Abraham and Asyila 2

Taking Care of Your Husband as Best as Possible

“Both Mas should not go anywhere, until that wound is completely healed,” said Asyila who had just entered the room and put her tiny baby in a cot.

Abraham could only be silent, at that time he still managed to catch his breath which continued to hunt because of the charm of his extraordinary little wife.

“Mas why shut up? Here sit, Asyila want to see Mas Abraham's wounds!” pinta Asyila who wants to see her husband's wounds.

Abraham slowly walked up to his wife and sat on the sofa looking at her face.

“Asyila wanted to check the entire body of Mas Abraham,” said Asyila and immediately Asyila also opened one by one button clothes belonging to her husband.

The deg! The deg!

Both were nervous about the situation at the time.

“Mas! Syila!” The two accidentally called each other in a compact manner.

The deg! The deg!

“Mas first! Asyila first!” The two again said the sentence compactly and of course unintentionally.

A couple stared at each other and laughed loosely due to the involuntary cohesiveness.

While laughing, baby Akbar suddenly fussed and made Asyila instantly also run closer to her tiny baby.

Asyila checked her tiny baby diaper which turned out to be full.

“Yes, I'm sorry Mother yes dear. Mommy forgot to replace Akbar diapers,” said Asyila while releasing the baby diaper that was already full.

Abraham who was still sitting on the sofa could only notice how his little wife was busy changing the diapers of their little baby.

“Well, now we have changed,” said Asyila and kissed the reddish cheeks of baby Akbar.

When Akbar's baby calmed down again, Asyila rushed to her husband again.

“Sorry Mas, Asyila must make sure that Mas's body does not leave any bruises,” Asyila said as she undressed by Abraham.

Abraham resigned and seemed to really enjoy what his little wife did that was fumbling his body.

“Mas why do brushes stick like that?’ asyila asked her forehead.

“Enak,” chirps Abraham.

Asyila was shocked and shook her head after hearing the apology from her husband.

“Alhamdulillah, Mas's body has absolutely no bruises. It's just that, Mas's leg was injured. If I may know, this wound because what is Mas?” asyila asked curiously when she saw her husband's leg wrapped in bandages.

Tell me the truth or not? If I told you the truth, Syila would be very sad. But I also cannot lie.

Abraham daydreamed about how to arrange a sentence so that his little wife was not sad because the wound on his leg was a gunshot wound.

“Kas is silent instead?” ask Asyila while shaking her husband's hand to immediately answer her curiosity.

Abraham turned to his little wife who seemed curious about the wound.

“This is a gunshot wound,” replied Abraham with a big smile as if the wound was not taken seriously by Abraham.

“What, gunshot wound? Oh my God, how did you get hit by a shot? Can't avoid that shot? If you know so, should Asyila help Mas,” explained Asyila who turned out to have cried.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, Mas don't want to see Asyila crying. Please stop crying, your husband is fine. Didn't Mas used to get injuries like this, even more severe than just a gunshot wound like this,” said Abraham tried to calm his little wife.

“I mean Mas, a wound like this is just a trivial wound? So, Asyila just shut up to see Mas like this?” ask Asyila who disagrees with her husband.

“Yes not so did your husband, my wife,” replied Abraham and pulled his little wife's body into his arms.

Asyila closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm embrace of her husband.

“Asyila will take good care of Mas,” Asyila said.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you dear Syila,” reply Abraham by peeling Ashila's forehead.

Nightfall.

Asyila had just changed her husband's bandage and looked satisfied with Asyila's face because she managed to do her job well.

In fact, Abraham praised the workings of Ashila who is good at changing the bandage.

“My wife is indeed very smart,” praise Abraham who somehow he said that sentence.

Asyila laughed amusedly at her husband praising her repeatedly.

“Mas are not tired of praising Asyila constantly?”

“Of course not, why am I tired? Precisely Mas happy when every time praising Asyila, of course this is not just a compliment,” explained Abraham.

Asyila blushed to hear her husband's testimony that made her heart immediately flowery.

“The basis is flirtatious,” chirps Asyila and walks towards her tiny baby cot.

“Syila where to hold baby Akbar?” abraham asked when he saw his little wife holding the fourth child of the two of them.

“Of course you want to go down, Mas Abraham. Besides it's still at this hour, Bela needs us too. Bela is watching television alone in the living room. Let's accompany!” bring Asyila.

“Almost Mas forgot Bela, yes let's go down,” reply Abraham and slowly move his feet out of the room.

Upon arrival in the living room, Abraham and Ashila were surprised to see Bela who had fallen asleep while hugging a large enough doll that was bought by Asyila a few hours ago.

