WHY LOVE
S2 - About Wife

Nico came down the stairs with light steps. As light as a roomy heart because the burden of longing on the wife has been treated. Only in the room saw the Saints sleeping, making him unable to stem the desire. But seeing the pale and tired face of his wife, a sense of not being able to come out. He can't be selfish.

So Nico decided to leave the room. He went to Mommy who was in the dining room.

Mother turned to see the arrival of her youngest son who immediately pulled a chair by her side. There's a plate of cut fruit on the table.

"Holy where?"

"Sleep. Sleepy said. As soon as you touch the pillow, uh straight out." Nico fed a piece of melon with a small fork to his mouth.

"Sleep again?" Mother frowned and seemed to think hard.

"When did the Saints sleep?" Nico's turn to frown upon hearing Mother's response.

"During the Holy plane sleep. He said he was sleepy because he woke up at 3 am until dawn. But in the same car, I fell asleep."

"Is his face pale?" Mother wants to make sure her praduganya.

"Yes. Pale and tired-looking" answered Nico as he saw him in the room.

"Hmm..no-don't-" Mother hung her words while looking at Nico.

Ting.

The loud sound of a fork falling on a plate makes Mother jump. It was because of the spontaneous action of Nico who felt horror by hanging his mother's sentence.

"Bun, don't tell me that Suci is seriously ill" Nico said with a panicked look.

"Basic being a husband is not deaf." Mother snorting bitterly and anxiously assuming the youngest child.

"I mean Mother?" Nico frowned while looking at the mother who was chewing on pieces of kiwi fruit.

"Don't your wife get pregnant. Ask when was the last time. If it's too late, buy a testpack to the pharmacy."

Nico's smile was perfect. Although the new presumption but make him happy is not overbearing.

"Bun, I'll be Papa!!" Nico exclaimed cheerfully as he punched his hand into the air.

"Don't be happy just yet. That's just a guess-"

"I'll make sure." Nico regained his chair. Half-running, he left the dining room and climbed the stairs quickly to get to his room immediately.

"Basic!" Mother shook her head to see the absurd behavior of her son.

Nico slowly opened the door. He frowned in wonder, his wife was no longer seen on the bed.

The bathroom door is open. Suci came out wearing only a towel and wet hair rolled up a small towel.

"Darling, I'm sleeping for a while." Nico hugged the wife who appeared seductive and again made his desire rise.

"Enough 30 minutes too. It's called quality sleep. I want to wear clothes." The saint thrashed from the embrace of her husband.

"Gurghhh!"

The saint squealed in shock. Suddenly his body floated up because Nico was carrying him. Take him to bed. The towel knot she was wearing was removed because of her husband.

"Mas, you'll soon be ashar. Sure you want it now?" Suci rubbed the head of Nico who was peeling the niche of his neck. She understood the gesture of the husband who wanted her.

Nico. His desire is passionate. But he remembered the conversation with Mother earlier

below. Nico dropped his body to the side. He must patiently hold back for now.

"Honey, when was the last period?"

Sacred speechless. His forehead shriveled the sign of remembering.

"Oh my God, Mum." The saint was surprised as if he had just regained consciousness. She woke up from her sleep, but her husband's firm hands held her back.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go get an HP. My menstrual period notes save in the app. Take off dong!" Suci sulked because her husband's embrace was so strong it could not be shaken.

In a sitting position leaning on the head of the bed, Suci opened his phone. Nico clung to his side, raising his head to look at the display screen calendar period that he did not understand.

Suci let her face look at her husband with a cheerful twinkle and a sweet smile spread.

"Mas, I'm 20 days late."

"So, pregnant?" Nico stared fixedly at the beautiful face of his wife with an enthusiastic look.

"Still gambling, Mas. To make sure you have to buy the test first to the pharmacy." Suci decided to buy 3 tests via ojol with different brands.

"I have a message. We'll wait under yuk!" The saint inched down to wear the clothes he had prepared.

I'm getting deg degan.

Nico glared in a recumbent sleeping position while waiting for the wife to finish dressing.

****

Salma

Now she occupies a house in Jakarta with her husband and Umi after returning home from her honeymoon. The place where he lived during his work is now a memory. He had said goodbye to the owner of the room and his friends there after resigning from his job and decided to become a housewife.

There is no prohibition from the husband to make busy with business authority as long as no longer work under the hands of others. With the intention of not being equally busy until the quality of time decreases. That was the initial commitment that both of them had agreed on.

But for now she chose to enjoy her new status as a wife, Mrs Candra. While improving yourself into a better person by learning to the husband and Umi the in-law. Because of Candra's persuasion, Umi finally wants to live together again in Jakarta.

Night before bed. Salma and Candra sat face to face under a soft carpet bed. For the first time, she was asked by her husband to teach in front of her.

Of course, tension, shame and sweat condensed on his forehead. He had forgotten the last time he taught. SMA or High School? Totally forgot. At best teach Yasin if there are neighbors who hold tahlil.

"Don't tense dong, Neng. First time I want an interview." Candra boasted a smile seeing and hearing Salma say Bismillah with a quivering voice.

"I'm ashamed, Bang. I haven't taught you for a long time." Salma closed her blushing face.

"Sir papa. From now on, you can get used to it again. Come on, you wanna hear it!" Candra's gentle speech managed to make Salma relax a little.

An Naba's letter was chosen by Candra to be read by her wife.

Salma repeats Bismillah...

'Amma yatasaaa 'aluon

He began to teach, his voice no longer shakes but stammering. That is, if so long the tongue is not accustomed to teaching will feel stiff until stammering.

Candra is listening. And patiently correcting the wrong reading without seeing the Qur'an because he had already memorized Juz Amma in his head.

Salma breathed a sigh of relief after completing 40 short verses with a sweaty body.

"My speech is a lot wrong, Bang?" Salma smiled grimacingly as she faced the husband.

"Sir papa. Later if you often teach, long reading will be good."

Candra is a good husband. Salma knows its error in the pronunciation of makhraj and tajwid in almost all verses. But her husband was not upset and motivated her.

Candra closes the Qur'an and keeps it on the table.

"Here, baby."

Salma shifted her seat as Candra called out to her. She spread her head after opening the hijab, on her thigh at her husband's request. Really, his heart felt peaceful and happy. Candra was so sincere in loving him, accepting what he was. Her husband's affection was reflected from the hand caress in her hair that was broken.

"Neng Salma, my beautiful wife. The holy book of the Qur'an is a guide for us to read, understand, and practice. It will be the light of the future in the barzah realm. So it should be read every day yes, at least one verse. When is an important leisure do not miss the day without teaching."

"Yes, Bang. I'm sorry for this lack. Guide me to teaching and lead me to be a good wife." Sincere Salma with a look of regret because she felt the quality of self was not comparable to her husband.

"Hey, Brother is just as lacking. Husband and wife are united to complement each other, cover each other's shortcomings, cover each other's disgrace. Tegur Abang also if there is an attitude that makes you disappointed. We both learn to live in a household that God has guided." Candra rubbed his wife's chin with anxiety

The night continues to rise. Now turned Candra who lay down on the lap of Salma who sat on a pile of pillows, on the bed. The gentle massage of his wife's hand made her lulled in deep with a calm face. A smooth snoring is heard in a regular breath.

Salma did not have the heart to wake her husband up to move. He let it go, and also closed his eyes still in a sitting position with a pile of pillows.