Wrong Uterus
Chapter.32

Syifa's face incessantly flushed red upon waking up in the morning, her husband continued to hug as if unwilling to let go. They are still in the hotel, if Arman said the honeymoon is small because of conditions that do not allow Syifa to travel far.

From such a close distance, he could clearly see every inch of the husband's facial line. The shade of the masculine face that charmed anyone now belongs to Syifa, completely.

God, what is this like after the rights and obligations are done. This man is making me more and more unbecoming, inner Syifa.

Slowly Arman's eyes opened as he felt a gentle touch on his face. He smiled when he saw his wife's face right in front of him. "You're awake, you must be tired of the dawn"

"Not to be talked about, Mas, I'm ashamed" said Syifa and then went down from the bed.

A faint smile was drawn as Arman looked at the wife who had come out onto the hotel balcony. Like a pair of newlyweds who had just knit in despair, he again felt that swish, warm, tender and full of love.

His heart was indeed suspended for a tragic loss trauma. Long enough, until when it rose again so excited to be in the channel.

Slowly Arman moved from the bed and approached the wife who was standing on the iron balcony of the hotel. "Today I'm back on leave, since I've been on vacation with you."

Arman's heavy voice now began to sound familiar in Syifa's ears. Those who used to be distant are now as close as nadi. The smooth backstroke that Arman gave her made Syifa feel her abdominal muscles.

"Ehm, another holiday isn't it a problem?" He seemed so nervous, especially when the husband's embrace was getting tighter. From a height of hundreds of meters they knit dreams that had just entered a new stage.

"Little, my work may be piling up but you are my priority now." Arman put his sense of smell right in the neck niche of the level of the wife, "You smell, the dawn was bathing with soap what?"

That question sounds very cliche and b*doh, even though he also took a bath in the same bathroom and used the same soap. Arman Alfarizi with all the love that makes him always be a different person when both with a partner.

"Are you seriously asking?" He tried to eliminate the nervousness even though the husband was more courageous to express his feelings through actions.

"Ck, you know I'm just talking. Syifa, thanks for everything. I know that you may still have doubts because of my time, but rest assured that you and Chintya are both extraordinary women whom God has entrusted to me. I will not compare you to him, but if I will unconsciously compare you, rebuke me but do not leave me."

Syifa frowned when she heard the voice of her husband who suddenly turned sad. He patted the hand of the husband that was coiled around his waist. "Start scared huh? Funny also turns out that Arman Alfarizi is afraid of his wife."

Arman sighed softly and then rested his head on Syifa's shoulder. "You are mistaken, where there is a husband who fears his wife, there is a husband who respects his wife."

"What can I ask for?"

Syifa's question suddenly made Arman enthusiastic, because only this time his wife wanted to ask him something. "What, what do you want, let's say. I want to show you the charm of my wallet."

Syifa again chuckled at the husband's words, she immediately turned her body until she could see Arman's curious face. "My request may be too presumptuous, but is it okay?"

"Syifa just say, what do you want. New car, new bag or maybe some jewelry?"

Syifa shook her head slowly. "No, I just want to make a pilgrimage to the grave of Madam Chyntia, okay?"

A smile appears on Arman's face but his eyes begin to glaze over. Ever since he learned to open his heart to Syifa the desire to take his wife's pilgrimage to the tomb, has continued to cross.

But as a husband, Arman did not want to make Syifa uncomfortable with his request. He did not think the request was said by himself from Syifa's mouth. "If you're concerned, I'll take you there, you'll be happy too."

"Yes, Father. Chyntia's parents in her old age she just wanted to see me re-open my heart and not continue to fall."

"He must be a good man, did you ever realize if surrounded by people who are so good. There's Gavin's doctor, Uncle and Dad."

"Alhamdulillah, without them I do not know how to rise from adversity."

Tok.shock.

At the sound of knocking on the door Syifa immediately went into the room to pick up her hijab. "Why shut up, let's open the door."

"Haha, my wife is like a ninja if she forgets to wear her hijab" seduced Arman and then stepped open the door.

It turned out that the one who came was the hotel maid. Two women in blue batik uniforms were carrying trolleys filled with food. Arman also let the two women in to put all the food he had ordered on the sofa table.

After the two women left, Syifa approached her husband again. "When did you order all this?" tanyanya.

"Last night, I felt it would be more comfortable if we had breakfast in the room together," Arman said and led Syifa to sit on the sofa, next to him.

Arman scoops the fried rice to feed his wife before finally eating his own food and chatting. Just like their newlyweds are chatting with each other and more open than ever.

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An hour passed after finishing breakfast Syifa was about to move to get ready to leave but the husband pulled his hand back and lay on his lap.

"We're leaving at eleven, it's still morning and .. don't you want to try this new sensation on the couch?"

Syifa's eyes rounded for a moment. "New sensation in so-sofa?"

Arman laughed again when he saw Syifa's expression which he thought was adorable. After yesterday Syifa gave him evidence with the real action of presenting the most beautiful banquet that feels will be difficult to forget.

Yes, fulfilling all his desires and enthusiasm. Making him the happiest man is what Syifa did. It is a truly wonderful celebration of love.

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