When Hamzah Met Alifa
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"Bi, Alifa's room has been machined, right?" 

Haida asked the housekeeper she had tasked to rearrange Alifa's room.

As soon as he got the news, that Alifa and Hamzah were on their way home, Hiada decided to immediately rearrange Alifa's room.

"Already, Mistress. Is there another task?"

"That's enough. Thanks, Bi."

ART was polite. Then she asked, "If for dinner, what does Miss Haida want?"

"No need to cook, Bi. Because tonight I want to take Alifa and Hamzah to a restaurant."

After that, the housekeeper nodded and went to do other tasks. While Haida remained standing in the middle room with a sense of anxiety that suddenly struck.

Haida glanced towards the luxurious time-pointing tool that was coiled around her wrist. Then he threw a glance out the window.

"Should have been, they've arrived but why haven't they come?" muttered Haida anxiously. "Did I just call?"

When Haida picked up her phone and was about to contact Alifa, there was also the sound of the door opening and the sound of a very loud greeting.

So Hiada replied to the greeting with a heart full of relief, because the owner of the voice was none other than Alifa.

Haida's smile was wide. He walked quickly to the front door and it turned out to be true, Alifa, his beloved granddaughter had arrived home safely.

Grandchildren and grandmothers were throwing hugs at each other. Missing, but just do not meet for one day.

Behind Alifa, walk Hamzah with a race of backpacks hanging on his shoulders. Not to mention Alifa's small bag that also hangs on Hamzah's arm and his hand must also drag Alifa's large suitcase.

Hamzah gave his greetings to Haida whose gaze could not be separated from Hamzah's face. Haida realized one thing if Hamzah was very tired of the journey they had just taken.

"You seem really tired, Za. You better rest, huh? After you've gotten a bit fit, Oma wants to take you out to eat together at the restaurant," Haida turned to Alifa. "Alifa, take your husband to the room, dong. Poor him sauces."

"Where is Hamzah's room, Oma?" alifa asked with a face without sin.

"Kok you still nanya? Yes, in your room. He's your husband."

"But right, Oma. My room, the bed is narrow" said Alifa reasoned.

Haida shook her head at Alifa's words. "Oma has changed your bed with a king size bed. So you can both sleep."

"What?" peekik Alifa was shocked.

"Well, now. Take Hamzah to your room, will you? Scribbles! Poor your husband."

Alifa waved her lips, and pulled her legs apart. By forced he also showed his room which now has to be various with Hamzah.

They both went upstairs, turned right and walked through the hallway. Then they arrived at the door of the wooden room painted in white.

Alifa opened the door of her room, and said to Hamzah, "This is my room."

"Our room, Fa," said Hamzah. 

The man placed the bags and suitcases one by one on the floor of the room. For a moment Hamzah spread his gaze around.

What a very feminine room with wall paint dominated by pink and white. Then Hamzah's eyes stopped on one of the walls containing pictures of Alifa's childhood.

"Even though we're married, it's still my room. Wrestle out? And this is my territory. So you're like sleeping in my room, understand?" alifa spoke out all her arrogant attitude.

Alifa snorted harshly looking at Hamzah. "You pray alone."

"Astagfirullahaladzim," muttered Hamzah shaking his head. "Don't say that, Fa! Leaving the prayer is a greater sin than zina."

Alifa let out a sigh as she bent her body and twisted the lazy eyeball.

"You are yes, start the lecture again, the lecture again. Isn't it boring that you're organizing someone else's life let alone…"

"ALIFA!" suddenly Hamzah snapped at Alifa with a fierce face.

Alifa jumped in shock. At that moment, Alifa's entire body was goosebumps as she saw Hamzah's face when angry.

Unexpectedly, a Hamzah can be angry and angry a Hamzah is very scary for Alifa.

The woman was on the spot. An aura of anger emanated strongly from Hamzah, making Alifa trouble swallowing her saliva.

Then Hamzah walked closer towards Alifa. He grabbed and gripped Alifa's shoulder until Alifa was grimacing in pain.

"Oh, Hamzah, sick!"

"I know you don't want a marriage with me. But, please respect me as your husband, Alifa," said Hamzah still in a fiery tone.

Alifa just silently stared fixed a pair of black eyeballs belonging to Hamzah. The face of Alifa at this moment was already like a rabbit that was frightened from facing a ferocious lion.

Then suddenly Hamzah's hand held the tip of the shirt that was touched by Alifa and he wanted to pull it up.

However, luckily Alifa managed to restrain Hamzah's hand movements. Alifa's face grew increasingly panicked because she knew what her husband wanted.

"What do you want?" Alifa asked even though she herself knew the answer.

"Open your shirt" Hamzah replied still with a snapping tone.

"Yes, but what do you want?" Alifa panicked and asked again.

"Choose me to force you to pray or choose me to force you to serve me?"

Alifa rounded her wide eyes. He did not expect it turned out that Hamzah also had another side. 

Even Alifa squinted her eyes at Hamzah's face. Various speculations perch in the mind of Alifa. 

From speculation Hamzah has a dual personality to bipolar. 

Alifa was able to think like that because just this morning her husband was very gentle towards her. But in the afternoon today he looked fierce.

Seeing Alifa who was just silent, Hamzah also shook the tubub Alifa to quickly realize from her daydream.

"Hurry, answer!" hamzah.

"I.. choose.." Alifa said stammeringly. "I choose prayer."

Hamzah grinned while taking off his hand grip on Alifa's body. "good. Now, hurry wudhu!"

Still with a tense body and face, Alifa walked away from Hamzah to obey her husband's orders.

Meanwhile, after Alifa's departure, Hamzah chuckled to himself. It turned out that his acting was so convincing that it made Alifa very scared.