Asyifa (Publishing Process)

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With a quick step Asyifa walked to the room, he forgot he had not had time to iron the clothes that will be used by the husband, then Raihan always followed him wherever he was from nyuci clothes, drying clothes, cooking, cooking, clean up the default that yesterday was brought to the hospital, basically all day Raihan did not let Syifa far from him, until he wanted to pray Syifa was told to accompany him in the room.

"Mass..." Syifa is looking for her husband.

Kreaaac...

"Eh Syifa." Raihan entered the maroon colored shirt.

"Where are you from?"

"Nih ironing." Raihan put his shirt on the bed.

"This is ironed? The ironing itself?" Ask Syifa.

"Yes, how can you, right?" Raihan said proudly.

"It's good." Why did Syifa say good, because Syifa did not say neat because it was far from neat, especially when it was brought in tenteng had no shape, but Syifa still appreciates the struggle of her husband.

"Why didn't I say Syifa?"

"Kan Syifa cook must be bothered so we for the task of anyways gini doang mah small pants are already in the iron." Raihan holds the little finger and thumb together.

"Syifa doesn't bother."

"But the mas that feel the nicotine Syifa, already yes mas want to take a shower first." Raihan kissed Ashifa's forehead and went into the bathroom.

After the departure of Raihan Syifa sat on the bed looking at her husband's marun shirt, if in wear it will be very visible folds fold on each side, the folds on each side, Syifa did not want her husband to bear the shame of wearing such a scrappy shirt, and God was fond of beauty, falling apart was not part of beauty.

As the Prophet once said:

إِنَّ اللَّهَ جَمِيلٌ يُحِبُّ الْجَمَالَ

"Surely Allah is beautiful, loves beauty" [H.R. Muslim, from Abdullah bin Mas'ud ]

From this hadith, we certainly understand that beauty is loved by God. Allah likes when His servant looks neat, beautiful, and clean as the content of the hadith.

Syifa brought the shirt to be ironed again, she did it quickly lest her husband finished his new bath he finished, Syifa was afraid Raihan was offended.

"It's hot again the shirt..." Asyifa took the hand fan in the drawer.

"Bismillah, may I." Syifa painstakingly waved her fan at full speed, at home there is no fan AC no mini fan but in the car.

"YANG.." shouted Raihan from the bathroom.

"I_iya mas." Syifa fumbled the shirt.

"Alhamdulillah..." Syifa said she knew the shirt was cold.

"Please get a towel..."

"Not the same clothes?" Ask Syifa.

"Yes can." Asyifa slightly changed the folds of the shirt so that her husband did not suspect.

"It's mas." Say Syifa in front of the door.

"Thank you..." Raihan poked his head and smiled sweetly at Syifa.

"Same, Syifa wait at the dinner table ya mas."

"Yes the prince will be quick princess." Raihan closed the door.

"Neither need to spit out mas."

"The prince won't let the princess wait long so wait a minute."

"It's up to the prince." Okay Syifa has to get used to her stubborn husband.

Bruakk

"MASSS.." cried Syifa hearing a crush from inside.

Syifa just move the food to the plate because he has been cooking live on the serve.

"Yang.. mas did not expect the ironing of this neat mas se." Raihan came down with wide steps, left date carrying his briefcase, his right hand carrying a map, HP also a tie, and on his head there was a coat hanging. A coat on the head? Why not put your shoulders? Okay, it's up to Syifa's husband.

Asyifa replied to Raihan with her smile.

"Then tomorrow is ironing." Said Raihan while sitting at the dining table.

Syifa reflex immediately shook his head, it could be twice this work.

"Don't mas!."

"Why? I want to help you." Raihan focused on Asyifa.

"That's..that's Syifa's job, Syifa's job, if you know what Syifa does? Have you been in the office, this way?" Syifa handed out dishes that were filled with rice.

Raihan.

"But don't get tired of it."

"Ngga tired really, if diem continues it even tired, bosen again, please mas." Syifa put the plate in front of Raihan, then took the food for herself.

"You bosen yes walk to the outside the same mother or umi, if not the same temen Syifa as long as not the same man."

"Wouldn't want, when her husband tired of work his wife tired of wasting money, Syifa street the same way mas aja nungga holiday no papa kok." Syifa was sitting next to Raihan, as Raihan said yesterday, her husband did not want to be far from her even though it was only a table, delicious side by side, he said.

"Who's wife." Raihan pinched softly Syifa's cheek.

"Eat the mas." Asyifa said diverting Raihan, she felt her cheeks heat up just because of her husband's small treatment.

Raihan chuckles and then starts, they eat in silence, his mouth is silent but they are always active making singles thrashing, whether Raihan feed his wife, but they are always active, Raihan who opened his mouth waiting for a bribe from his wife, Raihan's hand also actively rubbed the tip of his lips and pinched his wife's cheeks, playing Asyifa's eyelashes, menoel chin, and, Disrupted Syifa then danced the hand for him flatt in his armpit, Raihan chuckled softly, he pulled his hand and he put it on the left shoulder of Syifa, when he got there Raihan's hand was active again, playing Syifa's ears, piercing Syifa's cheeksticks, twisting Syifa's hair milin, such a needy Syifa became irritated and happy, she clasped her husband's hand on her shoulder, each Raihan will move his hand, Syifa tightened his grip.

Raihan's frown did not stop there, he again teased Syifa when her wife put a tie around her neck, Raihan took off Syifa's hair and played her, Raihan, he also played his wife's cheeks as if it were squishy.

"Zaujati... Zauji worked first..." Said Raihan going to the office.

Syifa frowned confused and laughed.

"Why?" Ask Raihan who now changes himself who is confused.

"Mas said my wife... Means I have a husband dong hehehe..." Syifa chuckled at the end he said.

"Eh mas want to say my wife...your husband worked first yes...that's it, but it's wrong huh?" Ask Raihan.

"Lack right, from the word Zauj means husband, if Zauji is my husband, if your husband is Zaujak, uh sorry but Syifa does not want to patronize." Saying Asyifa was aware of his words.

"Gga papa, we learn from each other, complement each other not to think like that..." Raihan stroked the top of Syifa's head that was too hijab, now they were on the porch of the house.

Asyifa nodded.

"Jaudah Zaujak go first Zaujati..." Raihan kissed Syifa's head crest in love.

Asyifa kissed her husband's hand ta'dzim.

"Zauji's heart..." Saying Ashifa embarrassed to make Raihan anxious to pull his wife into his arms.

"It was a big surprise, yes, I went to Assalamualaikum..."

"Goddessalam..."

Zauj = Husband

Zauji = My Husband

Zaujak = Your Husband

Zaujuh = Her Husband

Zaujah = Wife

Zaujati = My Wife

Zaujatak = Your Wife

Zaujatuh = His Wife