CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#43

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihi Sayyidina Muhammad

Arya runs in disagreement with Asha, carrying a map containing her work program at Shaloam hospital. Unchallenged to persuade Asha to want to join the management remain in his organization.

"I hope you want to join us Sha, University of Indonesia contribute in it. You know, we need people like you. Your credibility is not in doubt!"

Asha let out a small laugh, the compliment was too heavy in her cage.

"We admit that everyone has their own capacity. Dr. Hanum, don't you ever forget. He is even superior to me. The position you offer is too noble for me Ar!"

Arya snorted in annoyance, since the presentation inside Asha had always had a reason to reject her.

"OK, I don't deny it.But our organization needs a character like you Sha!"

Asha finally gave up.

"I'll consider it, but you also know that I'm married. I have to report 24 hours to my new boss, the decision is on him".

A typical blink was thrown at him until he disappeared from behind the administration room. Asha continued her steps.

The presence of Azam in the hospital turned out to be quite attention-grabbing, how not? The man sat alone, so haughty as to be striking from the visitor sitting behind him. His excitement in operating two phones at once no doubt became the center of special attention. Asha who was looking from a distance held back a laugh, recalling so horrible that face to her first.

"Masa'ul Khoir, My Hubby...!"

Sapa Asha cheerful.

Azam raised his grim face, Asha looked at the priesthood while sitting next to him. Not too worried, because all this time has been accustomed to a little bit of an irony but sincere smile from Khairul Azam.

"Why that face, hum? Is there a problem in the brother's union?"

Azam put it in the pocket of one of his phones.

"I don't like you walking alone with him!"

That man really cannot be said - stale.

"Arya was my friend in college first"

"Which likes you too!"

"What?"

Asha had known Arya for a long time, it could not be what Azam thought.

Azam snorted annoyedly.

"You'll never notice! In one look everyone knows, he looks at you like I looked at you a long time ago!"

Azam never wanted to share Asha's crisp crater with another man.

Asha squinting.

"What did you see me like?"

Azam stood up, confirming the location of his jacket.

"Of course, forget. Ignore whatever that guy has to offer you!"

Asha looked at her husband's back strangely mixed in amusement. Azam like having a honesty detector, tracking device, radar eavesdropping automatic communication. After all if Arya really likes it, Asha will not be interested in turning her heart. Only Azam and enough he's one.

Azam was waiting in front of the emergency door, his attitude softened slightly when he saw Asha having difficulty while carrying some books and her backpack. Without a word, he grabbed his wife's bag. Azam cupped his bag that was heavy for mercy, Asha's small shoulder might be able to break. Wonder, what all the laboratory equipment is in all in it?

Not able to stand the snobs, Azam also grabbed his wife's fingers and slipped his fingers between them. His rough-skinned hands suddenly became warm and comfortable. Every part of Asha is the most amazing place to go home.

No doubt their physical contact becomes the center of attention of people. Some observe suspiciously and some stare enviously at Asha. Who wouldn't want to be escorted by the handsome prince with the face of Cool?

"Remove all negative thoughts in your head, for I will never look back to reply to anyone. For I live in the future and am happy in it, only with you!"

The silhouette of the brown hooded woman mirrored in her black and brilliant lens, Asha was leaped with such sweet speech

parasens. But not commenting. It was only when Asha came in and sat beside his wheel that Azam stole a flash of one kiss on the lips of his wife.

"If anyone sees how?"

Asha glared, her expression funny. Make Azam not satisfied if only steal one kiss on the pink lips.

"You're afraid of being accused of perversion with your own husband? Or are you not satisfied with just a kiss?"

Asha hit Azam on the shoulder, not really intending to hurt.

"You're such a bitch! You don't speak in control!"

Suasa in Jeeb was suddenly turned crowded, Asha grabbed Azam's phone and wanted to immediately download the Line application to make it easier to communicate.

"I don't need that app to get information about you. Knowing your whereabouts is the easiest thing I can do!"

Azam pura - pura lazily glanced at his wife.

"Come on...once - times being a normal human is not a problem? We can send each other funny Emoticons - funny. I also want to do a little romantic thing with you my hubby?"

Asha sulks, forced Azam to give up his phone.

Asha painstakingly searched for the Playstore app, because the phone was full of apps that no one understood at all. And the great thing is, that Line app download only lasts a few seconds. How did Azam create it?

"You hungry? we can stop at the dining!"

Asha shook her head, storing Azam's phone on the dashboard. Not finding anything interesting anymore, the mailbox just doesn't exist.

"No, just go home. I want to cook at home".

Azam glanced through the tail of his eyes, his smile odd on his flat countenance.

"Well, we'll see!"

Asha frowned as Azam turned towards the crossroads. Does not lead to the Apartment or the place of unity.

"Why did you take this direction?"

"I want to kidnap you!"

"What's kidnapping?"

Instantly Asha was cupping tension, did not understand Azam's intentions with a face full of seriousness. Not daring to ask questions, Asha chose to silence a thousand languages as long as they passed through the streets after the increasingly quiet road. What does this husband mean? Azam must be joking, right?

Until the Jeep car stopped in an Elite residential area, in front there was an iron bagar that was motivated by roses. There was a palm tree that decorated his yard. Asha glanced at the two objects in turn, the house and Azam.

Tranquility flowed as Azam reviewed a faint smile.

"Our Home"

Whisper the man while holding his wife's hand, tightly and in his hand carry the back of Asha's hand to kiss. The automatic gate opened when Azam honked his car horn, Asha did not know how it could happen.

Azam led him down the car.

"I guess how you like it?"

The house is beautiful.

"Abang...in, this is our home?

Her husband nodded and she was stunned, her chest still pounding due to the little trick that unfortunately managed to hit her. Asha stood beside Azam in a daze.

"I think you already have an Apartment and....?"

Azam kissed Asha's head.

"I don't need Apartment Sha, all I need is a house. A shelter when I come home tired. Where a house that you have in it welcomes me warmly".

Asha hugged her husband.

"That made me almost have a heart attack! The joke about the kidnapping is not funny at all!"

Azam laughed, for some reason it sounded so masculine to Asha.

"You're always freaking out, and I'm glad to see your face change!"

"Not funny, but you made me cry happily. How'this?"

"Easy, you just need to make me the first person to wipe it"

"That's all?"

"Humming"

"Then I'll cry every day"

"Originally you're happy"

"So you always have to surprise me"

"Anything"

Asha kissed Azam's jaws before sculpting perfectly in the vast central space painted in white.

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