A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working

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I entered the dark room without any lighting, I sharpened my gaze but I saw no one in this room.

Slowly and fumbling as I walked like a blind man, I intended to open the window to get the light and find where the light switch was.

Just as my hand felt the door open, I fell down and hugged someone bare-chested and droplets of water still wetting his body.

"Aaaagghhpp..." I screamed in shock at letting go of the embrace, but the person in front of me covered my mouth with his hands.

"Shut up!! You want Ummi to come here and get us married right away when you see me naked hugging you?" he said it quietly almost whispered in my ear

"WHAT?!" I said surprised, naked she said? Oh Allah forgive me.

"Shut up! Hold my shoulder so you don't fall" he said grabbing onto my two hands and keeping it in his shoulder with our position still facing.

The distance so close that I could clearly smell the scent of mint shampoo that Husein was using, droplets of water from her hair falling down on the back of my hand.

"Husein, don't be like" I said threateningly.

"Currently, who's the first kind, you go into my room to settle down" said Husein, guiding me slowly to the edge of the bed.

"Sorry" I said regretfully.

Knowing the door is not locked makes me not think if Husein is doing activities in the bathroom.

"It's quiet, sit down I'll turn on the light" said Husein sitting me by the bed.

Not long after the lights were on, I slowly opened my eyes when the room started dark to make glare when the light was there.

Glucose.

I had trouble swallowing the saliva when I saw the sight before me, Husein is not really without clothes he wears short boxer pants with a kimono towel without being tied up to the athletic body and torn bread plastered real seductive in front of me.

Husein approached with a strange grin on his face, I still stared at the sight before me.

"Is this teasing you?" ask Hussein with a strange grin.

Without me noticing I nodded without taking my eyes off.

Crack.

Husein flicked my forehead pretty hard.

"Ah hurts!!" I said half screaming stroking the heat of the forehead of the former persecution of Husein.

"Close your eyes! Seeing her like being invited to a wedding doesn't want to, you want to keep making sins?" Husein said ketus tie the kimono towel tightly until the torn bread was tightly closed.

"Hehehehehe, since when did that flat stomach turn into torn bread?" I said chuckling slowly realizing the stupidity I had done.

"You're really naughty!" husein said, anxious with both hands crossed in his chest.

"Hahahahaha, I haven't seen Husein in a long time so please be informed" I replied.

"Humirah don't tease me, you want me to open this kimono towel?" sullenly.

"No - no, I'll wait for you outside you can get dressed first" I replied in fear, of course I was afraid I might just be sculpting but imagining it I was obviously afraid my faith wasn't that thick.

"No need for you to wait here, I'll change clothes on the walk in closet" Husein left me and headed for the dressing room.

After a few minutes Husein came out in casual clothes, long black jogger pants, plain white oblong shirt with a small towel that he used to dry wet hair.

"What are you here for?" asked Hussein to sit in a chair by the window.

"Yes, so explain what your goal is?" Husein stared flat at me.

"Husein are you still angry? can you forgive me?" My words soften, I really want to remain the person around him even if it's just a friend.

"I'm not angry, I'm just upset" she answered, looking away at the window of the room she opened.

"You want to be friends with me?" Ask me

"Not my friend has been much and there is nothing useful" Husein's answer made me chuckle softly, since when did he have many friends.

"Husein" I said softly.

"I want you to be my wife" she replied sternly

"Husein" I said again.

"Without a man it can be your husband and I can't?" Ask her angry.

"Husein" now I am saddened to see how much Husein wants me.

"Explain your reasons" he said furiously.

"Husein, aren't you ashamed of getting a 2-child widowed escort, you're not from among the common people, do you want to throw dirt on your parents' faces for marrying a woman like me" Obviously I don't want my status and my children to be a burden to him later.

"Is being a widow a terrible disgrace?" asked Husein turned to look at my face the eyes we met, I looked down to hide the sadness that I had been receiving.

"For some people like that, even when I was the widow of all mothers - mothers excommunicate me, they are afraid that her husband is close to me"

"Was that bad?" husein lirih.

"Hussein don't talk about it, you want to be friends with me?" Ask me with a sweet smile that expands perfectly.

"Alright, at least I can throw out the men who intend to invite you, so that we can be single together" he said to make me turn my eyes. This brat.

"Husein why it sounds so creepy the motive behind the friendship that you agree with" I said.

"Why? you don't want to?" ask her.

"All right now I'm dizzy thinking about your stubbornness" said I relented.

"Husein how are you doing now?" I asked to switch the conversation that always upset me.

"Why? You want to be my personal nurse" asked Husein, looking into her eyes as if probing.

"Yes, as much as I can treat you as I like" I replied flatly.

"What are you planning? see me bare-chested?" Ask her by blinking her eyes.

"Gilgoshen!!" I said half screaming throwing pillows at Husein's face.

"Hahahahaha, your face is red with Humairah" said Husein, laughing at me.

"You're a bitch!" I grabbed the pillow in his arms and beat him relentlessly with it.

The sound of laughter echoed Husein made me realize that this was Husein's first laugh after she had a protracted sadness.

Hussein I will make sure you are always well and get your happiness.