Tired of Loving you
Hijab Rania's

Fatma and Nova enter the service room, as well as Fatma's workspace as Rania's assistant. Fatma sat in her seat of greatness, not forgetting to allow Fikri and Amor to sit in front of her.

It's like a cop intimidating a suspect, isn't it?

"Nov, you can outside keep the boutique. I can handle myself" said Fatma and immediately replied to a nod by Nova.

"Okay, Miss Amora. What kind of suit do you want for your future husband?" fatma asked with a cold face.

Amora also feels there is a difference in Fatma. Yesterday, they had just met and Fatma's reaction was very pleasant. But now?

"Ah, yes, Sister Fatma. I want the color made in line with the color of my dress, Ma'am," said Amor smiling sweetly.

"alright. Then, I'll take measurements to your husband." said Fatma coldly and immediately moved to take the meter.

Fikri was still silent with all thoughts raging. Inwardly, it felt like he was hugging this beloved girl. Also, the resentment towards the people involved in this matchmaking deepened, especially Amora.

"Mas, why are you quiet?" ask Amor gently.

"Not to be pretentious to care," answered Fikri coldly without looking at Amor in the slightest.

"But I saw you daydreaming. You sick?" ask Amor again with patience.

"I told you not to interfere in my affairs, Amora!" exclaim Fikri with a flash of anger. Amora bit her lower lip in fear and surprise. Treated like a Queen in her family, she never felt violence, rudeness, and rejection.

"Sorry, Mom." Amora immediately locked her lips tightly with tears that had piled up in the eye pelupuk.

Fatma was no less surprised. During a date, only this time did he hear Fikri jerking someone. Want to defend Amora, but the heart can not imagine the togetherness of Amora with Fikri after the wedding.

In Shaka's room.

Rania has finished cleaning up. Today, he plans to visit his boutique and afterwards to his parents' house. As Rania sat in front of the large glass, her eyes caught a bare-chested figure approaching her. None other than her own husband, Shaka.

"Kok dance? Where are you going?" shaka asked full of search.

"Today I'm going to the boutique, brother. After the boutique, I stopped by Papa Mama's house. Can you?" Rania spoke while looking at the shadow of her husband through the big glass in front of her.

"Can, but I'm taking. And again, don't call me brother, honey. I'm your husband, you know," Shaka clucked.

"Hehe .. sorry,"

After she finished drying her hair, Rania immediately took out a headscarf to cover her head.

"Darling! You wear a hijab?" shaka asked enthusiastically.

"Yes. I used to have a desire, after getting married later, I will immediately hijab. And I just remembered last night. In fact, after I married Morgan, I don't remember that wish. Besides, hijab is every woman's duty, right?" rania said at length.

"Alhamdulillah, may Istiqomah yes, dear. We will together perfect our worship by improving each other and drawing closer to God," Shaka hugged Rania's slender waist from behind.

"Aamiin, Brother Darling. We shower, gih. In the afternoon, when she returned home," Rania stroked Shaka's glowing cheek and left a small pinch on her husband's nose.

"Ready, Adek Darling. I love you." After saying that, Shaka went straight to the bathroom to carry out the orders of his beloved wife.

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