WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
I'm Jealous

“An, you're up?” I whispered to the man sleeping beside me now.

Anwar wriggled for a while, muttered, then turned his body towards me, that burly hand, coiled around my waist, then he began to cling to me, seeking warmth in the delicate and delicate epidermis of my skin.

I stroked his face lovingly, he was so handsome with his pure white skin, the breath of my halal lover was warm, Ah, again I kissed the man with the sharp nose, then pulled up the blanket, and rose from my sleep, I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom, leaving him alone in bed.

The day is approaching dawn, the chanting of holy verses recited by the imam of the mosque, from the mosque adjacent to our house, you know?? I really like it when my house is close to the mosque, it feels peaceful, in the heat of a world that is being hit by a disaster.

Tired of last night's struggle, of trying to scavenge the farm of reward, for my husband, I immediately washed the members of my body by following the harmony, I don't know, but lately, my husband is very perverted.

After I finished, I then dressed and performed the morning prayers, after I finished then went to the kitchen, cooked breakfast for him, this is also a form of worship is not it? Prepare all the needs of the husband with a very sincere heart, you already know, right?? If my husband is a coffee lover?? Yes, I immediately made hot water, for him to make thick black coffee.

“Ah, Anwar is also a lover of Indonesian food, what should I cook this morning, and later in the afternoon?? I want to deliver lunch for him“ sometimes, the daily menu becomes a PR for me, I don't want my husband to feel bored with my cooking that menu is just that, because my husband never disappoints me, I don't want him to be disappointed either.

It was about noon, but Anwar did not get up, or meet me in the kitchen as usual, I immediately turned off the stove, then moved to the room.

“An, wake up, have you prayed dawn yet??” I woke her up by patting her cheek, while she just groaned, wriggled, then went back to sleep.

“An, it's noon you“ back I reminded him.

“I prayed earlier, do not see my hair is still wet??” his sulking while holding his head, shows the hair still wet, not by hair oil, but by water ck.

“Udah pray, why sleep again?? It's noon come breakfast“ take me later.

“Males, you first aja“ he replied, as he rolled his body back up with a blanket.

“Oh, rowdy, yes udah“ answered me a little disappointed, then stood up.

“Hhheee, that's it, let's have breakfast, what are you cooking this morning??” He opened his blanket and immediately stood up, teaching my steps.

“I made toast“ answered me, upon arrival in the kitchen, I took toast with sarikaya jam, put it on the plate, then kept it in front of Anwar, not forgetting a cup of black koffee for Anwar, and a glass of milk for me, accompany us this morning.

“An, later in the afternoon I anterin lunch ya“ I said while still chewing.

“Hmht, I'm glad you want to stop by the office“ he replied while muttering.

“Iya, I want you no longer need to buy food outside, later you let me masakin every day aja“ explained me who made him mangosteen and smile.

“An, do you not want to have children??” I suddenly stopped him from chewing.

“I don't want to burden you with my selfishness, that child is trustworthy, whenever his presence arrives, I will thank him, and take good care of him, I don't want my desire to just make you burdened“ he explained, which always makes me smile.

“As for An, you always understand me“ I replied, well .. To be honest there is a bit of trauma in my heart, a trauma when I lost my marriage to Bagas first, the pain is still left.

“Yes already, I want to get ready to go to work ya“ Anwar get up from the chair, then move to the room, I follow him from behind, then prepare all his needs.

“See you later in the afternoon baby, I leave first“ pamitnya when in front of the door.

“Iya, you be careful ya“ I grabbed her hand, then kissed her.

This afternoon, after I had fulfilled my duty at home, I immediately set off for Anwar's office, to deliver him some food.

Upon arrival there, exactly twelve o'clock past fifteen minutes, it's time for employees to rest, to fill their ammo.

The office was a bit quiet, Anwar's secretary who usually faithfully sat outside Anwarpun's work room was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he was also resting.

I took my foot, towards his study, but at once my steps stopped at the door of Anwar's office, when I heard a woman's voice laughing, with the laughter of Anwar, I peeked at what was happening, though,

Seen, a woman with a knee-length skirt, with a blazer top that is also rather tight, shoulder-length blonde hair, and makeup that is quite menor.

Meanwhile, I see my own body in the mirror, I use a navy-colored dress, with the hijab syar’i the same, branded bag that Anwar bought is also in use, I am still slim, too, it's just that every time I go to the office, I always challenge. Ish ... Thisikan for Anwar.

“Assalamu’alaikum ..” I opened the door, and went straight inside, making those who were laughing rather startled.

“Eh, dear,“ Anwar took my hand, then led me.

“You didn't chat me if you already nyampe“ asked Anwar with a smile, but I immediately sniffed, towards the woman who was watching me now.

“Iya, outside hot“ I replied while saving the food bushel.

“Hot??” anwar asked as he frowned, as I emphasized the word HEAT to my words.

“Iya, HOT!!“ again I put my face forward, but Anwar chuckled.

“Oh, yes, know dear, this is Laura, I“ client Anwar introduced me to this woman who looks not like me.

“Dan, Laura, sorry this my wife“ Anwar's view turned on Laura, making me even HOTter.

“Oh, I wife?? I think, a handsome man Mr. Anwar is not married“ he explained blatantly.

“Ah, I have been married“ replied Anwar.

“Ooohhh” Laura released her handrails from me, feeling a strong grip from me that was upset.

“Then, because my business is done, I'm sorry first yes pa Anwar“ said Laura.

“Oh, yes please“ replied Anwar while opening the door, ish .. thought Laura did not have hands, until the door was opened all.

“Let's Anwar“ Laura with her centil still staring at my husband.

“Iya, please“ after leaving Anwar went back into the room and sat down beside me.

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