Anissa's Promise

Anissa's Promise
Perfect ???



Now Anisa and Ibra are walking together when they get home from the plantation. Walk hand in hand and hold hand. Maybe if Aisyah always behaved like that holding hands, because in addition to following the affection according to the Prophet, he also thought it would be a little able to avoid the attack of the actor.


" What did Usman say to you on the farm?" ask Ibra. Anisa was silent, yes think that Ibra did not ngeh when he and Usman ustad discussed Aisyah and Riziq.


" I'm not talking strangely" Anisa said.


" Sa?, I see you guys looking serious"


Anisa fell silent and looked at her husband.


" Are you jealous of me?" anisa asked with a smile until Ibra also smiled.


" Why should I be jealous of Ustad Usmsn" said Ibra until Anisa narrowed her eyes.


" So you're not jealous of me?" asked Anisa a little dislike. Ibra laughed.


" Why Ani, why should I be jealous when you talk to Usman's ustad" Ibra said while imitating Usman's voice and style. With a little annoyed Anisa directly hit Ibra's hand slowly.


" You're doing Bim"


" Ha ha ha"


" I was just chatting earlier, I was caught watching Aisyah ka just like Riziq when on the plantation" said Anisa.


" Why are you watching them?" ask Ibra wonder. Anisa smiled shyly.


" I'm a little jealous of them Bim. They look romantic even though they are 5 years old. Wherever they are they look so perfect" said Anisa back. Ibra was smiling.


" It shouldn't be you who envy them, it should be them who should envy us"


" sthat mean?" anisa didn't understand.


Ibra smiled.


" Aren't we a phenomenal couple, an Ibra former Jakarta delinquent, very lucky to have a wife like Anisa Maharani Akbar, who is good at designing clothes, who is good at cooking, and who is good at making clothes, the smart one makes a smart husband anxious for pandan leaves, and smart in bed" said Ibra with a small laugh until Anisa pursed her lips.


" In reality I can't cook" Anisa grumbled until Ibra laughed.


" In reality, everyone has their own shortcomings and advantages, and I like your shortcomings and strengths" said Ibra until Anisa smiled shyly.


" Even accepting when I'm angry and getting out my annoying words, nyerocos without brakes?" ask Anisa.


" Hmmm, I accept it, I'll stuff my ears with cotton if you're singing indistinctly" Ibra said, holding back her laughter.


" I'm not singing indistinctly, but I'm angry with you" Anisa grumbled. Ibra laughed again.


" I'm sorry, Bim, if I can't be the perfect wife for you, I'm still lacking"


Ibra was smiling.


" Hear me. No woman is perfect, and neither is a man. Indeed, perfection when both cover each other's shortcomings will be perfection" said Ibra. Anisa smiled and clenched her hand.


On the way to the house, Anisa and Ibra saw Syifa crying in the arms of the Goddess.


" Why is Syifa crying again?, instead of the piggy bank has bought again" murmured Anisa. Anisa and Ibra are approaching.


" Asalamualaikum"


" Greetings waalaikum"


Syifa was still hiccupping in her mother's arms.


" Syifa why else would you be a goddess?" ask Anisa.


" The piggy bank broke again, not accidentally the nagging of his father" replied Dewi.


" Athaghfirullah"


" Why bang Muklis was not careful to nudge the piggy bank. Why bang Muklis does not nudge ka Dewi only" said Anisa, until Dewi frowned while Ibra had smiled a smile.


" Your words are not wrong Anisa, if bang Muklis nudged me, of course he was the one who was wretched, he must have bounced and fell down" said Dewi slightly grumbled until Anisa laughed a little.


" It is also true, if bang Muklis nudged ka Dewi it is certain that he will break" said Anisa while giggling until Ibra pinched her waist.


" Isa you can't" Ibra reminded.


" Yes Bim sorry, I was just kidding" Anisa replied.


" Yes, Syifa and I went to the market, wanted to buy a new piggy bank, asalamualaikum" Dewi said goodbye.


" Greetings waakaikum, heart of heart"


Anisa and Ibra were smiling and staring at the departure of the Goddess and Syifa.


" It's funny to them"


They also continued their journey home.


