Triplets' Last Mission.
Pull Off Off Offshore
The food is all ready. Aisyah was very happy to be cooking her husband's favorite food again. Some of Dishi's favorite dumplings and noodles are also there. Not to forget also, Aisyah tucked away a prayer so that her relationship with her husband could improve soon.
"Thank God, everything is ready. I'll call him to eat, he must be hungry. Usually, Dishi would at least eat food on the plane if …."
Aisha's spirit decreased, she recalled that Dishi had not remembered any memories with her. Aisyah confused herself will start from where to make Dishi can recall the lost memory.
"Forget over! I'll call him right now!" she excitedly went to the next room, where Dishi rested.
Slowly, Aisyah opened the door. Remembering that the husband still lost his memory, Aisyah also undoes the intention to go straight in. He raised his hand, then knocked on the door. It looks like Dishi is laying down his body with his back. Aisyah knocked on her door again, but there was no response from Dishi. Finally, he ventured to enter.
Dishi closed his eyes. Aisyah approached slowly out of curiosity as well as why Dishi did not answer her call and tap her hand.
"Is he asleep?" murmured Aisyah in the heart.
When it came closer, Aisyah looked back to make sure that Dishi was really sleeping or just closed her eyes. "Oh, it looks like he's sleeping. I'd better wake up later." he murmured.
Aisyah's legs tripped over the legs of the sofa that was in front of the bed in the room. "Oh," he groaned. "It hurts a lot, who put this couch here. For what's here, no one's sitting here!" mooed Aisyah with a soft look.
Aisyah just kept muttering and made Dishi wake up. Dishi's hand grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her until she fell right on top of him.
"Aah!"
Aisyah's screams made Dishi even more anxious. Now, their faces were very close, staring at each other. Making the hearts of both equally pounding for falling back in love after the previous temporary breakup.
Almost seven minutes they are still in the same position. Not wanting to make a dull moment, Dishi teased his wife by asking, "Is my body so comfortable that you don't want to move on, Miss Aisyah?"
Aisyah.
"What before, did you love me the most and your love the most than I did? Hm, this is really fun-" whispered Dishi, right in Ayesha's ear.
"Just son, you love me. You're after me, you're forcing me to get married right away. Huftt, you're a bitch!" Aisyah pushed Dishi's body which was at that time on her side.
"Then, what are you still sitting here for?" ask Dishi.
Aisha stood up immediately. Unfortunately, her legs were wrapped around the blanket, making her fall again in her husband's lap.
"Look, you even played a trick not to get away from me, didn't you?" Dishi teased her back.
As Aisyah was about to get back on her feet, Dishi held her hips so that she could not get away from her. Sontak, made Aisyah surprised because she had not been touched by Dishi's hand for a long time.
"What are you la-" Aisyah's words came to a halt as she looked into Dishi's eyes.
"I'm sorry" whispered Dishi.
Slowly Dishi removed his arms from Aisyah's hip. However, instead of going straight away, Aisyah was still sitting on Dishi's lap. "Why did you come to this room?" ask Dishi.
"I've made you some food. So, I want to invite you to eat together. That is if you are willing to eat my cooking, Mr. Dishi," replied Aisyah with her lowered face.
Hearing his wife call him Tuan, made Dishi a little unacceptable. Want how else, the play was indeed himself who started it. It is he himself who has to end it.
"Well if it's like that, I'll go out first" Aisyah became moody.
"What if I eat you?" dishi continued, still teasing him.
Aisyah immediately looked over with her sharp gaze. "Are you crazy? Why are you so annoying!" his yell.
"Hahaha, I was just kidding. Come on, let's get out. I'm starving too, don't eat you."
Embarrassed, Aisyah came out first with her face flushed red. Her heart was also pounding irregularly, making her misbehavior when preparing a drink for her husband.
"I'm crazy, I'm crazy. I fell in love with my husband again. There's nothing wrong with this. Only, he still doesn't remember me. How'this? I'll ask with ustadz Agam later."
After finishing cleaning up, Dishi just came out and immediately headed for the dining table. There, Aisyah was already sitting in a chair a little away from the glass and dishes reserved for her husband.
"Why are we so far apart?" ask Dishi.
"Yes, because .. I, I just want to sit here. It's your seat, so you still have to sit there," Aisyah started to get nervous again.
"Oh~"
Dishi's short answer left Aisyah disappointed. Eating together for the first time since the breakup already made Aisyah happy. She was finally able to regroup with her husband despite the obstacles in her relationship.
Dishi did not like to eat while talking. After getting to know Aisyah, she became a love slave, which she always clung to Aisyah and ate a lot of what was told. Keeping his secret, Dishi ate quietly back then.
"He really came back like the old Dishi. Where he almost looks like his attitude to Brother Chen. Where did I start this fight, huh?" Aisyah thought to restore the memories her husband had lost.
After eating, Dishi did not go back to his room. He looked around the kitchen. Where nothing has changed, but there is even an increase in the goods.
"Do you really love me? Do I love your death?" ask Dishi suddenly.
Making Aisyah who was drinking at that time, to choke. Seeing the owner of his heart was choking, making him worry and reflexes approached him. "Are you okay?" tanyakanya.
Aisyah nodded and rubbed her chest. Then put his upset face on to Dishi. "This question of yours almost choked me to death, Mr. Dishi!" resounding.
"Why do you have to die? I will not let you die, Miss Aisyah," Dishi said with a deep gaze.
Both views are equally deep. Destiny did want them to be together, only with the charade, both of them hurt his heart.
"Look at every corner of this room. Do you love me so much that my pictures are so many at every point?" Dishi teased her back.
"I hate you!" spray Aisyah, then about to leave.
Before that, Dishi held back his love hand and again pulled her back to sit there. Dishi whispered, "Do you really hate me? What kind of memory am I forgetting this, Miss Aisyah-"
"You want to know, how I love and hate you?" Aisha started to fight.
Dishi put on a face like an understatement. The shady face was always reflected in Dishi's memory, now in front of his eyes, even he was not free to touch it.