Want me to Be With You
Episode 37's
No matter the people, Aqmal laughed. For the first time in a long time, Aqmal returned as cheerful as when marrying Lisnawati Bakri.
"Have you ever dated?" ask Aqmal.
"Never" replied Fauziah.
Aqmal attracts a smile. It was not in vain that he re-applied to Fauziah. After all, Aqmal married Fauziah not because he was a virgin but because he loved her. She was grateful, because Fauziah wanted to marry her.
"Zah, let's date" Aqmal said seriously. Fauziah nodded in agreement. That's what she wanted, dating after marriage.
Fauziah and Aqmal stood up, tracing the swing while holding hands. No matter the surroundings, Aqmal did not take off his wife's hand. After all he and Fauziah halal couples, after all they just hold hands, not do strange things.
"Abang, I'm ashamed .." said Fauziah slowly.
Aqmal chuckles. "Ngapain shy, dating people are like this. The road together with hands"
Tired of sitting in a swing, Aqmal took his wife to a viewing post. There, they will enjoy the natural scenery while taking some pictures. At the vantage point, Fauziah and Aqmal sat watching the dusk almost sink.
"Zah, promise me, you'll always be by my side. Faithful to age with me. If I make a mistake I am not aware of, please rebuke me. Don't you ignore me and let me live in ignorance"
Fauziah stared at Aqmal's bead eyes, the sentence sounding solemnly expressed. "I promise, I will faithfully accompany you under any circumstances"
Feeling only a few tens of minutes left to pray, Aqmal took his wife to the house of Oma Tantri and Opa Dama. On the way, Fauziah held the back of her husband's shirt. The woman did not dare to embrace the husband, she was ashamed to be seen by people. Aqmal did not protest, he understood that. It's okay not to make out on the motorbike, as long as the room stays romantic.
It didn't take long, they reached Opa and Oma's house. The house looked quiet, like an uninhabited house. Aqmal rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door. Almost two minutes waiting, ART came to open the door and let Fauziah and Aqmal in.
After the prayer, the two continued their agenda. Especially if not enjoy the culinary tour provided by some food vendors not far from the beach. Joking around, taking some pictures, exchanging stories, that's the continuation of their agenda tonight.
Looking up at the sky, it seemed like it was going to rain. Aqmal invited Fauziah home and was confirmed by Fauziah. Nearly 25 minutes into the trip, they finally got home.
"Abang .. I cape .." Fauziah said he was sitting on the porch of the house. Strange but real, who rides the bike who complains who cape. But that's a woman, enough in the sayakan and said later brother incandescentin, his heart will be much better.
"Later Abang pijitin" Aqmal replied approaching.
Fauziah smiles. He got up from the chair and knocked on the door, before long, Uncle Zaki came out to open the door. Yeah, they're still living in Grandma's house for the next 5 days. Uncle Zaki paid his way to the room after opening the door for their daughter-in-law and niece.
"Will I eat?" tanya Fauziah.
"No, you're still full" Aqmal replied. The man went into the room and laid his body on the bed. While Fauziah headed for the kitchen put the fried food in the refrigerator.
While singing, Fauziah went into the room. Finding Aqmal sleeping without changing his clothes, he could only sigh softly. Hurry up to get a towel, get a nightgown, then go to the bathroom. He soon came out in a nightgown.
Again singing, Fauziah clung his ass to the edge of the bed. Watching a man who is fast asleep. Withdrawing a smile, she found her husband sleeping with his mouth open.
"Zah .. Let's go to sleep" Aqmal carried Fauziah in his arms. The woman could do nothing but obey her husband.
Instead of going to bed, Aqmal went back. Fauziah can only resign, Aqmal is a warm-hearted widower.