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In the afternoon, Anisa had just finished her bath. Yes, I have used a light purple colored robe. Sit on a chair while drying her hair with a small towel. Ibra sat down behind Anisa, and took the towel from his wife's hand.


" Why Bim?" ask Anisa.


" Let me" pinta Ibra. Now it was He who dried Anisa's hair.


" Why is afternoon like this your hair is wet?" ibra asked with a smile.


" Don't tease me like that"


Ibra laughed. After drying Anisa's hair and tying her up neatly, Ibra smiled.


" Have Bim finished?" ask Anisa.


" The top one is already the bottom one yet"


Anisa immediately frowned at her husband's answer.


" What does that mean?" anisa didn't understand. Ibra smiles and grabs the back of Anisa's shirt and lowers the zipper.


" Abiiiim"


" You're afternoon this afternoon already open the zipper" Anisa grumbled. Ibra endlessly laughed at Anisa's reaction.


" A wife must be ready if one day her husband arrives asking for rations"


" Mode"


" Ha ha ha"


Anisa was about to wear her simple veil, but suddenly Ibra took it.


" Let me wear it"


Ibra put the veil on Anisa.


" It's over" Ibra said with a smile.


" It's really beautiful Bim" said Anisa while smiling with a smile until Ibra also smiled.


" It turns out my wife is overconfident huh" there was a slightly mocking tone in Ibra's sentence.


" I'm confident of course. I am the most beautiful woman in this house" said Anisa until Ibra laughed and immediately cupped two cheeks Anisa with one hand.


" Want what?" ask Anisa.


" Want to feel the beauty of my wife" said Ibra while approaching Anisa until Anisa immediately closed her eyes. Not long after, there was a knock on the door from the front of the house.


Tok to tok.


Anisa immediately opened her eyes and slightly pushed Ibra away.


" There's a Bim guest"


" Open the door there" pinta Ibra.


Anisa got up from her seat and went to open the door.


" Asalamualaikum"


" Greetings waalaikum"


Anisa smiled as she opened the door and there was Erika and Zahira at the door.


" Erika, Zahira, if anyone comes, come on in" Anisa asked.


Erika and Zahira entered the house. Ibra was still sitting in the chair.


" Eh there's Erika and Zahira" said Ibra. Erika and Zahira smiled.


" Sit "anisa's pinta.


Erika and Zahira were seated before Ibra and Anisa.


" I'm sorry I disturbed you, I'm going to take Dad's custody. Said his father tipped my pocket money with my brother" said Erika.


" Athaghfirullah De, brother forgot, take a moment, brother took first" said Anisa as she passed to her room to take an envelope containing pocket money from Mr. Akbar. After taking the envelope, Anisa gave it to Zahira.


" I'm sorry, De, yesterday I forgot"


" What's wrong" Erika said as she stuffed the envelope into her pocket.


" Ana Anisa I don't get rations from the police?" ask Zahira.


" Dapet ko" Anisa said with a smile.


" Really???"


" Hmmm"


" What?" ask Zahira curiously.


" Dad said, the cell in the corner of the police station is still empty, he said if you are willing you can contract there" Anisa said with a smile until Zahira pursed her lips, while Erika was giggling.


" It must be funny ya ka, one police station will be made dizzy 7 roving by his behavior Ira. Surely on the second day Ira stayed there, the residents of the police station immediately moved to the hospital. Not because of moving house but because they are made for migraines until they get intensive care" said Erika.


Anisa laughed.


" Ustad Usman mah 3S. SETRES, TRUCK, DYING"


" You guys are so mean" said Zahira.


" I'm sorry Ira was just kidding"


" But by the way is it true that I can stay at your father's office Erika?, if I want to try it, who knows it's more fun than being kidnapped" said Zahira until the three people in front of him were immediately in disbelief.


" You don't look like Ira, you want to be shot by my father" Erika said.


" I don't often tell you, if your father shot me, then I'll answer I LOVE YOU TO. Easy" replied Zahira.


" Athaghfirullah, what a sin I have is a friend like you"


" Being with me is not a sin, but a gift hi hi hi hi hi" said Zahira with a small laugh.


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This story was made for fun. If there are any unpleasant words or actions I apologize. There was not the slightest intention in the heart to demean or offend anything either place or anyone. Just take the positivity.


Thank ye.