Bismillah Love

aydan's strange attitude

Syafeera is not a woman who does not understand what it feels like to fall in love, because no matter how she used to feel.. The love that makes the broken Separat Broken her, because the person who is expected to anchor love to the brother.

And Syafeera, who always keeps herself from being a male name, tries to close her heart tightly, citing her ideals. Really it?? or is it just his alibi for fear of being disappointed again??

Who would have thought that at this time she had become the wife of the lecturer.

Tonight feels so long or indeed those who want to linger in this position, Syafeera silent a thousand languages with Aydan treatment, want to protest but Syafeera assured that it is useless!!

Without them noticing, they fell asleep, still in the same position, Aydan's hand became a pillow for Syafeera. Syafeera squirmed small, the first sight she saw, the face of her cold husband, Syafeera smiled small, the first sight she had ever seen, but suddenly he tried to escape from the husband because when he saw the clock hanging on the wall had shown 4 o'clock passing.

Syafeera hurried to take ablution, and when she came out of the bathroom, Nampak Aydan was still asleep. Syafeera approached her husband, trying to build her husband.

"Wake up sir, it's dawn.." but there was no response, Syafeera shook Ay's shoulders and "wake up. Come on, subuhan..."

"hmm... in a moment" Aydan replied still closed with a typical sound of people just waking up.

"iih.. ya dech ya pray alone...." scold Syafeera while turning her body, but what?? his hand was pulled by Aydan, as a result petrified Syafeera now on his chest..

"Sir Aydan....Sya already wudhu.." his scolding while trying to release Aydan's embrace, open stretching, Aydan night tighten his hold

"quietly, 5 minutes." he replied still closed.

"Hua... Syafeera had to repeat it" said, but Aydan didn't care if he laughed with satisfaction in his heart.

Five minutes is long no sich, kayaknya long yes..

"sir.ayo will run out at dawn, where Sya must rewudhu ni.." Aydan also stretched his deck.

"yes, the hunt has been re-wudhu" answered Tampa sin

Syafeera moved, but a moment later a pillow floated right into Aydan's chest

Bugh...

And it made Aydan immediately opened his eyes wide. "that's because the father had to worship him again." his words melengos left Aydan, Aydan was just shaking with his wife's mischievous behavior

After Syafeera came out, Aydan changed and took ablution, they also performed congregational dawn prayers. After greeting, Syafeera kissed the back of Aydan's hand.

When Syafeera will take off her grip even held by Aydan. somehow what possessed Aydan starting from last night was so happy to tease his naughty wife.

"remove.." ronta Syafeera.

"Sorry.." said Aydan staring Syafeera who is still focused To take off Aydan's grip, then the apology that came from Aydan's mouth made him see the face of Aydan, the cold husband

"For...???" ask Syafeera full of questions

"Maybe you think I'm a cold, flat husband, you think I'm too restrictive, a lot of rules and a lot more of your negative judgments about me..."

"tu know.." replied Syafeera while turning her eyes away.

"Yes, come with me, take Hanum as well.."

"where you?? later if you have until you share the log just the location to Hanum.."

"oh yes send no rek you, I want to transfer your pocket money." added Aydan while removing his hand.

"why do you have to take care of everything, let me just..."

" Shafeera Hadibah Putri, I am your husband, then all of your needs have become my responsibility...Of ordinary transfer father how much??" ask Aydan, not Aydan does not know the nominal that the father-in-law can transfer, just want to know the honesty of Syafeera

"yes I'll transfer later." while moving to fold his prayer mat.

"next week there are BanSos activities,. Yes can follow, and I also want to participate in the form of rupiah..."

"yes already..later I add to BanSos.." he replied putting the prayer mat on the table and then switch to the closet.

"Can I follow you, right...??" permission Syafeera

"if I don't allow it...??" the tananya is flat while taking out her koas and training pants

"tauk ah.." replied with a cranky tone plus annoyed "just apologized because I've been ngekang Sya..."

"yes.. I allow, do I nanyak, do not need a little bit of lambs right...??" while shuffling Syafeera's hair "but remember, you already have a husband.don't----" the words were cut by Syafeera.

"Yes know the limits sir, even if Sya smile or be friendly it never goes beyond the limits, naturally, after all those who care the same Sya, not Sya who give attention to them right..??"

"well that's also a problem, they so like to spread charm to you..."

"now what matters is my actions what are they...??" syafeera asked somewhat annoyed

"two or two." answered Aydan as he passed to the bathroom to change his clothes.

"father is selfish.father also often get attention from other students.." his reply.

"are you jealous...??" asked Aydan who stopped in the bathroom doorway

"it's not really jealous, that guy's jealous right..??" dispute Syafeera

Aydan did not go into the bathroom, he instead approached Syafeera who was tidying their bed sheets.

"there's no ban on being jealous of a wife, right..??" aydan asked right beside Syafeera's ear and made Syafeera shudder

bugh....

one blow of the reflex pillow landed on Aydan's face...

"kok even at sich, already 2 times ni pillow nimpuk me...."

"the first is deliberate, the second is trying to reflex, abis pak ngagetin.." replied Syafeera "plus amused" extra deepened.

"get ready to come along I run in the morning." Aydan said as he headed to the bathroom to change his clothes.

"I want to cook breakfast sir...."

"Let the madam" cried Aydan from the bathroom

"likes maksa...but why is it Mr. Aydan from last night a bit changed, strange.." said Syafeera while heading to the closet to take clothes for her jog.

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