WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
What a Beautiful Morning

The morning was bright, the morning sun was smiling, emitting its beautiful charm, the liquid droplets fell down on the leaves, flowing straight, leaving behind a line of cool water called dew.

Next to the living room window, there is a small garden with a roof left open. On the edge of the garden wall, decorated with several types of ornamental plants, the flowers that are in bloom are blushing with various types and colors, looking cracked.

Butterflies fly, perch on the flower stems alternately, the presence of the creature adds to the beauty and beauty of the garden. A male beetle came over, then perched on the crown of the flowers, and sucked the fresh flower pistil.

“Good morning dear...” suddenly a pair of tightly coiled hands on my stomach.

I was stunned, a little surprised by his habit of always greeting me with a sweet greeting in every morning, “ Morning.. “ I replied while stroking his hand gently.

“What are you doing again?” ask her while smelling my nape.

“Liatin flowers“ I replied briefly, while my gaze was still fixed on the butterfly that continued to suck the essence of flowers. Cruel to them, after being satisfied to suck it, they will just leave immediately, leaving beautiful flowers that are no longer alive. Butterflies are beautiful to look at, flying colorful, but well .. that's the drawback, but let it be, they do their job according to their nature.

“Don't look at the flowers continue, here see the I“ the header, still in the same position.

I looked at the spoiled man, who was now my husband.

“You're not ready to go to the office??” ask me gently, while turning her body facing her face.

“Not yet, soon“ the answer looks lethargic.

“Morning is lethargic, why??” I just stared at him.

“I males left for the office, I want her to be at home with you“ again, she's being spoiled.

“If you do not go to work, how are your duties and responsibilities in the company??” ask me while holding an arm on his shoulder.

“Many employees who take care of everything“ still, with the effect even kiss my hand.

“Employee without leader, must be limbung,“ I still seduce him, so that this drama will end soon, drama that happens every morning, when he will go to work.

“Sama kayak me, if there is no you, limbung also“ ampuun dah.

“Iya, same I also“ I imitate his voice.

“What's the same?” tanyanya, still do not want to get out of my arms.

“If you don't work, I'm laper, hhee“ I chuckle, which makes him instantly release his body from my arms.

“Where might I let you starve?” uh, pout him.

“Yes already Mr. Anwar, now take a shower first well, keep getting ready, I want to prepare breakfast for you“ I move from before him, but my hands are held, again he hugged me.

“You want to shower together??” ask her while raising her eyebrows.

“No, I took a shower earlier before the dawn prayer,“ I said snorting.

“Huh .. cocky“ He flicked his lips as he passed taking the towel I had prepared, then went straight into the bathroom, and did his ritual.

I smiled as I shook my head, he has indeed changed a lot. I passed by leaving the flower garden I had been satisfied with, then entered my favorite territory lately.

The kitchen, where I experimented, well now that I spend more time in this place, my husband has conjured this room in such a beautiful way, he said so that I would be more comfortable just staying at home, all the pretellings I need, already plastered real here, with all the brand branded that he specifically ordered. Ah ... My husband is everything, everything is the same husband, hee.

“What cooking is this morning?” again, he wrapped his hand around my stomach.

“Yes, you always know what I want“ back he kissed my nape, so this drama will somehow end.

“You sit first in the chair yes, I prepared the soup for you“ my command, which is already uncomfortable because it is amused.

“Hmmhhtt .. with one condition“ She sulks.

“What?” I turned my body and turned off the stove.

“Kium here ten times“ He tapped his cheeks with his index finger.

“five times how?” bargained.

“Two times deal“ he replied with a chuckle, then immediately sat on the chair without me commanding again, while I turned my two eyeballs, basic, already tired of nawar, even not so. I wanted to hug her a hundred times, uh.

I serve the soup I just cooked, wholeheartedly, “Eat a lot yaa”

“Yes, my wife's cooking is always delicious, which is why I always want to go home quickly from work" she replied, early in the morning already dreaded this person.

“Gombal“ I replied as I raised my lips.

“Not a romantically darling, but romantically“ He quibbles.

“Whatever you want, it's up“ I replied as I sat in the chair beside him, accompanying him to breakfast.

“Today, I have a meeting, it looks like I won't have time for lunch outside, you want to deliver lunch for me?” ask him while continuing to blow the soup that is still steaming.

“Emh, is that it?? Alright“ replied me while feeding my food.

“Please“ She smiled at me while rubbing my head.

“Sama-sama,“ I again chewed my food until it ran out.

After breakfast, I drove my husband until he entered the car, not forgetting I kissed his hand, and he replied by kissing my forehead, then I waved my hand which was immediately replied by a wave of his hand, I stared at his departure, until his car was lost in the corner.

Ah ... such is my home life now, beautiful, comfortable, peaceful sentosa. Blessed is God, who has bestowed upon me a good husband, and in-laws who love me dearly.

I moved back into the house, I started cleaning the house, until now, we have not decided to hire ART services. Besides I prefer to clean my own house, my husband said he did not want anything to interfere with our togetherness, with ART. Ah ... she was always the mode, he.

After finishing homework, I went back to work in the kitchen, returned to cooking to be delivered later at noon to my husband's office.

Today, I decided to cook rendang, and mendoan, do not connect anyway, but what power my husband is a connoisseur of typical Indonesian food, so inevitably I have to learn cooking, archipelago cuisine, and so on, to please my husband. Mode anyway, want more pampered husband, hahay.

Isn't it pleasing to the husband of worship too?? Come on, whatever the form is happy husband in various ways, if married, the pleasure of Allah, is in the pleasure of husband is not it?? Well, I'll work on that, for the sake of pursuing his subjects.

Finished cooking, I immediately took a shower, and and as beautiful as possible with a syar’i hijab that adorns my head, ah, now I try to use a hijab that covers my chest and buttocks, is not the condition of hijab like that?? I'm just trying to learn.

After everything felt neat enough, I then arrange the food into the bushel, and ready to go to the favorite office.

Bismillahi tawakaltu A’lallah.

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