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This afternoon Syafeera was directly in boyong to Aydan's house.Syafeera initially refused to still want to be with her parents, but the father reminded her that she had become the wife of Aydan, then where Aydan goes, he'll be by his side.

Aydan also promised to take his new family around Jogjakarta before returning to Pekanbaru. Mr. Wahid gave Syafeera a week off, three more days left, so he could go for a walk with his family.

Tomorrow Syafeera and her parents will go to the boarding house, to leave and bring their belongings to the house of Aydan the husband.

Take a trip of almost 30 minutes from the hotel to Aydan's house, and now the silver car entered a home area that is quite elite. Two-story minimalist house with brown walls like wood makes a simple but elegant impression.

"Let's get off." said Aydan as he got out of the car, then opened the trunk of his car, took out the suitcase from his trunk, then pulled it into the house.

Syafeera was confused as to how, and was just told to go down, not yet told to go in, so where dare she step.

"so you're silent...??" ask Mother "ayo enter." invite mother while holding Syafeera's hand.

Mother opened the door of the house, how not surprised, Aydan's house is far different from her house, a house with wooden shades but looks elegant.

"mayo dear.." pull Mother and Syafeera can only obey.

"Aydan..why does his wife live...??" ask the mother "take her to the room, she must be tired." said the mother

"let's go upstairs." take Aydan with a flat expression, and Syafeera can only throw her breath away.

"what do you expect from Aydan sir... Huuuftt.." inner Syafeera while following Aydan's steps.

"you rest, later meal time, Mother Call.." cried mother when they were in front of the room door

"yes Bun.." answered Aydan then opened the door of his room.

Room with shades of white, quite large, neat of course. There is a small library on the walls of the room, maybe it's a collection of readings of the husband, or books about his courses, or, that was Syafeera's opinion when she saw the shelves on the wall filled with books

"you can arrange your clothes in this closet" said Alvian while putting Syafeera's suitcase right in front of a long brown closet.

"good sir.." reply.

"i want to take a shower first." said Aydan, Syafeera only replied with a nod, awkwardly sure, how not to be in one room with a man, and the man was the lecturer...what will happen tomorrow when he starts college?? will her marriage be known?? thinking of it all made his brain want to erupt.

Syafeera put her clothes in the closet, not much because most of her clothes are still in boarding house.while waiting for Aydan finished bathing, not much because most of her clothes are still in the boarding house, Syafeera sat down to lay down her body on the sofa that was fused with the bed.

Thirty minutes Aydan was just finished with the bathroom business, and when he came out saw Syafeera who was asleep on the sofa, a face so calm..Aydan came out already with his casual clothes, white t-shirts and under-knee pants.

Aydan approached Syafeera while drying her hair with a small towel rubbed on her head.

"Yes.... Syafeera wake up, hunt for a bath..." Aydan said gently as he swayed Syafeera's arm, and it made Syafeera squirm, then rub her eyes.

"want to sleep in a dress like that..??" aydan asked, and the question made Syafeera shocked, she only realized now in Aydan's room the lecturer aka the husband.

"sorry sir, I overslept..."

"bathing hunt, want to pray ashar worship..??"

"father first, later I pray by myself. if it was at the hotel Aydan, father and Yusuf pray congregation in the mosque, this time trying to invite the wife, but dear, in the reject.

"ok.." Syafeera nodded

Syafeera came out in her full outfit and ready-to-wear hijab, took out her mukena from her bag, and held an Ashar prayer, while Aydan was leaning his body against the bed wall.

Not much chat, even the atmosphere of the room seemed gripping, each other silent and busy with their respective worlds.

Three, just three.. Syafeera sat next to her husband, learning to serve the Husband, even though she did not want to, but before she left the hotel, she had warned her all. moreover, this is her mother-in-law.

"this is den Aydan's wife...??" ask the mother who helps the mother take care of the house

Syafeera...

"beautiful Mom.." said to Mommy "secretly den Aydan already have a candidate yes" ledek the mbak

"if it's not pretty where Aydan mbak" replied mother with a small laugh, Aydan and Syafeera just look at each other for a moment.

The mother who was originally named this sari, was like a family for Aydan and mother, so no wonder if you dare to joke with mother and Aydan.

After dinner, then continued praying, they went to the room.want to immediately release tired, both body, heart and mind, all tired.

Syafeera takes the pillow and will bring it to the sofa, but her steps are stopped by Aydan's question

"where'd you take the pillow??" asked Aydan while raising his eyebrows.

"Hm.. Just sleep on the couch, sir." she replied

"sleeping here is not on sofas." said Aydan.

"no papa sir, I'm on the couch.." declined Syafeera.

"you want me to be a bad husband..?? remember we're husband and wife.."

"yes. ta-pi...."

"i've told you before, I won't touch you, before his time.."

Seems to argue will remain in vain results, finally Syafeera put the pads back on the bed, lay down her body with her back to Aydan, wanted to turn around, but was afraid what if Aydan was looking at her.

But it is true, if Syafeera turns her body, then they will stare at each other, because at this time Aydan is staring at her back.

"Sleep...??" aydan asked suddenly, and it shocked Syafeera

"hmm. can't sir yet" she replied nervously.

"not sleeping with a hijab??" aydan asked early in the morning and made Syafeera confused to answer him.

Syafeera did not answer even scratching her neck that is not itchy. and Aydan smiled thinly with the behavior of his wife.

"yes if it is still awkward, just wear it, but if it is not comfortable just open it, I do not forbid." he said and it makes Syafeera again confused to answer what "I've seen you at a glance, why should I be ashamed??" inner Aydan

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