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* Slice 148, Husband and Wife Chat

"Enak also nih hands, kirain small rich gini no energy .. uh but it's a baker .. must be his hand, it's normal to slam the dough .. hehehe" praise Dafi while holding her hand Qeena who is still on Dafi's shoulders.

Qeena immediately pulled out her hand and went out of the room to prepare a warm sweet tea for Dafi.

"It's Mas .. drink the tea" Qeena said as she offered a mug filled with warm tea. He also took out a liquid sachet and gave it to Dafi.

"Thank you Neng .." said Dafi with a sweet smile.

"Does that right?" ask Qeena.

"Body has been light, the head is the same shoulder it feels is not heavy. This equal foot of his rich hand is not yet balanced. Ntar Mas the road is sloping if it has not been sorted as well. Do you want to do that?" ask Dafi to ask for approval.

Dafi gets into bed. His position sat down.

"You mijitin have to be all, not half, the energy is still strong, right???" god Dafi's.

Qeena hesitantly, sitting next to Dafi, her hands began to massage Dafi's hands, she focused on seeing Dafi's hands.

"It's a ginger-rich hand, really big" said Qeena trying to break the awkwardness.

"Yes, how big is this hand. Every day bring a sticky file, abis so that laptop keyboard nekan .. not to mention if in the field, surely cape bring a lot of combat tools. Time is still in the pesantren nimba if you want to take a bath, it has not been punished, yes the longer the nimbanya. So in Pesantren so that the modern word also deliberately still uses a bucket tool, to discipline santri" said Dafi.

"Mas ... did you play the role of Mas Dafi?" ask Qeena seriously.

"What do you mean?" ask Dafi not understand.

"The first child, having a Father and Mother who have two very different traits, has three unique sisters. Not to mention the romance that is always messy. Plus now the same is our case" said Qeena.

"And Allah will not test beyond the ability of His Servant. So be sure that all of that is in accordance with the capacity of Mas. Now I'm asking you back, how heavy is it to be a Qeena?" dafi asked as he looked at Qeena's face that was always looking down.

Qeena took a rather long breath, actually it was enough of such an answer, a sign that Qeena was tired of all the things that had befallen her.

"This time yes Mas the fate of illegitimate children like Qeena" open Qeena.

"Don't say that ah, there are no illegitimate children .. All children are born in a state of holiness, which is the fault of their parents, not their children" cut Dafi who did not like to hear Qeena say that.

"Hopefully Qeena isn't pregnant Mas, Qeena doesn't want to have children before marriage. Heavy Mas ... must bear the sins of his parents" said Qeena, his eyes began to glaze over.

"Hey .. don't do that .. wake up .. we went through together .. Mas promise" said Dafi while holding Qeena's hand.

"People look at being an only child is fun, synonymous with this want indulgence is followed, but it does not apply to Qeena. Born in the middle of a broken home family, from Mother and Father who are not clear where as a child, then treated the same Mother with all her stories, almost in the course of childhood not dapet the figure of the father. The presence of Om Dzul, but it is not old. Had envy when there was a son along the way his father, but Qeena just the same Mother doang. Or at the time of school separation, another photo with his parents, this is both the same mother. Maybe that's the time yes Mas .. who made it a little bit crybaby facing anything. I saw it hard, but mah Mas .. very sad. Especially seeing Mom struggling to be a single parent, definitely not an easy thing to pass. Every day Mother works, ngurusin Qeena, ngajarin read the Quran and pray, nemenin learn before going to bed. Large families are also still lacking, so all are busy to survive, boro-boro to encourage each other. Alhamdulillah was finally able to meet Mak Leha, Om Dzul and his family, until the last family Aa' Zay, but all can not treat the wounds that have been scratched here" said Qeena while pointing at his chest.

"When your dreams haven't come true. When life goes by, it does not match expectations. When the lives of others are better than ours. It is precisely at that moment that you must stop complaining and grieve for what happened to you" comforted Dafi.

"Aren't you?" ask Qeena wonder.

"Stop wishing to be like those who are clear will only give a trace of disappointment and incise a wound.

You must be able to color the dark life that melts all the colors of your life. Rest assured that one day God will wipe away the many tears that have flooded your life. God never denies, His resolve is always certain. Put all your dreams, hopes and desires on God. Only God knows what you want and what is best for you. Fill your heart with positive thoughts. Now there is Mas who is ready to hug and wipe the tears that come out of your eyes Qeena. We pass by together... Fadhilla Shaqeena. Grow up to be a woman like the do'a you named. No matter what your parents' past was, didn't they expect her daughter to be a great woman?" said Dafi while taking tissue and handing it over to Qeena.

