Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 25 The Poison Soleh Began to be Stocked
After a little misunderstanding debate, Jyria and Soleh allowed to enter the room in Samsiah to perform Maghrib prayers because Azan had been reverberating in the mosque.
Soleh was amazed, Juria took care of him almost as much as Amelia.
A piece of sarong, Koko and also a skullcap and a small prayer mat have been available on the bed after Soleh cleaned himself in the bathroom.
Very happy heart, have another wife who turned out to be good at taking care of all her needs.
"Darling?" call Soleh to the Syrian who is wearing a mukena and glazing on the dresser mirror.
The vibrating Syrian heart was called dear by Soleh at once turned his head.
"Yes Mas?"
"I... pray in the mosque?"
"Mmmh... If I ask mas praying here and so my faith, may I?"
Soleh gawking.
His prayers during this time. Even almost more often do not pray because his faith is labile and likes to go up and down.
So he was worried that his prayer reading was wrong.
Unlike Amelia who is a private person who obeys worship.
"Mmm, no, no, no, but, my science is just a fingernail, Ju!".
"Let's learn together."
Do something special. Making Soleh nod and step closer to Juria. No Maghrib prayers in the mosque.
Both pray together.
Soleh as priest and Jyria as his makmum.
Two different hearts of thought become one goal. The purpose for happiness.
Soleh with the hope of happiness and begged Juria to open the door of the heart for him so that all ideals are achieved. The ideals that make him no longer heavy to think about economic problems, financial and family pressure about heredity.
While the Jyrians prayed with great sincerity, happy because finally God sent a companion man who He could make a priest in life. Syria has promised to change itself for the better. Especially in serving the husband.
In a different place, Amelia also pleaded with a sincere heart for the happiness of her beloved husband. May Allah grant them patience and fortitude in the face of all the trials of life.
Amelia hoped that time would soon run fast. Up to three years that Soleh promised to arrive with himself who became the winner.
Either Allah is All-Knowing, For Allah is All-Regulating the Life of All His people. He sees the depth of every man's heart which is wrong and which is right.
The three human beings who are interlocked with each other his life asked for the help of Allah Ta'ala, but somehow the story of his third life, God is the determinant. Good is bad, destiny is qodo and qodar, Allah is Almighty.
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Juria pecked herself on the mirror of the room dresser.
Soleh was chatting with Ojan, Abinya in the living room.
Occasionally Juria smiled sweetly remembering her forehead that was frowned upon by Soleh after he kissed the back of the hand of the Husband after finishing the Maghrib prayer service.
Occasionally his fist swayed in the air in delight.
Just awakened and red blushed the face of Juria knowing that Soleh was watching him after opening the room door slowly.
The timid Jyria instantly covered her face.
Soddy laughed a little. It was good to see Juria who was increasingly sumringah the aura of her face.
Soleh closed the door of the room and walked slowly towards Juriah who was still sitting in the front seat of the dressing table.
"Hehehe...., where are you going?" god is careful.
"Ish, it's on the ledek!" tukas Juria a little spoiled out.
Soleh sat on the edge of the bed with his face facing Juria.
"Beautiful wife, to be loved!" he muttered while pushing his body towards Juriah and...
Cup.
Her lips kissed the head of Juria gently.
Almost burst out the heart of Jyria which was full of flowers.
Soleh's sweet and caring attitude made Juria speechless with high daydreams drifting.
Soleh just kissed his forehead, then lay down slowly and supine with his eyes closed.
Seems to be feeling tired because all day go out.
Morning drove Amelia, the sore took Juria. So that Jyria became sorry to see her husband who looked exhausted.
His hand held the lower leg of Soleh. But Soleh was surprised and woke up immediately when he realized there was a soft touch of someone's massage which turned out to be a massage of Juriah's hands on the calf of his right leg.
"Darling?!?"
Juria blushed with her face down, but did not stop her service to Soleh.
The light of Soleh's heart grew soaring his happiness.
Soleh got up from his fall and sat down while grabbing the fingers of Juriah.
"What is this fine hand doing?" tanyanya tempt.
"Med massaging her husband's leg." Juriah's slow but clear-sounding answer in the ear made Soleh grin.
"Oh, very good wife!" his praise made Juria even more blushing her face.
"What... During this time, Ms Amel rarely massaged Mas Soleh's legs?" jyria asked inquisitively.
Soleh almost choked on his own saliva when he immediately replied, "Rarely!"
His heart admitted the lie began to be his ninja way to reach Jyria.
"Bak Amel doesn't work? Why?..."
"Amel can't massage!"
Again Soleh felt the pounding of his heart pounding. He again lied, even began to be evil because of badmouthing his first wife, Amelia.
In fact, Amelia also always took care of it properly.
On the matter of service, Amelia's been an amazing wife to him all this time.
Finish prayers Maghrib Amelia always provide a cup of coffee Capuccino favorite Soleh. Even sometimes the following snacks if the shopping money is still there more.
Especially Soleh, Amelia always does her best.
But why now Soleh just as if he was telling the opposite.
Soleh also realized his mistake in the heart. Yet...
Amelia Darling! Ii'm sorry. Sorry for lying about you. I did it all for our future. For our happiness after three years have passed. Please forgive me!
Soleh began to diverge.
Continue to continue the fake story in order to attract the attention of Juriah who increasingly looked at his face with pity.
How cute are you, Mom! Turns out, that's how your wife behaved. I thought your parents were exaggerating the story. But apparently.., the nature of Ms. Amel is a little problematic.
Juriah begins to think badly of Amelia, her husband's honey.
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