Created Destiny
Swing Mood
Jihan walked down. Ringtones notification of incoming messages from the phone.
Guidance: "I'm in front of Jihan."
Jihan's eyes were rounded when Pandu was actually in front of her. Run a little fast so everyone doesn't see it. Pandu was confused by Jihan's quick steps.
Jihan forced the driver to drive faster.
"You why Jihan?"
"I was so lazy to hear the strange rumors from them. They accused me of cheating on David. In fact, it's obviously David who cheated on me."
"Yes, don't think too much. Later, they also know the truth."
Arriving at home, Pandu and Jihan are greeted by neighbors who pass by.
"No Pandu, who is that? His girlfriend?"
"Kok we see from yesterday, his girlfriend wants Pandu nginep at nak Pandu's house? Careful, the residents will be raided."
Is that a reprimand or a mockery? Clearly, Jihan is currently upset with the mothers who talk as if Pandu and he did a kebo gathering. Jihan's mouth itches like she wants to berate my mother in front of her. Fortunately, Pandu immediately took over.
"Before, I apologize to Ibuk-buk everything has made a stir. We're married Buk."
"Married?" Tone of disbelief.
"Yes Buk. This is my wife. Name's Jihan. Sorry once again Buk, we have not had time to report to RT and RW sir here. If you're still confused, I'll show you our marriage book."
Pandu took and showed them their marriage book. The existence of a marriage book, then the mothers believe.
"Oah. They're already married. Then sorry, I want to go. It would be nice to know this soon. You see, my mother here is already on suudzon with nak Pandu. You know, you are single. Hihi...."
Ibuk's flirtatious smile was extremely disgusting in Jihan's eyes. While Pandu just smiled casually in response.
"Yes, Buk. God willingly as soon as possible."
"Happy, son. Wife's beautiful. Hihi...."
The throats of the hempong still left an upset in Jihan's heart.
"It's very busy here. Don't you feel comfortable living here? Quickly open the door!"
Pandu just shook his head looking at Jihan's behavior.
Jihan kept walking quickly regardless of the call from Pandu.
"Jihan... You why the hell?"
Throwing a sling bag into bed. Pick up clothes, towels and slam firmly on the bathroom door. Pandu could only wait for Jihan to come out and would try to calm her down. 1 hour wait and Jihan came out with a face still pouting in annoyance.
"Jihan, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep getting angry?"
"Again upset!"
"I'm sorry why?"
"Gue's upset! The job never gets done. There's a problem. Not to mention everyone is pushing me. And now, we're considered kebo gatherings. It's a big one, right?!"
Pandu stroking Jihan's cheeks full of gentleness.
"Jihan, no matter how angry we are, just be quiet. Istighfar and dzikir. God will give us trials not beyond our shortcomings. Let people talk, however. Allah is All-seeing and All-knowing. So, you don't have to be afraid. Are you wudhu?"
Jihan shook her head slowly. Stunned by the tender advice of Pandu.
"Wudhu first yes! I'm gonna take a shower first. After that, we pray together. Ask for guidance and protection from God."
Jihan followed Pandu's orders. Adzan magrib has reverberated. The mukena is used and the prayer rug unfolds. Just waiting for Pandu to finish bathing. Pandu did not linger long already look neat with his casual clothes. Take a sarong and a skullcap for him to wear.
"Allahu Akbar...."
The first takhbiratul initiated their solemn prayers. Jihan has been able to pray 5 times its obligation. Thanks to Pandu, Jihan begins to get closer to the Creator. The prayer led by Pandu as the end of their prayer. Jihan cheers by kissing Pandu's hand. The guide also pulled the nape of Jihan. Kiss Jihan's forehead with full tenderness.
Pandu laughed looking at Jihan's cengo face. Shamed jihans quickly tidied their faces and prayer mats.
"Jihan, here's a gift from an employee at the office."
"From who?"
"Sisca, receptionist at the office."
Hearing the word "Respectionist" reminded Jihan to the face of the receptionist song at that time. Jihan picked up the paper bag and looked at it with a face full of arrogance.
