AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTERS 210. NEGLIGENCE

RA Company's.

The two young men of different professions just came out of the basement of Raharja Arka building to a cafeteria not far from there, to talk about the next steps related to Dwiana.

"Ke cafe first yes Mas," said Rayyan.

"Ok," replied Amir while checking his phone.

He was unconscious from earlier that his flat object was still flight mode. When returning the settings function to the beginning, message notifications and incoming continuous calls cause noise.

"Geez, people are busy that way, in berondong notif," continued Rayyan when they were already in the car.

"So it turns out not active Dok tablets, silent beaches," kekeh Amir.

Criating.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. yes dear, sorry .. sorry umma, I forgot to switch from flight mode, sorry yes .. astaghfirullah, sorry .. video call Rohi, sorry, I'm still with Doctor Rayyan," Amir replied to calm Aiswa who accused him of cheating.

"Hi Aeyza, I still borrowed your husband. I will take you home soon, Bumil," Rayyan replied in a slightly loud voice.

"Well, crank it up. Fate," complained Amir during a call at Aiswa's breakup.

"Repot yes, Mas. I don't think Aeyza's secretary will be that extreme swing mood," kekeh Rayyan.

"Don't understand that. The mood is easily changed. A moment sweet, a moment crunching, a moment happy yourself, back again emotion .. use patient doank most ngadepinnya .. but mending mood swing deh, rather than possessive. Serem, know for yourself what if the fierce mode is nongol," said Amir smiling considering the incident Buya got a tantrum from his wife, the other day.

"He is free to be himself like after becoming Mas Amir's wife? looks different. I used to meet him it was calm, pendiem even though it was fierce, yes. Only now more expressive," added Rayyan again.

"A lot of people say that, but for me he hasn't changed since. Just a little pregnant again," she laughed off.

Krieg. Amir's phone rings again.

"Change" he said as he shifted the green button upwards.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Amir.

"Still in Jakarta, maybe tomorrow home. Why Bah?" ask Amir.

"Oh yes, tomorrow I'll finish. Do you know where it is?"

"Again in Cirebon with Uyut? did God not say? I'm coming home tonight yes" Amir replied again.

Amir was silent, apparently listening carefully, even when their car was parked neatly in front of a cafe, Amir was still silent.

"Guggih, in Shay'ah. Wa'alaikumussalam," he replied again.

After turning off the call and preparing to go down. Rayyan.

"Mas, if it's urgent that I take you back now, yes, we'll just talk at Abuya's house" Rayyan said.

"Even if there, later I can not nemenin doctor loh. Doctor, know for yourself, madam, let's finish first. It has arrived here. Come in," take Amir while pulling the door lever and get out of the car.

The two entered the cafe, spending almost an hour to a plan if Dwiana was found.

Tazkiyas.

Rayyan escorts Amir back to Tazkiya ahead of Ashar. After leaving, Rayyan turned her car back to Hermana Hospitals.

Rayyan just left. The young mistress directly smashed her body into Amir's embrace.

"Maa sha Allah, all day long do not meet the Tazkiya angel, very kangen," said Amir hugged Aiswa who came to him with a sour face.

"Kangen Qolbi too, and I was wearing this because it was difficult to take a nap when sleepy. There was no smell of Qolbi," Aiswa's whine still tightly hugged her husband. His left hand lifted the last Amir shirt he wore before Rayyan picked him up this morning.

"This one wants to be washed, Rohi. Enter yuk, not good when seen santri," whispered Amir while stepping limped because Aiswa even set his feet on the feet of Amir who is based on house slippers, so they stepped together.

"It's not tight, Rohi. That this?"

"No."

"Astaghfirullah, Aishishemale. There is aja want ya.." reprimand umma for the behavior of his daughter, when he saw Amir had trouble pulling his legs when stepping.

"Belgain, Umma. It's okay, "Amir replied, caressing Aiswa's head hoping that his wife doesn't change mood again.

When you enter the room.

"Darling, I took a shower, just a little Ashar," trying to let go of Aiswa's embrace.

"And I said, there's no Qolbi smell. Don't take a shower" he whispered.

"This is how it used to be."

"While standing? can't be late standing, cape, we sit, yes" take Amir to the long sofa.

Like a baby koala, Aiswa is still firmly attached to her. Amir pulls Aiswa's hijab slowly until it is released. Smell strawberry scented hair, pull the hair string so that it decomposes.

"It was very soft" he whispered in the ear of Aiswa who was sitting in a position facing Amir, so that his body was sticking tight.

Amir stroked his wife's long shoulder-length hair to her back, several times.

"Later home tonight, baby. There is Abah and Uyut at home, also about the problem of theft is not yet complete. Abah said, this is my negligence," he said softly.

"Ko can Bii. How about going home now? I miss my room, Bii," asked Aiswa.

"Later to tell me. What a miss, huh?"

"Yes, miss Qolbi over there."

"Well, what's the difference?"

"My husband is there, ah different anyway. Qolbi if it's here, his idol Umma. I was always wrong in Umma's eyes. Though Qolbi is my husband," Aiswa.

Amir just laughed. "You're as Jealous as Umma anyway, honey?"

"Umma is also a woman, Bii. After all, my college if it's light there. Qolbi is all mine," began senewen.

"Yes, it belongs only to Aiswa Fajri. Stay healthy, Rohi, the story is all the same I whatever you feel.." he said still stroking Aiswa's back slowly.

"By."

"Yes," replied Amir, peeping Aiswa's forehead.

"Sorry."

"For?"

"My emotions, moody and others, sorry. Didn't mean to make Qolbi difficult" murmured Aiswa, pinning his head on the husband's chest.

"The hormonal, honey. I don't think how you are, huh. Don't guess the weird one. Most importantly, you are both healthy" continued Amir, along with the Ashar Adhan.

The two were just silent, late to enjoy the cuddle atmosphere that Amir created. Aiswa did feel that her husband was much more patient with the mood swing since he knew she was pregnant. He also pampered himself.

"Ashar yuk, Rohi."

Silent.

"Honey," whispered Amir, he knew Aiswa was falling asleep.

"Can't be booby, honey. We go for a walk, and snack before going home in Jasmine yuk's garden. Dating," seduced Amir.

The lashes begin to reopen. Looking at her husband's face as if looking for an answer there.

"Can you do anything?" tanya Aiswa blinked her round eyelids, expelling drowsiness.

"Can, as long as it's not spicy ... God, the gem."

Either Aiswa is very charming or Amir is easily tempted. His wife's lips ran out he attacked.

When will lift the body of Aiswa so that they rise. Amir's phone rings again.

Aiswa descended from the lap of her handsome man, making it easier for Amir to pick up the device in the pocket of his right trousers.

"Hasbi?"

"Don't Bii, don't pick up anymore." Aiswa.

"Why, Honey?"

"Because-"

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