The Veil Woman Without the Crown
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"I'll go take a bath, you can sleep first" Said Satria, as soon as he arrived in the room.Azizah just nodded slowly, as her feet stepped towards the bed.Azizah just sat down for a while,then he looked at Satria's back who was walking towards the bathroom.

Azizah held her da-da who felt racing.Surprisingly, her fear and trauma, did not make her panic or worry if one room with Satria, why the feeling began to erode, did not make her feel,made Azizah a little surprised.

After raising her two legs on the bed, Azizah laid her body on the mattress with the condition of the clothes still complete with a veil.

Azizah continued to look at the sky room, which made it difficult for her to close her eyes.Ke two fingers of her fingers that re-mas each other, it can be seen if Azizah was really nervous, it could be seen if Azizah was really nervous,not because Satria would ask for her rights as husband, but because Satria would sleep next to her.

Ceklek !

The bathroom door opened, Azizah immediately closed her eyes.Satria who had just finished bathing saw an unusual sight, people sleeping in all-closed clothes made her frown.

"What's comfortable sleeping so?"Satria.Namun, can still be heard by Azizah.Just he is lazy to answer, because Azizah is in the middle of the temple - pura sleep.

"Heeem"Sheard Satria who was sighing, and walking towards the bed, she saw the wife's smooth white hands that were slightly shaking, Knight smiled, she bowed, and grabbed the blanket at Azizah's feet, she said,and immediately pulled and covered Azizah's body in half.

Then Satria stood up and ruffled around her waist watching the woman sleeping on the bed, the wife she married two days ago."Heeh"Satria smiled faintly, then turned towards the closet, after taking out her pajamas, not long before she looked neat with those pajamas.

Satria took out all her belongings, especially the proposal and also the magazine owned by Purna company, he put the object on the sofa table.

Every now and then Satria glanced at Azizah, knowing that Azizah had not yet slept, as seen by the gestures of her eyes and hands, like someone who was waiting around her.

An hour has passed, the Knight still trying to choose and sort out all the papers given by Anita.Despite only a few sheets.However, there are so many when he is difficult to decide.

The picture on the paper is not so beautiful nor so ugly.However, to target the market and fulfill the wishes of the client was quite difficult, his image did not make Satria so enchanted, but,the layout and lines of each image only look so ordinary.

"This picture must be the same as his usual, as his full-fledged must get a world-class designer to meet the wishes of clients who are sometimes beyond logic.Marketing a great person like what the hell is ordering this, the,if for sale this is impossible, but if for a gift, you can still say yes!"Satria sighed while putting away some of the paper in front of her that she thought was with an ordinary picture.

After preparing one paper on the table.It turns out that after thirty minutes, the paper has been replaced by several other papers, even Satria is not enough to use only one sheet of paper,he had spent many wasted sheets of paper on the ceramic floor of his room.

"Oh..God, why is it so hard!"Said Satria, who re-mas his head rough, with a variety of pencils scattered on the table.However, not a single image was successfully designed by Satria.

The image that is being made by Satria is only twenty percent complete, even he only draws a line part of the shape of the necklace, can not even be said that it is a picture of a necklace, but it can not even be said that it is a picture of a necklace,more precisely it is like a circle picture.

At 00:20, the knight laid his body on the couch,and leaving all the work that he believed would not be finished that night.Before Satria closed his eyes he first glanced at Azizah who may be asleep, with the lights still on.

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Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar.

Azizah immediately rubbed her eyes, she heard Azan's voice so close.The voice came from the mosque in the complex.

After opening her eyes five minutes later, she glanced to the side, with a clean and tidy bed, as her owner did not sleep in place.

"Where is Mas Satria?"Mumbled Azizah who sat on the bed.Then he glanced towards the sofa, there was the husband who slept with his hands in the folds on his chest,and the floor that was strewn with paper that Satria threw away last night, and so was it on the table.

Azizah got out of bed, and it was a chance for her to take a bath.Especially at this time, the knight is still asleep, Azizah immediately brought her clothes to the bathroom, and did her bathing ritual, cleaning her whole body.

A few minutes had passed, and she was writhing, and she was moving her arms and legs together, which had become numb from sleeping on the sofa.

"Eeemmhoaamm" The knight opened his mouth wide and then closed again when he realized that he was no longer alone in the room.

When he had sat on the sofa, he saw the wife who had just finished praying.Satria also moved towards the bathroom.At no later time, after finishing praying, Azizah walked towards the sofa table, and,and look at the unresolved picture.

"This?"Azizah looked towards the bathroom, there was no sound of water, and out of nowhere made Azizah so bold to scribble the paper.

Upon hearing the water fall in the bathroom, Azizah immediately took the opportunity to perfect the design.

He was like a bewitch, he smiled all along his hands crossed out the paper, even he drew two different sheets of paper with different shapes.

"Emmm done!"Azizah raised the picture with a smile, when she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, she immediately put the paper down, and cleaned the sofa table.

Satria saw Azizah picking up paper on the floor.

"Let it go, Bi Atun will finish !"

"It's okay, let me help clean this room" He said later, then immediately take the trash basket that is already available in the corner of the room.

In his silence Azizah watched Satria who took the prayer equipment, and wanted to fulfill his obligations.