"If she knew who you were marrying, she would never give you a gift."
"Don't suudzon!"
"Guide, we forgot about these gifts. We open yuk!!"
Pandu is not so interested. He prefers to look at the laptop and the files he should check tonight.
"You are yes!"
Jihan again pouted at Pandu's refusal. But, he changed his mood when he saw so many gifts piled up. One by one he opened with his spirit.
"Wow. Ndu, we got a pajama couple. We wear them sometime!"
Jihan's voice filled the room Pandu.
"It's funny too. Hermes towels, couple watches, bags, couple shoes, pajamas again. Oh My God....! Somebody give me a bracelet, Pandu! Pretty fuckin...."
Pandu had only reviewed the smile of hearing Jihan's speech. Jihan is really mood swinging. The one who was originally angry, now immediately laughed with excitement. But, Pandu is grateful. His life is now full of color. Jihan fills her tired days.
Jihan found 1 maroon-colored box that said Alya's name. He took and opened the ribbon wrapped around the box. Very curious about what gift Alya gave her.
Staring confused. What he found was some soft cloth made of silk in red and the other was black. He lifts up to stretch.
"The lingerie!!!" Shouts of Jihan's shock at what Alya gave.
"What's up, Jihan?" Pandu asked.
Quickly Jihan folded the Lingerie.
'Don't let Pandu see it too. Must be very embarrassed if Pandu to know.'
"Alya. Lo kadoin I could be Lingerie. How to know that." Jihan cursed Alya.
A sheet of paper containing a short message from Alya he read.
'Have fun, Han. You can use this on a beautiful night lo same Pandu. Make it for me. Hihi....'
Reading Alya's short message, it was able to spout a red hue on both of Jihan's cheeks. He glanced towards Pandu. Imagine that they really did that. Jihan brushed and smiled. He tried to get rid of his wild thoughts.
All the gifts that he finished opening, immediately he saved back. Jihan went back to bed. He sat next to Pandu who was still loyal struggling with his laptop and the files he was signing.
"Wow... is it the architectural design of the building?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Cool. Is this you design?"
"Bareng team as well. Just like you. The difference is, you design fashion while I design the structure of the building."
"Seriously, I just found out you're this great. After a few weeks I married you, only now do I know your job."
"How come you never found out about your husband?"
Hearing the husband's words from Pandu's mouth directly, making Jihan seem to float.
"So, this house is also your design?"
The guide turned to Jihan suddenly.
"Yes Jihan."
Unknowingly, Pandu's face was so close to Jihan. Jihan was glued in gaze this close to Pandu. The view was long enough. Both Pandu and Jihan, they observed each other's beautiful sculptures of their faces in close proximity. Inwardly admire each other.
Until, Jihan felt Pandu's face getting closer to her face. The warm breath of Pandu can already be felt. It's too close. One hand of Pandu pulled the nape of Jihan so that there was no more distance between them. Finally, Pandu's lips managed to scoop up Jihan's sweet lips. Stamp and....
"Damn! Hey, Jihan!"
Jihan gasped and realized that it was all just her delusion. The red spray again adorned his cheeks.
"You why? I explained earlier, you're just silently staring."
'Crazy.... My mind is far away....'
"Jihan, why are your cheeks flushed?"
Hand Pandu rubbed Jihan's cheek.
Sweet treatment Pandu always makes Jihan complacent. He doesn't want this to go too far. He realized, she was not the woman that Pandu wanted.
"I-I'm fine. Hmm.... I slept first huh?"
Jihan laid her body facing to the side which is currently seen on her back. Neutralizes his hunting heartbeat. Pandu tidied up his equipment and lie down. But earlier, he enveloped Jihan and kissed Jihan on the forehead. Without Pandu noticing, Jihan had not fallen asleep at all. He pretended to close his eyes. And Jihan repeatedly cursed her over-acting at the time of Pandu's sweet treatment of her.
...🍁~🍁...
...Be connected...................