“Just did the prayer with Asyila, apparently Bela was asleep. What should we do, Mom? Asyila is unlikely to let Bela sleep here, what if Bela will be bitten by a mosquito?” asked Asyila who looked so attentive to Bela who was clearly not her flesh blood.

“Mas, please carry Akbar for a moment. Asyila will try to move Bela to the room,” Asyila said as she handed her tiny baby to Abraham.

“Syila do not do that, Syila is definitely not able to lift Bela,” reply Abraham doubtful with what will be done by his little wife.

Asyila smiled widely, raising Bela's body for her was a very easy matter.

It was in vain that he practiced martial arts if such a trivial thing alone he could not.

When Abraham wanted to prevent Asyila, Abraham was immediately shocked by what Ashila had done.

“Syila, put Bela down. What about fall?” abraham asked, looking very panicked.

“Mas take it easy,” reply Asyila and casually lift Bela's body towards the room that is usually occupied by Dyah.

At that moment Abraham was stunned, his little wife really looked very strong like a wonder woman.

“Is that beautiful woman still my wife?” abraham asked in amazement.

A few minutes later.

Asyila came back to her husband who was daydreaming.

“Mas, it's late why still daydream?”

“Did Asyila's hand not hurt?” abraham asked back.

“What pain? Let's go up to the room again, Bela's asleep.”

Abraham nodded and walked with small steps towards their room.

“Mas, let Akbar be fat Asyila. Mas be careful yes, if not strong it is better Mas just stay in the room,” said Asyila while climbing the stairs together with her husband.

Upon arrival in the room, Ashila asked her husband to lie down immediately. Asyila wanted her husband to be able to rest as soon as possible so that the wound on her husband's leg could heal quickly.

“Mas lie down, Asyila will breastfeed our baby first. After that, Ashila will return to focus on caring for Mas Abraham. Oya, Mas Abraham wants Ashila to make what?” ask Asyila.

Abraham scrunched his forehead, when he learned how his little wife was so chatty just because of her injured leg problem.

“Mas why daydream again? Does your leg hurt? Want to change the bandage again?” ask Asyila who was very worried about her husband's condition.

“Syila calm down, Your husband is really fine.”

“Mas don't say like that, now say what Mas want. Asyila will definitely make food for Mas,” reply Asyila who is very enthusiastic to hear the wishes of her husband.

Abraham quickly shook his head, “Mas is not hungry, if Syila has finished breastfeeding Akbar, immediately come here and hug your husband!” pinta Abraham's.

“Basic,” chirps Asyila.

Long enough Asyila breastfeed her tiny baby who is now asleep. Then, Ashila stopped her and put her little baby in the cot.

After that, Ashila decided to approach her husband and massaged his arms tenderly.

“What does Asyila do?” ask Abraham who felt bad about what his wife did.

“Currently Mas Abraham is sick, Asyila just wants to take care of Mas Abraham as best as possible. Mas's body must be sore, so let Asyila massage Mas Abraham and Asyila please do not ask Asyila to stop!”

Abraham resigned and agreed what an Asyila wanted to do.

“Mas, when do we go to Jakarta?” asked Asyila who kept massaging her husband's arm.

“Insya Allah the day after we are in Jakarta,” replied Abraham.

Asyila smiled sweetly hearing that the day after tomorrow they were going to Jakarta.

“Asyila already can't wait to sleep with Ashraf,” said Asyila who missed their second baby.

“If Syila sleeps with Ashraf, then what about Mas?” abraham asked, pointing to himself.

Asyila chuckled at the expression on her husband's face.

“Mas jealous of our son?” asked Asyila who was now even laughing amusedly.

“Of course, Syila belongs only to Mas a,” stressed Abraham.

“Mas is really yes, of course Asyila belongs to Mas and also our children. Now Mas is silent, Asyila wants to focus on massaging,” stressed Asyila who is now moving to the thigh of her husband.

Abraham resigned and did not forget to thank the attention of the wife.

“Mas..”.

“Iya, what is Syila?” abraham asked curiously.

“What Mas will forever help them in capturing enemies?” ask Asyila curiously.

“God willing, Mas can only submit themselves to Allah. If God is determined to continue to help them, why not? As long as your husband is still strong, God willing Mas will continue to help them,” explained Abraham as it is.

Asyila pondered for a moment and decided to help her husband as long as he could.

“What is Asyila thinking?” abraham asked, looking at the expression on the face of his little wife who seemed to be thinking about something.

“Hmmm.. no,” replied Asyila and instead massaged her husband's thigh quite hard.

“Aaww, slow down Syila!” asyila pinta.

Instead of slowly, Asyila even more eager to massage her husband.