AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTERS 194. MISS MOODY

The next day, Orchid.

Sheila Hijab contacted Amir for the signing of their cooperation contract. The two agreed to meet at the location around the Orchid Land Cibubur complex at ten o'clock.

In accordance with the agreed hours, the two brothers and Aiswa and Maira headed to Resto to meet Miss Sheila. An hour later, they clutched after an official procession until the three separated.

Amir returns to Tazkiya, Naya returns to the top of her unit with Maira, while Sheila flies to Germany, in preparation for Sheila's showroom launching there. In two weeks, their first show will be held, meaning that Aiswa must be completely fit when going to travel far back in the early trimester of pregnancy.

"Well, baby, let's go for a walk. Babymoon," said Amir kissed Aiswa's stomach when he was about to drive his car to Tazkiya.

"In the Lord. Later we go back to mean yes Bii, not here continue right?" ask Aiswa.

"Home home, baby, why?"

"I miss my room there, miss the crowd the sound of workers happy at lunchtime. Kangen was sitting in the afternoon at the boutique while snacking, "his laughter was carefree.

"Start at home?"

"About from the beginning, it's just that all the normal situations of the activity I get just while there. If it's that, lonely. Most santri doank back and forth," said Aiswa.

"Related?"

"Ish, yes. Also if there anyway, want to go with the old Qolbi is also free not burden. In the room all day is also very comfortable. If there are guests here, there will be food delivery, called Buya to meet again this same. Yeah, Buya's son's risk, but I want to breathe a sigh of relief...."

Amir pulls the brake lever when the traffic light is red. He turned to his left, only silently looking at his wife who spoke with a happy face.

To be honest, Rohi, just wants a simple thing, but you can only do that now. Ck, my wife's patience.

"Do you see that?" Aiswa was astonished at her husband who was as comfortable as a smile.

"From now on, you are free to do anything, just as I am," Amir rubbed his head.

"Yes, same Qolbi," Aiswa smiled sweetly. So sweet that it beats the sugar saccharin.

"Beautiful is really Rohi, O God is gnarly," he whispered affectionately.

"Be careful not to shush, the lights go green again" Aiswa's laughter rang out again.

May while living with me, much happiness you achieve dear.

"Aamiin," said Aiswa.

"Ko know?"

"Qolbi seriously so, see me if ga sholawat usually pray," submits Aiswa shy.

"Allahumma ba'daha ya Robb .. You know it, yes" Amir's smile rose.

"You know, my husband's good habits are. Bii, don't like that smile later. That's mine," the great-grandson softly.

Amir laughed at his wife's protest.

"By."

"Yes" replied Amir quickly.

"Don't smile if there are other women, yes" Pinta Aiswa again who is just a nod to Amir.

"By."

"Yes, dear," replied Amir, though his gaze remained forward.

"By."

"Hmm, I'm yours, all yours," she replied.

"It's not that" said Aiswa.

"Well, have you changed?" Amir did not stop thinking, as soon as his mood changed.

"Biiiiiiii," Aiswa began to sulk.

"Yes Rohi, yes ... why, do I drive this baby, what do you want?"

"Do you want that?" point Aiswa at the pick-up seller on the side of the road when going to the toll.

"Can't you? yes already," the mood is messy, but Amir has not answered.

"No, I don't want to."

"Huh? that fast?"

"Bii," Aiswa ignored her husband's question.

"Yes," this time Amir actually pulled over his car. Facing Aiswa, waiting for what he would ask for.

"Not so ah, Qolbi saw it that way" said Aiswa.

"Astaghfirullah .. pregnant, what do you ask for? I bought it," persuaded Amir again mumpung not yet entered the toll he thought.

"Go back to Cirebon," Aiswa pinta with sparkling eyes.

Jedddeeeeeerrrrr.

Like hearing the kuntilanak in broad daylight. Horror instantly enveloped the atmosphere in the car.

"Rohi, seriously? back to Umma. The turning time, dear?" Amir spoke softly, stroking Aiswa's cheek.

"Away huh?"

Athaghfirullah, patient, patient. Amir could only take a deep breath.

"Kaaaaaaan." Flagship moves out. Aiswa started to tear up.

"Like on, we're back home. I'll call Umma first, then" Amir pressed the quick call button on his phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum Umma ... Umma, cook what? Aish is hungry," Aiswa interrupted Amir's words.

"Huh? not back?"

"Who's going home?" asked Aiswa, opening her eyes a few times.

"So he said just now" Amir was astonished. Qiyya used to be nothing like this she thought.

"Where are you, get over here. Umma cook Aish's favorite, also make something fresh," Umma's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Come, to Umma," Aiswa cheered along with her husband's gentle sigh, so Amir was afraid that Aiswa's mood changed when he heard her breath.

...***...

London, at the same time.

Dewiq was still packing his things into the suitcase in the room. He will return to Indonesia to spend ten days in the exam.

For almost a week, he and Ahmad had not communicated with each other. Only news from Mama occasionally he got as a painter miss.

"Bear ... Beaches ... Bear, this calm I let you in there, even with no news for me. As sure as it was me to you, My Bear," she wrote while arranging some of the things she brought for her future husband.

Dewiq grabbed the phone on the bed, dropped himself there. He left a suitcase that was still not neat on the floor.

His fingers opened the gallery, looking at Ahmad's shady photo as he smiled from the side. He got this from Aiswa, even willing to do the stupid thing that Aiswa asked of him, for the sake of redeeming one photo of the man.

Unknowingly, her tears were shed.

"My mind is looking for you Bear, he asks you all day ... It turns out that it hurts just as much yes, longing in silence by loving silently .. kangen you Bear, very," so much so as to sound.

"Aeyza .. Now I understand what it's like to love someone helplessly" he said in between sobs.

"Me and you, will it be as hard as a pulse? I will not be persistent in looking happy, because the taste is created just like that when you are with me.. my missus is anchored to you, settles and sincere like coffee with dregs, who never stumbled but hesitated to be in hempas."

Dewiq curled up on the bed, his heart ached and tight at the same time.

Mama Rosalie saw her daughter's bedroom door open slightly.

Intentions see what Dewiq is doing but he actually accidentally heard all the longing sentences that he addressed to Ahmad. Mama's smile rose at once concerned.

"Sister, forgive us if you finally have to suffer for holding back the taste. Be patient, two more days, okay?" lirih Mama Rosalie, while rubbing the clear fur that slid down on her smooth cheeks.

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