Almeera's Persistence

So be patient....

Taking time to talk with Umma for a moment, and discussing plans to go to Dilara orphanage, Gibran agreed to come along.

"Mas first breakfast, Meera, then, anyways under there is Mr. Bimo right." said Almeera while rising from her sitting position, put her mobile phone on the table.

When Almeera went into the bathroom the notification on Almeera's phone rang several times, making Gibran curious, married himself to reach for Almeera's phone.

Turns out the phone has not been locked, making Gibran more curious. The opening of the phone, not chat notifications, even blog and social media notifications.

Muslimah Preneur, a personal blog name that Almeera manages, on the Blog is a lot of discussion about a Muslimah. One of the places that Almeera used to preach.

Almeera Az-Zahra, a personal social media owned by Almeera, appeared to post short videos that are worth preaching and also there are video posts of Muslim women's clothing that she produces.

"So in addition to being blinded and hut she also has other routines" Gibran murmured

Patience is school for life, exams like impromptu, but if you pass the results are amazing. Heaven and Happiness are waiting for you. So be patient...

And there's also a video set in the mountains, and there's an audio.. The audio of a woman with a voice familiar to Gibran, because it is the voice of Almeera.

The woman was quick Sweetheart, The woman was Fast Missing, The woman was Quickly jealous, the woman quickly smiled, but the woman did not quickly forget something that made her disappointed.

Deg

Gibran was reminded of Atun's words, so they were the words of Almeera. Gibran realized one thing, it turned out that there was a lot Gibran did not know about the wife.

Checkered

The sound of the bathroom door opened and made Gibran immediately put Almeera's phone back on the table, Gibran pretended to be busy with his cellphone.

And how shocked Almeera was to see Gibran still sitting on the sofa. Almeera rushed back into the bathroom and accidentally made Almeera close the door rather loudly.

Gibran was shocked at her and immediately approached the bathroom.

"you're okay, aren't you??" ask Gibran

Almeera opened her bathroom door slightly, giving Gibran a gap to hear her

"Mas Gibran what's there?? didn't Meera say come down first, Meera's breakfast will follow, why is it still there??"

"why are my rooms, right? and I still don't want breakfast" Gibran replied casually

"yes but Meera wanted to change, Meera thought Gibran was down so Meera didn't bring a change of clothes to the bathroom" upset Almeera and it made Gibran hold a laugh.

"don't tell me now that we're playing Meera, yeah, the big guy's out.."

"dare to mess with my husband, after all this is my room" replied Gibran cuek Tampa guilty and instead leaned his body on the wall with his hands folded on his chest.

"Meera did not mean to ramble mas, but Meera wanted to change clothes, Meera yes time out just by using a towel" said Almeera honestly, because she was just wearing a towel under the knee.

"if I don't want to...??"

"yes, I have been waiting in the bathroom, most of all the wind" Almeera replied with a stance to get Gibran out

"it turns out he can ngeyel also yes." said Gibran with a slanted smile.

"ok. I came out, this time I give a beat, but tomorrow-tomorrow if you forget to bring a change of clothes fitting me, do not expect me out" said Gibran as he stepped foot with a smile expands.

While Almeera stroked her chest, took a deep breath and threw her away, rushing out of the bathroom after Gibran had gone out, hurriedly locking the door of the room and putting on her clothes.

Almeera rushed down for breakfast, the decision to wear her veil was right, because Bimo was still at the dinner table.

"Well, why is breakfast here??"

"Yee wrong Lo own good food in the stay, I laper.." reply Bimo.

"hahaha... sensi very boss..why hands?? You don't want Almeera, do you..??"

"yes no, Lo crazy times yes, I've always played hands, if the same Lo mah ordinary, same woman, not Gibran his name"

"yes if Lo play hands or violence I change the name Lo so Gebrin, my truck changes the shirts Lo so negligent 35 thousand".hahaha"

"Adden...Aden both of these yes, there is just a discussion" said Bik Atun

"How's it feeling since Almeera...??"

"this house feels there are den residents, especially non Meera, good, friendly.no terms mistress and subordinates, even I was helped a lot"

"means it used to be haunted donk bik, its inhabitants are like ghosts huh Bik.hahaha"

"means that Atun's salary is cut by 25 percent, for Almeera's commission for helping the work of ni Atun ya ..hahaha" joked Gibran, and it made Bimo and bik Atun laugh, too, when Almeera reached the kitchen they immediately fell silent, while Almeera tried to ignore the temple temple without hearing.

Almeera took a sitting position opposite Gibran, taking pieces of fruit and a glass of goat milk that he had prepared earlier.

"is that enough for breakfast??"

"Alhamdulillah enough. call his name deh kayak, no longer in the work environment" reply Almeera.

"oh yeah ready.." reply Bimo with thumbs up.

"do you think anyone has trouble eating??" bimo's insinuation, made him get a cynical look from Gibran

"do I need a bribe??" a question with a mocking tone full of satisfaction

"uh, in a desperate situation using the left hand is okay..."

"that mouth can not be diem, if not diem also I tonjok nich..."

"Bu Almeera..eh sorry Meera means her, kayak Gibran needs to be brought to the streets dech. let the muscles be a bit stretched, not tense Mulu..."

"now Lo back to the office, as I commandoin, email me if I have anything to check..."

"let me already full and satisfied, satisfied his wear really.. ok dech I returned to the office, baek baek Lo at home, do not be naughty ya...." reply Bimo by winking his eyes next door

Almeera could only smile behind her veil looking at the two companions who rarely seemed to get along.

Almeera got up from her seat, brought the dishes and her dirty glasses and Bimo into the dishwasher, then took a sitting position next to Gibran, right in the former seat of Bimo.

"This is Merea helpin again." he said while reaching for the spoon in Gibran's left hand, because from yesterday it was Almeera who petrified her to eat.

Gibran could not resist because his right hand was still on the bandage. Almeera painstakingly gave feed after mouthful, without sound.

"other times if angry, do not hurt yourself, even though the anger is actually only bad for yourself, even to others as well" almeera said in her last feed and then went to clean the dining table

Gibran was silent, not knowing what to say, he could argue with many people, but when with Almeera, as if his vocabulary disappeared, he could argue, in addition, I saw the contents of Almeera's blog and Instagram.

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