not ready, shouldn't you go to college this morning?"

"Arumi's not going to college."

"Why not go to college?"

"Mas Aby is sick, Arumi does not want to leave the Aby mas alone at home. What if you need anything? there's no Arumi at home."

Abyan smiled rubbing Arumi's slightly sweaty face, "Mas is fine in staying, mas is already healthy dear."

Arumi shook her head, "Arumi's wife is Aby, just like Mas Aby when caring for Arumi who is sick. I'm not willing to teach because Arumi is at home."

"If so, now you are here just accompany us. No need to clean up, I'm tired of seeing it."

"Arumi didn't tell the audience, Arumi told Aby's mas to rest."

"Arumi wants to clean up in front of the mas, not to go to the campus again," he continued to stand, but his hand was held Abyan.

"Tomorrow mas will ask domestic workers equally ummi, you do not need to be tired of packing and cleaning this house again."

"Don't mas! Arumi is still able to do her own homework."

"Mas can also pay the house worker, mas do not want you tired."

"Just doing household chores, Arumi was able to. Moreover, always with you to the jannah of God, willing to be able to."

Abyan chuckles, "at this capable, even if not able?"

Arumi nodded innocently, making Abyan anxious with his wife.

Abyan pinched Arumi's nose, making Arumi pursed her lips.

"Mas Aby."

"Na'am ya zaujatii?"

Arumi's heart flowered to hear Abyan's words.

"Why is it so clever to say sweet." Arumi pinched slowly on Abyan's arm.

"Mas just says sweet with you, baby." Abyan pulled Arumi's nose strong, until Arumi's nose turned red.

"Mas Aby, it hurts." Arumi rubbed her nose which felt hot.

"Oh my God, baby. Maafin mas," Abyan pulled Arumi into his arms while stroking her shoulders.

"That pain is Arumi's nose, mas. Not a sore shoulder," Arumi took off her embrace.

"Mas swab his nose will get sicker, because the same anxiety your nose is small pointed. That's why you wipe your shoulders let it subside a little."

"Will you eat again? Arumi bring it here, and take medicine."

"We go out, we can walk."

"Why? mas is also still able to carry you." As usual Abyan immediately carried Arumi.

"Yes..." Pekik Arumi's.

"What dear? here, why are you screaming?"

"Runin Arumi, mas still sick." Arumi tries to get down from Abyan's sling.

"Mas only fever for a moment, not constantly." Arumi put her hand around Abyan's neck, looking at Abyan's handsome face with a smile.

"Is your husband so handsome? until you don't stop staring at me."

"Quick lower Arumi mas," Arumi shifted her words.

Abyan dropped Arumi off, having already reached the dining table.

"By eating the porridge again yes," Arumi took the porridge that he had made at dawn.

"They don't want to porridge."

"What's the way?" Arumi.

"You always want to be with me" said Abyan.

"Gombal."

Abyan approached his wife, kissing her hair from behind.

"Mas is never dreadful, it is only hope and prayer for us."

"Aamiin O God, may we always be together."

"Let's go, Arumi wants to eat porridge too."

"Dear baby, why does your hair smell so good."

"When shampooing with mud."

"Huh? really?" Abyan let go of his embrace. Makes Arumi chuckle away from her.

"Partially told to leave even tighter, the use of mud, shampoo is mas."

"You yeah, I think it's real." Abyan followed Arumi while shuffling his wife's hair.

"Now eat first."

"Why just a bowl?"

Arumi pursed her lips at Abyan's question, "Arumi thought we'd be a bowl together, but you don't like the power of sharing."

"Don't eat a bowl together, out of your mouth you'll eat."

"Aren't you disgusted?" ask Arumi.

"Rasulullah a glass together with his wife, why mas should be disgusted with his own wife."

Arumi smiled shyly, her white face was now like a tomato hearing Abyan's words.

It's getting warm-warm relationship, maybe soon it'll be hot-hot guys.

Yuhuuuh always support othor bebu dear, annyeong love.