Abraham and Asyila 2

Making Clothes Syar'i For Dyah And Ema

Just a few hours.

Asyila smiled with satisfaction when she saw that the clothes of the two had been finished and looked so elegant.

“Alhamdulillah, finally these two clothes so too. I offer this dress to Dyah and Ema. They will definitely love my clothes,” said Asyila.

Impatiently wanting to give her own sewing clothes, Asyila quickly sent a message to Dyah and Ema so that she could come home soon.

“Ok, the message has been sent and just wait for the arrival of the two of them,” said Asyila monologued while folding neatly clothes seams.

Asyila moved from her seat to meet her husband in the living room.

“Is it finished?” abraham asked as his little wife sat next to him, hugging his arm.

“Alhamdulillah already Mas, Asyila has sewed two Muslim clothes for Dyah and also Ema. Asyila hopes they like the results of the stitches Asyila,” said Asyila expectantly.

“If Mas won't doubt Asyila's skills, next time make Mas a dress!” pinta Abraham's.

“Mas take it easy, Asyila will definitely make Mas clothes,” reply Asyila.

Abraham stared in amazement at the figure of the woman sitting beside him. Abraham's gaze was clear that the man admired his little wife's skill.

“In addition to the beautiful wife Mas, Mas's wife is smart in all fields,” praise Abraham.

Asyila was a little amused by her husband's exaggerating words.

“Mas, don't say that again! Asyila felt very amused,” bright Asyila and laughed amusedly.

“Geli which part?” abraham asked, looking the other way.

Plaque!!!

Asyila reflexively hit her husband's face.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, why was Mas even hit?” abraham put on a hard face.

Asyila bit her own lips and scratched her suddenly itchy nape.

“Ta-so there is a mosquito Mas, a huge mosquito,” replied Asyila while moving her hand telling the shape of the mosquito she meant.

“Jeez, is there a mosquito as big as a ball?” abraham was surprised.

“Nothing, Asyila just did it out of reflex. The end of Mas Abraham's eyes in the other direction,” bright Asyila with cheeks that are flushed like boiled shrimp.

Abraham laughed amusedly at the cute face of his little wife who was very anxious and felt like Abraham biting both cheeks of his beloved wife.

“Mas why laugh? Want Asyila to hit again?” ask Asyila to get ready to hit her husband.

“Yes don't dong,” replied Abraham as he swept his lips.

Seeing the lips of her manyun husband like that, Asyila's heart melted and re-embraced her husband's arm.

“Mas, we are forever to God's heaven,” Asyila said very seriously.

“God willing, Mas will continue to strive to be the head of a good family and who can guide this family to God's heaven,” Abraham replied.

“Aamiin Allahumma Aamin,” Reply Asyila.

Because it was 2 o'clock more, Abraham also invited his little wife to immediately rest in the room. Abraham knew that Asyila was tired because she had focused on sewing.

“Yuk to room, Mas sleepy and want to sleep!” take Abraham.

Asyila agreed to ask her husband to immediately rest in the room.

Upon arrival in the room, Abraham immediately laid the body of his tiny baby in the cot. .

“Honey, sleep here first yes,” said Abraham and after that he immediately put himself in bed.

Asyila took off the hijab she was wearing and changed her clothes more very and slightly open.

Abraham was surprised to see his little wife wearing clothes that caused anxiety in Abraham's heart.

“Syila sure to wear clothes like that?” asked Abraham who did not blink when he saw the curves of his little wife's body.

Asyila gave a small laugh and went to lie on the bed with her husband.

“Mas, actually today Asyila is clean,” whispered Asyila.

“What? That right?” abraham asked with such zeal.

Asyila chuckled amusedly to see how her husband's spirit was when he found out that he was clean.

“Of course, tonight we can,” whispered Asyila.

Abraham immediately gave thanks in such a spirit and hugged the body of his little wife tightly.

“So can't wait for night,” said Abraham.

At the same time, Asyila's phone rang and quickly Asyila took her phone that was in the nightstand for fear of the sound of her phone and disturbing the sleep of the tiny baby.

“Hallo, assalamu'alaikum,” says Asyila.

“Wa’alaikumsalam Aunty's. Dyah and Ema are already in front of the house,” reply Dyah.

Asyila agreed and asked the two to wait for her who was still in the room.

“Did it?” abraham asked his little wife who had just spoken on the phone.

Ashila got out of bed and quickly changed her clothes.

“Iya, Mas. Below are Dyah and Ema. Asyila had previously contacted the two of them to come to the house immediately. Sorry Mas,” said Asyila.