Wearing the head of Qeena who was still covered in a headscarf slowly. Qeena tried not to cry in front of Dafi.

"Tomorrow afternoon or evening we make a deal with Damar yes .. he must know everything Qeena. He also deserves justice in this situation. You know Damar is just your escape, right? you don't love that deep as him" said Dafi.

Qeena silently dared not answer Dafi's question.

"Udah is almost nine, rest yes .. tomorrow ba'da dawn must be busy in the kitchen helping cook for the recitation and family gathering. You do not know what to cook, but the rich have been shopping a lot Mother same Mba-mba at home" said Dafi.

"Later he said the road can be slanted ..kan new hand next to the sorted, the legs also not" said Qeena with a funny tone.

"Hadeh .. it turns out you are funny too yes, can laugh while crying. Neng ... Neng ... It will be terQeena Qeena" joked Dafi.

"What a Mas" replied Qeena.

Many incoming notifications included from Iyus. But he ignored it first so as not to ruin the atmosphere. Dafi opened a photo gallery and showed it to Qeena.

Dafi gave input so that in the cardboard cake that Qeena had a logo and contact number, so that cake connoisseurs can continue to order to the phone number listed.

"My brand name is My Qeena Mas anyway? it's really good" said Qeena.

"Who says alay, precisely fitting read this, everyone will feel has. My Qeena ... My qeena ... So the customers feel they have a personal chef who serves delicious cakes, feel they have a taste in the cake.but if the person only has Mas yes, not public property" obviously Dafi while laughing small.

"Thank you Mas... there are always every phase of life that Qeena passes, even without a word, Qeena believes Mas always wishes good for Qeena" said Qeena mellow.

"This is so no crap on his feet? if you want to talk while actively doing his hands, do you want to make sure Mas stay up here?" ask Dafi.

"This is the definition of loving even rogoh rempelo" said Qeena gemes.

Actually, Qeena was ready to pinch Dafi's hand, but Dafi was more alert to capture Qeena's hand, when the two looked at each other with their hands still holding.

"His hands are for mijit aja .. don't make nyubit" said Dafi as he placed Qeena's hand on her leg.

"Yes Allah .. strengthen my faith. Fortunately there was Mak Nuha, if only the two were omnipresent" Dafi said in his heart.

Qeena revealed the sheath of Dafi to her knees. Rubbing oil to keep warm. Then slowly massaged Dafi's leg. Add to that Dafi's "heat".

He saw Qeena's face from the side. The sweat on his forehead began to flood his face. Dafi is getting more groggy. Indeed, it looks Qeena only focus on the area being massaged and only massage limited to the part that is not too sensitive for men.

"You don't have a problem holding onto my body? Kaya seemed relaxed" asked Dafi curiously.

"Casual.. relax .. don't know what's a pound with a nih heart. All taste mixed. O Allah .. keep me from being lulled in a strange delusion" Qeena said in her heart.

"It is halal for Qeena to touch, deg-degan mah must exist, yes consider it an obligation to take care of the husband" replied Qeena who immediately made Dafi cough.

Qeena immediately jumped to grab a drink that was lying on the dressing table. Then it was given to Dafi. Dafi drank slowly still while coughing.

"To the doctor, Mas Dafi, was coughing like that. Maybe the wind is hot. Or you can get TB if you like to cough at night. Rather than later the pain becomes heavy" suggested Mak Nuha from outside the room.

"Yes Mak" replied Dafi.

"To the doctor is just afraid of Mas .. right his sister doctor tuh, try a consul to him first" continued Mak Nuha.

"Yes Mak" replied Dafi

Dafi and Qeena laughed together.

"You anyway .. make a shock, so Mas cough .s until guessed everything TB" joked Dafi.

"For ge er . right now Mas's status was Qeena's husband. Instead of sin, take care of her husband" replied Qeena quietly.

"So deal for serious household roadin same Mas? if you are serious on Monday all your letters are taken care of, make a list to the office" replied Dafi.

"It does not mean .. later on it will be discussed" cut Qeena.

"But the meeting with Damarnya please be scheduled" Dafi said.

"Go follow the Mas, let Qeena take care of herself" replied Qeena.

"Ngga ah .. You also if you talk even make the gleam of the interlocutor. The existence of Damar gemes the same you were taken to Ciloto again" said Dafi.

After following Dafi, Qeena and Mak Nuha went to bed. Dafi returned to his father's house to his private room on the second floor.

From his room clearly visible his house next to his father's house.

"Yes Allah .. May the house I build bring happiness to the family who occupies it. May it be the beginning of living a household that makes us more submissive to You" said Dafi then closed the curtains of his room.