Black Stain My Husband

God willing trust

The sound of crying laughter and even light nagging had become a decoration in the Aidin residence. As the head of the family he was unable to stop the first lady while being emotional. 

As of this moment, Zahra vented her anger on Lela's mother. Not because of the woman's fault, but insinuating Aidin who made a mistake. 

"Next time it can't be that way." His face was still facing Lela, but the reprimand was thrown for the husband who was beside her. 

"Not again, dear." Aidin pulled that slender body and carried it into his lap. Apologizing repeatedly. It won't stop if Zahra hasn't forgiven him. 

"This time I'm sorry, but if it happens again, I don't know maybe you'll sleep on the couch for months." Zahra got up from her seat. Leaving behind Aidin who could only stare at his back. 

"What did you do?" asked Miss Lilian whispering. 

This was the first time he saw the son-in-law so angry, that even a smile seemed to vanish from the corner of the woman's lips. 

"So I kissed her, Ma." Aidin said slowly. "Eh, that's not it, exactly I bit __" Stopping his words, it sounds disrespectful if Miss Lilian knows what she did in the room earlier. 

"Review, Din! If you fuck mama don't go along." Lilian went with Zea, who was still chewing her food.

"Kok got it all wrong? Isn't kissing your own wife a worship?" Aidin scratched his non-itchy head. He became confused and had to deepen his knowledge again to be able to face his wife who is very sensitive. 

Aidin who had just arrived in front of the room stopped his steps when he heard the greeting from the front. He saw someone standing in the doorway. 

From his familiar face Aidin did not forget, but he was confused by the appearance of the man who was quite religious. 

"Please enter!" aidin replied hesitantly, his brain still wandering considering the movements that were walking towards him with both hands stretching to the left and right. 

Like Agha? Guessing in the heart, fearing wrong. 

"Have you forgotten me, Din?" ask the man. 

Aidin is approaching. Smelling the scent of kasturi oil makes her nauseous. 

"You're Agha?" He pointed at the nose of the man who was standing not far from him. 

"It turns out your memory is still sharp. That's right, I'm Agha Syahputra my best friend and friend hanging out with Aidin Adijaya at the club." Agha was not ashamed to reveal the ugliness of the two of them so clearly that the mother Lela who was in the dining room could hear it. 

They hugged. It's like a kid with a new friend. 

Zahra who had just opened the door just stared in front of the room. Both of his hands folded while watching the slick scene before his eyes. 

Ahem

Zahra cleared her throat which made Aidin let go of his embrace, wagging his clothes that had come into contact with Agha's clothes. 

Agha clucking. Glanced at Zea who was walking from behind. 

"That's your son, Din?" ask her. His eyes sparkled at the cute and adorable creature. 

"Yes." Yeah." Aidin approached Zahra. Return to gently seduce him. 

"I promise I won't repeat." Lifting two fingers up on the sign that he was very serious about his speech. 

Zahra took a deep breath. Trying to forget the amused pain that Aidin created.

"Well, today I forgive you, but next time don't expect you to sleep with me." 

Aidin nodded silently. He introduced Zahra to Agha. 

They sit in the living room. Hot black coffee accompanies a crisp sounding conversation. If Agha recounted his journey of life while emigrating, Aidin recounted as he fought for Zahra. 

Laughter filled the room.

"Are you really unmarried?" asked Aidin, a little incredulous to hear the phrase Agha who said he did not have a wife. 

"When do you want?" Aidin patted Agha on the shoulder, pitying the fate of the man. Hijrah did make him forget for a moment about the worldly, but he was lucky to be given the opportunity to repent. 

"Until his soul mate is shown by God." 

"Assalamualaikum," a friendly voice made Aidin and Agha turn their heads. They looked at the beautiful girl who had just entered from the front door. 

So fascinated to answer greetings only in the heart. 

Rima went straight to the dining room giving Zahra's order food to the maid. 

"Don't you just say Brother Zahra wants to be taken with Mr Agus? Why are you anterine?" 

Rima smiled faintly. "I'm going to come here, brother. Look at Zea and Zada." 

Agha was speechless, his eyes unblinking looking at the girl's elegance. This entire age was the second time seeing a graceful and friendly girl after Zahra. 

Peddling Aidin's legs then asked, "Who?" Turning his head towards Rima who was walking towards Zea. 

"His sister is my wife, his son is Adinata's father. Wh why? You likey?" ask Aidin without further ado. 

Agha laughed out loud. Then sipping coffee to relieve his rumbling chest. 

"If so, I'll talk about this with Dad" said Aidin. 

"No, I can do it myself. He doesn't want to be with me anyway." Agha was a little insecure.

"Zea, come onty here." Rima's voice from the direction of the middle room again disperse the concentration of Agha. The man turned his head towards Rima who was playing with Zea. 

"The age is twenty years. Semester three soon. His son is kind, intelligent, not so different from his brother."

Aidin unpacked the data of his sister. Not because Agha wants to marry the girl immediately, but at least know the ins and outs before they get caught up in a more serious relationship. 

Agha shrugged both of his shoulders. He was not very hopeful, afraid of falling and could not get up again. Because, he thinks loving without being loved is hard, and he is not ready for it. 

A sound of crying filled the room. Agha was shocked when he saw Zahra holding a baby, while Zea ran. 

"Your son two?" agha asked looking at Zada and Zea alternately. 

Aidin nodded. "Yes, now I have three beautiful angels. Those who encourage me when I'm tired." 

Agha bobbing head with Aidin, salute. It turned out that the man changed a lot and actually became a husband and father on standby. 

"I want to go home, Brother," said Rima hurriedly. Cupped his hands in front of Aidin and Agha. 

"Be careful, don't speed," Aidin's message looked at the sister's back who was getting away. 

Rima raised her thumb sign in agreement. 

Beautiful too, if I'm serious what does she want with me? 

His doubts were greater than his courage. 

Not long after, Rima came back in with her face that looked scowled. 

"Why?" tanya Aidin enthusiastically. 

"The tires deflated, pumped can't. I think it leaked, brother." 

Zahra approached Rima. Same with Agha and Aidin. They came out to see the condition of the motorcycle tire of the younger brother. 

"Calm down, let me anterin him. God willing to trust."