Bismillah Love

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Aydan walked closer to Syafeera who was combing her hair, somehow rhyme this afternoon as if he always wanted to hug his wife, did not want to be separated.

"mas..ya again combing hair..."

"here is the comb.." pinta Aydan.

"do not want to be done anyway." reject Syafeera and it makes Aydan immediately go to bed, lay down his body, Syafeera can see the annoyance of her cold husband. after finishing with the routine before going to bed, Syafeera went to bed.

Breaking down her body by turning her back to the husband, not not not not wanting to face the husband, but her heart beat unnaturally, if she had to see the husband again, she could not guarantee the heart would be safe.

Aydan stared at Syafeera's back, once again he was a mature and normal man.but his promise should be kept if he could not keep his promise how Syafeera could trust him. Some say the man believed from Saying.

Although basically the name of the belief can indeed be seen from speech, really and anything.

But his mind and body are not in line, even now his body is very close to Syafeera, embrace the wife, exhale slowly but long, even Syafeera can feel the warmth of the breath. Syafeera's heart was no less struggling.

"Let it be like this, you won't be anything" Aydan said, he could feel near Syafeera's heart.

And tonight they sleep in a hugging position, but not Teletub bies.

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Syafeera grabbed the key of her motorbike hanging in the lock spot, after saying goodbye to Mother and Aydan, rushing towards the garage, the heart intent wanted to rush away, but his eyes gawked at his deflated motorcycle tire.

Syafeera re-entered the dama house.. "why Shay??" ask Mommy

"Bun and no tire pump, Sya flat tires." replied Syafeera

Aydan grabbed a glass and gulped down his water, then wiped his lips with a tissue, then moved from his seat.

"Let's see." he said as he moved to the garage, looking for a tire pump in the garage.

"Sya this leak is not deflated" said Aydan because after being pumped back deflated again.

"well.. add tires where is mas..??"

"just leave together, it's still 8, but I want to go to the craft store first, take a daily report.."

"Yes ride ojol aja dech..."

"bareng mas.." Aydan said.

"then someone will see Sya together mas can be berabe right.."

"you just have to say, the motorcycle tire leaked and accidentally met me.beres right with me, I do not permit you to ride ojol, let alone the driver is a man"

I think it's starting to possessive, sir, lecturer, huh??

Syafeera frowned, Is there a jealous Aydan??? sure one??

Syafeera could not refuse, especially mother also asked to go with Aydan.. Before going to college they go to the craft shop of the late father.

Syafeera was amazed by the woodwork on display, deserve Ay's house and the nuances of wood, explained the father of a woodworking investor. this shop has actually become more developed since Aydan who manages only Aydan is not talented, he is more on his management.for the business of managing crafts Aydan leave it to the people of trust of the late Father, he said, Aydan's management and market.

Syafeera went around looking at the craft, when she saw Syafeera being accosted by a man.

"excuse me, sis...anyone can help?? want a gift or for yourself??" ask her

"hmm.no mas, I just nemenin someone, coincidentally again inside.."

"owh there is his friend.if so please wait in the lobby, but if you want to look around can also kok sak.." his smile is friendly, Syafeera also returned the smile kindly as well.

Aydan could not see that, there was a hot taste in his chest, seeing his wife smiling so sweetly in front of another man.

"Yeah.yok.." said Aydan when he was close to Syafeera.

"oh already. come on.." reply Syafeera.

"eh mas Aydan... When did you get to the mas??" banyu Sapa

"owh..so this is my beautiful sister's friend..??"

"he's my wife Nyu." replied Aydan.

"Wives... UPS.sorry mas I don't know" he said while patting his mouth that had praised the wife of his boss

"no papa. anyways just come here, yes already Nyu. we want to go to campus first"

"monggo mas, ati-ati ing dalan" (please mas, be careful on the road)

Aydan drove his car towards the campus, the clock has shown at 9:30 so obviously the campus environment is quite crowded.

"had He said to go down ahead there, it was crowded" Syafeera protested but Aydan did not respond, Aydan even again and again grabbed Syafeera hijab, Syafeera hijab, and again, shape it to cover parts of da-da Syafeera.

after Aydan finished pinning the Brooch hijab that had been brought earlier, she said,. Syafeera glanced at her current hijab model, then glanced at the brooch she was wearing at the moment.

"why...??" ask Aydan

"So unusual as gini mas, trus mas really can bring a Brooch Hijab??"

"get used from now on. mas do not want other men to see it, and about Bros from now on mas will always carry, so when you roll your hijab, so when you roll your headscarf, I'll be ready to change it..."

"dn maksa..."

Aydan grabbed Syafeera's shoulder.. "This is Allah's coercion for the good of your own wife, and this is also Your filial form.for keeping your husband one step away from the fire of hell..."

Syafeera went silent to digest Aydan's explanation.

"mas maksa does not change immediately, mas ready to wait for you to process, but start small" while rubbing the head of Syafeera wrapped in a hijab.

A moment later Aydan kissed Syafeera's forehead. "get down, remember if asked what the answer is.." Syafeera nodded

Syafeera grabs Aydan's hand and kisses the back of his hand.

"well, focus, hasus can pursue cumlaude." Aydan's message

"that's indeed the target of Sya mas..."

"gold remembers.."

Syafeera came down and rightly I had many eyes that saw it and invited many questions.but Syafeera froths behaved normally, even saying accept with a loud tone.

"Thank you sir for the ride" said Syafeera and anyone around you must have heard

"morning sir.. Hay Sya..." said Adrian "Kok can be with Aydan sir??" ask Adrian

"tya Motorcycle Leaking Sis, accidentally met Mr. Aydan.." he replied while glancing at Aydan for a moment, Syafeera could see the discomfort of the husband over Adrian's attitude to him

"if so later go home together, let brother interra.."

"look for death.." Syafeera's inner self while smiling wryly.

Whereas Aydan, passed away with his reasonable flat

"sister Yes first, there is the same clock Mr. Aydan, the danger of being late..."

"ok.continue,. success yes....". Syafeera nodded as she passed

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