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Can you be angry, right?? can you also cuddle, right?? though little is what Syafeera felt, seeking permission as Aydan said,

"this marriage is not a game, or a letter of agreement or whatever you think, these are all my promises to God... God is turning hearts"

"____I am your husband and you are my wife"

"Our story is not a novel story____"

More precisely Syafeera is learning to accept even though not completely, if talking love for Syafeera is still too early, but when she is like in the bridle, want to play with her friends alone is not allowed.. his rebellious soul appeared.

But Syafeera remembered the mother's messages before returning to Pekanbaru..

"Obediently, the husband's service is the pleasure of Allah, as long as what is taught does not come out of the Shari'a, you are obliged to obey"

Syafeera enters the house with her irritated feelings.but should she hide, there is a mother at home, where will dare her.

When entering the house Syafeera tried to smile, throwing away all the aggravation, but Syafeera directly permission to the room with the reason of duty and duty.that was the absolute reason she could give, but Syafeera immediately gave her permission to the room, there's no way she'd be honest with you if she got angry with Aydan.

Put his bag near Aydan's desk plus a study table for him now.then slam his body into the bed.either because of anger or because of fatigue, drowsiness enveloped his eyes, and then slammed into the bed, it didn't take long for him to be shut down.

For a long time Syafeera was asleep the clock had shown Magrib a moment longer when his eyes opened and saw the clock on the wall of the room, looking around, there was no sign of Aydan coming home, yet, Syafeera decided to take a bath, then perform the magrib prayer.

Already past the magrib Syafeera there is no desire to go down. Mother can feel something syafeera hide.

"mbak.coba Syafeera called, since home always in the room"

"well Mom.."

The mother also called Syafeera, actually reluctant to go down, but again did not feel good with the mother, keeping the feeling of the mother. A few minutes later Syafeera was already downstairs.

"not hungry...??" ask mother

"yet Bun.." he answered while trying to smile as usual, Syafeera's eyes looked around.

"Sir Aydan hasn't come home yet, Bun??"

"he doesn't know you, he still has work outside..."

"again the work outside,.pasih actually his job other than being a lecturer?? don't tell me he's mafia??" inner Syafeera

"Do not know Bun, there may be ngabarin, but Sya from home there has been no mobile phone check.." replied his "males.." continued in his heart.

"yes, I have eaten first don't wait for Aydan..."

Just wanted to scoop rice into the dish, the person in the conversation came, Aydan kissed the mother's hand.putting his briefcase on the dining table, then walked towards Syafeera, and then walked towards her, giving a warning so that Syafeera kisses the hand of her good wife in her terms, welcoming the husband home from work.

But unfortunately that's not what Syafeera did, Syafeera instead stood up "Bun Sya is still full, yes go up aja ya.." pamitnya as passed Aydan.

"yeah, but haven't eaten yet....??"

Hearing the answer and the behavior of Syafeera mother looked at Aydan.. "you what is Mother's daughter-in-law, from home she in the room, and when you want to eat see you are full??" ask mom full of questions

"kok to be Aydan?? Aydan had just come home." but a moment later Aydan remembered about him forbidding Syafeera to go watch the ball, and Aydan told him everything

"you also can't be too locked up. You know it's not easy for him, let him be with his friends as long as he doesn't break the rules, and know the limits"

"actually Aydan has no intention of curbing or confining Bun, Aydan just ngetes aja, obedient not him, how he reacts, even Aydan had chat Sya if you want to go,Aydan allow and Aydan also tell Aydan to come home late" Aydan explained

"he doesn't have a cell phone like his, the color was he also fit down nanyain you"

"yes Aydan ate the same meal." while preparing a plate of food, and mother replied with a nod

When the door opened, Syafeera was praying, Tampa was waiting for Aydan, and he shook his head

Aydan put the food he brought on the table near the sofa, then he went to the bathroom, to immediately clean himself and perform the prayer isya.

When out of the bathroom Syafeera was finished with her prayer, instead already lying on top with a blanket on the chest. "it looks like she's really angry" Aydan's inner

Finished with his Islamic prayer service, Aydan headed to the table to pick up the food he brought, then approached where Syafeera was.

sit on the edge of the bed with your left hand holding a plate containing the dinner menu.

"Yes.... wake up.." shakes Syafeera's shoulder, but there is no answer "Yes... You haven't eaten...??" still no answer

Aydan put his food on the nightstand.this time Aydan turned Syafeera's body, actually Syafeera had not slept, however she had slept this afternoon, it was not easy if she had to suddenly fall asleep again.

"wake up I know you haven't slept. Let's eat.." Syafeera went on to close her eyes, her annoyance and annoyance with Aydan really made her lazy to look at the man, the man who had become her husband.

"still want to pretend to sleep too, if you do not wake up I also kiss nich now" he threatened while bringing his face closer to Syafeera's face slowly.

And sure enough the threat left Syafeera's eyes wide open instantly.and seeing Syafeera's eyes open, Aydan played his eyebrows, feeling satisfied.

"nyebelin.." said Syafeera while pushing the chest of Aydan field in order to get away from her immediately.

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