Aak Thugs Me With You

Is This a Dream

Deren could not hide his sadness. Which time one of his friends had to enter the operating room because he found a serious wound.

Codot, forced to undergo a longer hospital stay because the injuries are very serious. In fact, until recently, the tall, thin man had not been conscious. Patiently the friends waited for him in turn.

Five days passed ...

The mountain longs have now Aisyah and Deren felt. The newlywed couple who recently felt the proof of love was forced to separate because of something.

Although they are connected by social messia, still the name misses the need for medicine. That's face to face.

Aisha was agitated, her heart was not calm. It is a shame if you are asked to be patient. Not to mention, Aisyah should have been scheduled to meet him. Fly to Palembang, meet his parents. Unfortunately, Fatimah's mother forbade him to come. Her birth mother said that Palembang was very dangerous for her.

After completing his duties as a Muslim, Aisyah chose to lay her body on the tapestry where she and her husband first felt the beauty of their love.

Tears of his longing flowed profusely there. I want this beautiful woman to run to the place where her husband is. Deren's embrace and affection he really misses.

The night was getting late, and I attacked him. But with all his might he fought it. I don't know! right now he wants to wake up. And hope the husband will come hugging and kissing her like that shahdu night. Enclose him affectionately. Yes ... Aisha missed that moment.

Aisyah longs, wants to sulk as usual. Ask .. and pry all about the husband. Funny thing is, Deren will patiently answer the question he asked. Sometimes ... The handsome man would pinch him in the armpit with anxiety. Aisyah likes it, Deren's body odor can indeed make her forget herself. Not to mention the sound of Deren's hoarse laughter which was able to make him feel the happiest.

Aisyah's efforts to wake up turned out to be in vain. Right now, he had been swept away in a beautiful dream. Without him realizing it, there are two pairs of eyes that now touch him with all the flavors available. They are her real mother and the beloved husband she missed.

"Come in, Bi," asked Deren as he looked at his mother-in-law.

Fatimah's mother said nothing. Her lips trembled withstanding the cry. Deren helped her sit on the side of the bed. So that this middle-aged woman can be satisfied to look at the queen in her life.

"This is my Aisyah?" ask Fatimah's mother slowly. Like whispering, maybe he does not want the daughter he missed will be awake.

"Yes, Bi. This is Aunt's Aisyah. She's my wife too" replied the Handsome Man who owns this room. Deren doesn't want to lose apparently. Aisha is his. Yes .. yes .. yes, just like you Deren. He is yours.

"She is so beautiful" said Fatimah's mother again. The smile in that cry really made Deren feel tightness in his chest. Fatimah's mother kissed the princess' forehead. She was very fragrant, the Inner Mother Fatimah.

"What did you say. How dare you say my sweet daughter is chatty. You're the stupid one" Fatimah's mother replied. Deren laughed.

"Silent fool. He's sleeping, he's waking up. Pity this sweet mother's daughter," said Ibu Fatimah upset. Deren stopped his laughter. Close her mouth, so that this angry woman does not abuse her again. God, this woman is funny really funny. He can act like a child who is afraid of losing his toys. Although the other side is she's the most powerful woman Deren has ever known.

Fatimah's mother continued to look at Aisyah's shady face. Deren understood the longing, so he offered Mother Fatimah to treat the longing by continuing to be beside Aisyah.

"Auntie, just sleep next to Aisyah. Let me sleep in the workspace" Deren offered.

"What's wrong. Let me sleep in the guest room. Poor thing, he must have missed you too" replied Fatimah's mother. Thank God, understanding mother-in-law, crafty Deren's mind.

"Now, Auntie doesn't want to sleep here?" ask Deren again. Fatimah's mother narrowed her eyes. He knew that his handsome son-in-law was teasing him.

"You don't have to ask too many questions. I've decided, or want me to not let you sleep with her forever" Fatimah's mother threatened.

"If that's my goodness, Bi. Later if we are separated continuously, when dong we can love Aunt cute grandson," Deren replied with his cute face. Fatimah's mother seemed to think. Smile when you hear the words grandchildren.

"Yes, yeah, I'm kind of stupid. Yes, you have made many grandchildren for me. Let's take me back to the room!" said Mother Fatimah while trying to get up from her seat. Deren responded and immediately helped the mother-in-law back into her room.

"Bi, aunty doesn't pity me with uncle?" fishing rod Deren. Because Mother Fatimah kekeh does not want to be together again with Om Patrio. In fact, Om Patrio really expects the woman who gave him this one princess to get back together.

"For what pity. We are used to being apart. There was never any love between us. He just considers me an ordinary wife, never mind. Aunt, tired. Want to rest," replied Mother Fatimah, this woman is so stoic and firm. Deren does not want to be too pushy, he must have his own reasons why he refused to return with Om Patrio.

Fatimah's mother was pensive in her room. It was like a dream for him. Meet the man she loved so much. I could see the daughter born from her womb. If everyone knew, that he knew every step and deed of the Patrio so far. Perhaps, no one would ever dare to force him to return with the man who once broke his heart.

Fatimah's mother was grateful, Patrio lost his memory. This middle-aged woman will no longer hear the curse of her husband. In fact, without anyone else knowing Patrio ever doubted the child he was born with. So, if it's like that where there might be women who want to be together.

During this time Fatimah's mother grasped her own wound. All she wanted was to see with her own head the child and her husband were fine. And he was proud, even though he lived for years in a cage of greed but he was able to destroy his enemy in his way.

Seriate....