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evades

Regretted?? can you still regret everything that happened?? Sometimes we humans like to think, why not like that...?? If only this...!! If so...!! If this...!! And there are many other words if only..

Remember....!!! People can only plan, though,. The determination of yes remains Allah.if what happens is not appropriate.it is his name Qadarullah....

Sometimes it is good for us, not necessarily good according to God, and sometimes it is bad for us, good in the eyes of God... God has his own way of giving favors.

Because the pleasure that God gives is sometimes in the form of a Test

More or less the content of the study a few days ago, Syafeera tried to digest what the postage states. then consider "whether this is also a form of pleasure in the form of tests... In the test facing a cold husband, then what favors God prepared.yes if I lock the room well.

Drive your vehicle with a million thoughts... Just a little bit but trying to refocus. Syafeera came to the front of the house with a classic feel, a brown house like a wooden list.The house of the husband Aydan Atthallah, the coldest man he had ever met...

"Assalamualaikum.." Greetings Syafeera.

"waallaikumusallam." replied the madam.

"Where's mom...???" ask Syafeera who didn't see you

"last noon mother returned to Surabaya Non, there is something to be taken care of about the school Non Adinda.." replied the mother while moving her cooking into a vegetable bowl.

"sepie Donk...trus when is his return mbak??"

"that's not a lot of non..."

"yes it's up first mbak, sultry want to shower, just finished landing Volleyball..."

The mother replied with a nod.

Arriving in the room Syafeera immediately rushed to the bathroom. After feeling refreshed, and was fully dressed only her hair was still thick, small towel cloth light green.

Syafeera sits on the sofa with legs crossed and a laptop on her lap. There is an incoming email from BEM, which contains next week will be held bansos in one of the villages.

Syafeera opened her internet banking, checking the balance in the account, not increasing the existing reduced, usual every early month Dad has transferred his pocket money, but really not yet...

"kok dad hasn't transferred yet huh, what's up?? even though you want to give a little help for the BanSos event, it is impossible to ask Sama Pak Aydan.." his own drum when he saw the balance in his account.

Syafeera scrolls her Mobile.and then presses the phone button on the contact that says name - Father-Daddy.

"Assalamualaikum well.." greet Syafeera when her call is answered.

"waallaikumusallam..."

"Mother's dad is healthy, right?? all good, right..?? or is there a similar problem shop??"

"loh..loh..loh.... Why is it so much Sya...??"

"sha just check the balance, father has not transferred, is there an obstacle well.if there is a story constraint yes.." asked Syafeera worriedly.

"hahahha.." I laughed at the worry of the naughty princess.

"Thank God everything is good, there is no problem..."

"trus...??"

"do you want Ay and no one told you??"

"about what yah.." asked Syafeera curiously*

"And in a few days father's phone call, about your needs starting from another lecture and Aydan is in charge..."

"kok sir Aydan the hell huh...??" ask Syafeera protest

"And he's your husband dear, you are also the time to call the husband still with the call of sir sich..??"

"not yet ordinary well.anyways where dare to ask me Mr. Aydan..."

"must get used to it. If outside the campus Donk do not call him sir, and hearing his explanation, I agreed..."

"yes already dech.. Assalamualaikum.." said Syafeera a little sad.

Before magrib Aydan was home, Syafeera actually wondered why her husband always came home outside campus, what work he did outside, but Syafeera did not dare to ask.

When Aydan goes into the room, Syafeera has an exit, inexplicably avoiding the husband according to her better, let alone still remember her permission that she did not get, and about the monthly money, she said, making Syafeera want to run away, but again-Again the contents of the study a few days ago wasted in his ear.

Syafeera performs prayers with the mbak, while Aydan goes to the mosque, usually if to the mosque Aydan will go home after praying isya. and that Syafeera benefits right to eat first.

"Non Tumben didn't wait for Aydan...??" ask the mbak wonder

"males.again not the mood facing the same Mr. Aydan mbak.

He could only smile while shaking his head at Syafeera's reply

Finish eating Syafeera up, pray in the room is his choice.And when Aydan came home, he wondered where Syafeera his naughty wife was.

"has he gone up?? eat already??"

"it's den..."

"don't wait...??"

"the word non Sya males.again not the mood facing the same Mr. Aydan mbak.. make a chaotic mood" the mbak repeating what Syafeera said earlier.

"Patience den.. don't be too hard, if Aden hard,. existing non Syafeera will rebel.. non Syafeera is good really, including according to, only he has his own way to rebel, but he has his own way to rebel, one of these, avoid Aden.." advice mbak.

Aydan was silent for a moment, digesting what the mbak said, then throw his breath rough.finished with the food, Aydan went up, and when in the room again Syafeera was covered in bed , yes she dodged her cold husband.

Aydan laid his body facing Syafeera, with his head resting on his clenched hands, Syafeera deeply looked though her eyes were closed, and made her turn her body to turn her back to Aydan, but what?? just growing moving a little, suddenly Syafeera's hand was pulled by Aydan.

Now that they were very close, a little Aydan shifted his body closer, Syafeera's heartbeat could definitely be felt.

Syafeera tried to shift her body slightly, but was blocked by Aydan's hand which suddenly coiled in Syafeera's abdomen.

"the refrigerator why sich... make the heart not because only.." inner Syafeera.

But out of nowhere, Syafeera suddenly turned her body, and now they faced each other.

"Why hug??" syafeera sewot

"no papa." answered Aydan flatly.

"the watchman wanted to sleep." while trying to release Aydan's hand that was coiled in his stomach.

"yes, I'm sleeping.."

"why is that nyebelin...??" syafeera's process, but behind her protests are tears she holds.

"why...?? angry because I didn't let go with Hanum...??"

Syafeera was silent, not not not wanting to answer, but she tried hard so that her tears did not fall.but unfortunately Aydan realized that.Aydan suddenly rubbed the tip of Syafeera's eyes that seemed to hold water.

"why?? why can you smile happily in front of another man?? am I too cold as you often say?? why is the joy that I used to see before we got married, all faded??"

Syafeera was still silent, what answer should she give?? even he himself currently did not know what he wanted.

"sorry if maybe I'm cold as you say, sorry if I might be too hard on you.. Syafeera replied Donk, I don't have no telepathic science that can read the contents of other people's days..."

"Hiks.hiks..papak is selfish.noth threat.." his reply was soft and the answer made Aydan put his hand under Syafeera's head, now Aydan's hand becomes a pillow for Syafeera, while his left hand caresses the long hair of his naughty wife.

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