“It's okay, the important thing is, later tonight,” reply Abraham with a smile.

Asyila had finished changing her clothes and rushed down to open the door.

“Aunty sleep yes?” asked Dyah when Ashila had just opened the door.

Asyila leads the two into a workspace that the three of them used to sell Muslim clothes.

“Yeah, these fabrics why so many?” ask Dyah curiously.

“Iya Asyila, last I saw it not this much,” Ema said.

“Actually I want to re-open a Muslim outlet business like that time,” said Asyila timidly.

“Then why not just open it?” asked Dyah who looked so enthusiastic waiting for the day where his Aunty could re-open the Muslimah outlet.

“The two of us will always help you, Asyila. You do not need to think about how to market your clothes,” said Ema.

Asyila just laughed a little and gave Muslim clothes alias syar'i to Dyah and Ema.

“I made this Muslim dress for you, hopefully you like it and I can get excited again to continue this delayed muslimah outlet,” said Asyila.

Both of them with the spirit of wearing Muslim clothes alias gamis syar'i at that time.

“Aaakkhhh!” yelled after wearing.

“You why Dyah?” ask Asyila to panic.

“Masya Allah, this is very beautiful at once elegant. Dyah guarantees this game will definitely sell in the market,” said Dyah with confidence.

“Really?” asked Ashila who sounded hesitant with what Dyah said.

“Asyila, I am very sure that your stitches will be sold in the market. I will help market it right now,” said Ema who is getting ready to photograph the results of the Asyila stitches.

“Ema stop, not now!” asyila pinta.

“Why?” tanya Dyah and Ema compactly.

“Nothing, insya Allah the day after tomorrow I will start sewing again. However, before my stitches become quite a lot, please do not first market it!” asyila pinta.

“Ok!” hymns Dyah and Ema.

Asyila only realized that Dyah had come without Asyila.

“Dyah, which Aunty grandson?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Little Asyila again slept with her Papa. So, Dyah did not dare to take him if he had slept like that. And again, our baby is closer to his Papa than his Mama,” complained Dyah.

“Really?” ask Ema curious.

“So that's it, when her Papa is no little Asyila cries and when her Mama is no little Asyila is mediocre,” she said.

“Means Aunty's grandson is unfortunately the same Yogi and not the same Dyah,” reply Asyila.

Dyah could only smile widely because what Asyila said was indeed true.

“That must be you for being too fierce,” chirped Ema.

Dyah immediately glanced sharply at Ema.

“Stop, do not fight here,” said Asyila because usually two women in front of him will definitely fight with a long time.

Both of them immediately smiled widely so that Asyila did not get dizzy with the behavior of the two of them.

“Dyah, is the clothes enough on your body?” asyila asked curiously because Asyila only thought about Dyah's body size.

“Aunty need not be doubted, Aunty stitches are really very fitting and hopefully in the future Dyah can be thin like Aunty,” said Dyah.

“Dreams,” chirps Ema.

Dyah immediately glanced at Ema and threw a cloth at Ema's face that had just mocked her fat body.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, you guys here actually want to make a fuss huh?” ask Asyila while shaking her head to see the behavior of Dyah and Ema.

“Aunty who started it was Ema not Dyah. It just pinched his ear,” said Dyah.

At the same time, Abraham came to Asyila and asked Asyila to enter the room immediately.

“Syila, run this straight to the room huh. Mas wait in the room,” said Abraham and after that waltzed away.

Dyah and Ema decide to return to their homes. Do not forget they say thank to Ashila who has made Muslim clothes alias gamis for both of them.

“We go home first yes Aunty, assalamu'alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam, be careful on the road,” reply Asyila while waving her hand.

After the two were not seen again, Asyila quickly locked the door and ran small towards the room because the husband had been waiting for her.

Upon arrival in the room, apparently the husband was asleep and made Asyila feel a little guilty.

Asyila changed her clothes with the clothes she was wearing before, after which she laid her body beside the husband.

“How long was it?” abraham asked with his eyes closed.

“Mas did not sleep yes, Asyila thought she was asleep. Sorry Mas,” said Asyila who is now on top of her husband's body.

Abraham who was initially a little bit upset slowly also with what was done by his little wife.

“Mas don't sulk yes,” pinta Asyila.

Abraham slowly opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at his wife.

“Mas now no longer crank, now kiss Mas cheek!” pinta Abraham's.

Without a second thought, Asyila immediately kissed her husband's cheeks and the entire face of her husband, including her lips, repeatedly.

“Alhamdulillah,” bright Abraham with so happy feeling.

Abraham & Asyila

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