THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 90 - COURTSHIP AFTER MARRIAGE

I thought Katliya wouldn't give up on contacting me. Apparently, until the next day and the next day again, he did not call me nor did he chant.

There was gratitude, but the curious also wanted to know what they were going through. And what kind of help Katliya wants from me.

But, yeah, that's it. I'm grateful to not hear from the snake and crocodile couple again.

Other than not wanting to deal with them anymore, I had also forgotten my immense heartache.

They already live together. I'm happy too. Karmic affairs or the law of the sow, God is enough where I ask.

Aunt Mirna is now a prisoner in the Capital Hospital. Bianca, still a patient, was sentenced to two years in prison for participating in the murder of Mama and two of my sisters.

Bianca's face is also now black next door. Because of my slap the other day at Papa Bambang's house. Right after a while they were fugitives from the fateful day of Mama's death, Intan was also Nadia.

At that time, I just wanted to vent my emotions without any intention of hurting more. Even to the point of leaving a stain on her beautiful face.

I didn't expect the effects of my slap to continue to impact even now it's getting blackened next to Bianca's face.

Allah is All-Knowing of my heart. There was no intention of injuring too much, however, it might also be a reply from Jonathan's family for all his family's past crimes.

Quite satisfied, although disappointed because the real killer actually committed suicide by hanging his neck in a rented motel because it continues to be pursued by guilt.

Papa Bambang died with a fear that continues to haunt him.

That is God's law. Sooner or later, we'll find a reply to what we've done. Both with the fast way and the prayers of the people we persecute, or maybe the slow way even until the person in whom he is forgotten and sincere in the end.

God is not sleeping.

God is Hearing.

No matter how little evil we commit, God will give us a reward. So too with kindness. That's why I always wanted to spread kindness. Want to get good in my life in the future.

Not wanting to return the favor. Nope. But I want to try to be a good person. Not too vengeful nor do I want my life to be dominated by the ambition of revenge.

It is better to stay away from and stay away than to be in an unhealthy environment. That's my principle.

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The third month of our household.

All the families moved to the city of C and occupied a house not far from the new Mas Jonathan factory.

Alhamdulillahot. Our lives are getting better and the sustenance is flowing with speed.

Jordan even now opened a new branch office in the city center.

Jordan now makes frequent pilgrimages to the Maharani's tomb on my advice. We also spend it in the mosque for the peace of the late in the barzakh nature.

Although we have different beliefs, but there is no harm in praying for the kindness of the Maharani who had been a student of private tutoring Jordan in his youth.

While Mas Jonathan is still the leader of the factory manager and is also getting busy with seminars outside the city.

My husband used to be a moderator more often. Now, she is rising in tiers as a guest star or show performer. Truly an incredible achievement.

Jordan was close to the daughter of Mr. Samsul, a blind masseuse at that time.

I think he is just a fad because Habibah is very sweet and innocent as well as the person.

Habibah is 23 years old. Jordan is 32 years old. Their age difference is often our guyonan who likes young leaves.

Jordan asked me in the kitchen if I was jealous.

I smiled a little. I'm happy if Jordan is happy.

We must not have feelings because we are brothers. I told Jordan again so He would understand that I have his inner-born brother.

I was wrong once.

Even so, at that time I just wanted to keep Jordan's feelings from getting hurt again like in the past. And I was also carried away by the kindness of a Jordanian. He always made me a valued person.

But it turns out that the step I took was wrong.

The further the relationship continues without clarity, it will hurt Jordan even more deeply in the end.

This week Jordan asked me for permission to invite Habibah to play here.

Me and Jonathan are happy. Even secretly we also pray that this will be Jordan's soul mate.

Besides being sweet, Habibah is also smart and good-hearted.

May God grant our prayers to bring down the soul mate as soon as possible to Jordan.

He is quite an adult now.33 years old. It is well established and has been able to provide a living of inner birth on the figure of the woman who accompanies him.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikum salam."

Indeed I, Mas Jo, Mama also Citra was very surprised by the drastic change of a Habibah.

The humble girl we knew a month ago in the old house and factory is now metamorphosing like a beautiful adult butterfly.

Mama Tiur even to the point of not blinking looking at her youngest son's girlfriend who looks so beautiful ayu charming.

Even Jordan seemed to smile with satisfaction at our happy reaction and amazement. A very significant change.

Although Habibah's face looks more beautiful, but it's just a casing. His heart remains good and his nature is still timid as at the beginning of the meeting.

"Beautiful!" praise Mama greeted by nodding my head. We were all blown away while Bibah just smiled shyly with a pink face.

Jordan's performance this time was even stranger. Instead of wanting to look younger and balance the makeup of the girlfriend, I was a little disappointed in her appearance now.

I don't know, I like Jordan as it is. Simple though sometimes like to be eccentric occasionally.

But this time it was more excessive in my opinion.

"Stt...! Don't comment on their appearance, Liana!"

"I'm surprised to see Jordan, Mas... Hehe!"

"Leave it. Let's just pray they're happy! Hm?"

"Definitely, Mas! Just,"

"No! There's nothing free!"

My husband's sweet lips landed right at the end of my lips.

A moment of red tinge colored my face.

I know, Mas Jonathan was jealous because I was commenting on his sister's appearance. A sign of being unconscious I was watching Jordan. So thought. And I just realized that my attitude was somewhat possessive of Jordan.

Mas Jonathan's short kiss made me realize not to overstep his biological brother's bounds.

We embrace each other. Then walk back to the front to the living room where Jordan and Habibah were alone.

Honey, sorry... I'm just worried. There was no more intention on Jordan.

"We're leaving, huh? Liana wants to eat seafood downtown!" jonathan said like he wanted to take me out for some fresh air.

"I'm coming, yeah Ge! We also want to learn from you in terms of getting around the sometimes stiff atmosphere!"

"Sorry Jordan! We want to make a couple of hicks! Hehe..."

"Isn't double date more fun!?" his gerutu protested our refusal.

"Take your girlfriend to the movies!" mas Jonathan whispered made Jordan look at me for an opinion.

"Yes. Cinema is a good start to melt the atmosphere, Jordan! Girlfriend's beautiful. The silhouette must have been more interesting in the darkness of the theater room!" I added that was immediately greeted by the thumbs up Jonathan.

"Okay, if that's your opinion, Liana!"

"Sip! Have fun, huh?"

Me and Jonathan held hands. Tell Mama that we're going on a date, too.

Dating after marriage is much more fun. And this atmosphere certainly we will not get anymore if we have a baby.

Speaking of momongan, I would love to propose an adoption option to Mas Jonathan.

As he once said, having no children does not mean the world is doomsday.

There are still many unlucky children born in a world without parental affection.

I want the adoption of a tiny baby from an orphanage foundation. But... It is not yet time to express my intentions to my husband. Household we are still corn-age. Just three months more. Still the honeymoon period and also the transition of the introduction of nature, character and personal respectively.

Maybe after a year, I just put that option on Mas Jonathan.

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