DESTINY LOVE KHADIJAH

CHAPTER 22. ATTENTIVENESS

...The status of a woman as a housewife, is the most noble career, and there are many fields of reward. ...

...☘️...

Seeing Khadijah's finger with blood melted at his fingertips, Aksara immediately crouched down and sipped Khadijah's injured index finger. Cleanse the remnants of blood on his wife's fingertips.

Deliberate or just reflexed, but Khadija was so surprised by the action of Aksara.

For whatever reason, Khadijah felt his world stop instantly, when Aksara touched his hand, and the warm lips of Aksara touched the surface of his skin, it instantly made heart beating difficult Khadija define its meaning.

Happy ?. Of course, At least a small act of the Aksara, it is enough to explain to Khadijah if Aksara cares for himself.

"Stupid !!" Aksara Umpat.

Although he was cursing, but Khadija was so surprised when Aksara lifted his body just like that. Carrying Khadijah's body in his arms.

Until for a moment Khadijah could only be silent, not believing if Aksara would do that for himself. For the first time Khadijah can also look at the face of her husband who is currently so close to her.

Honestly, Khadija still did not understand, Not only his fingers were injured, but why Aksara had to lift his body.

Aksara is seen getting rid of the rest of the glass with the sandals she wears, and passing away leaving the kitchen, still with Khadijah in her sling.

"Don't GR !!"

"I just don't want that ugly leg of yours, hit by broken glass !!"

Khadijah only sighed, honestly it hurt to be insulted, only Khadijah judged the goodness of the Aksara from his good actions, not from the words that were so painful in his heart.

'From which also Aksara knows Khadija's ugly feet', Batin Khadijah. While Khadija always covered with her long robe, it was not uncommon to wear shoes on her feet.

Until without feeling Aksara had dropped Khadijah in his room, right he on his bed anyway.

"Still mas" said Khadijah.

But in fact, Khadijah's words did not greet the husband, because Aksara first passed and left his room.

Realizing his innocence, Khadijah could only feel the rest of the pain still at his fingertips. Not wide, it's just, like the glass that stuck before her deep enough .

Looking at the direction of the clock on the wall, there is still approximately 2 hours until dawn time comes. Khadija chose to rest her body again, removing and putting her veil on the bedside table.

Despite feeling uncomfortable in the fingers, Khadijah slowly lay down his body on the mattress, hoping the pain will disappear with his own.

Chequek.

Not yet had Khadijah closed his eyes, he again had to be surprised by the door of the room that suddenly opened just like that.

Surprised ?. Sure oes. For a moment Khadijah remained silent. Seeing the figure before him.

'Why he's back again' Khadijah thought to himself.

Not only was Khadijah surprised, in fact Aksara was also so shocked, seeing for the first time the face of Khadijah, clearly without its cover.

'What is this ?'

'There's no way this is it'

'Why is he so -'

Aksara stopped her wild thoughts, not wanting admiration to rule her little heart, though not in the opinion of Khadija so beautiful in her eyes.

Honestly, he did not expect that behind the cover cloth was an angel who turned out to be his wife.

The script was fully realized when Khadijah saw the confusion of looking for his veil.

With her cold and annoying face, Aksara approached and sat down beside Khadija who was bowed down from embarrassment.

"You looking for this ?"

The veil that Khadijah had been looking for had fallen under the table, and now Aksara gave it to Khadijah.

Quickly Khadiah accepted and re-worn her. It's nothing but maybe not used to it. Especially considering if it is possible that Aksara does not like it.

Deg.

The question immediately rounded the eyes of Khadijah. Honestly, it is not necessary, just because Khadijah just looks like it.

While Khadija did not have enough courage to say, chose to remain silent and still go back on to use her veil.

Without any excuse, the Hands of the Stumpy Scriptures pulled Khadijah's arm. The reckless action of her husband is enough to make Khadijah shocked like, I don't know what purpose her Aksara pulled the hand of Khadijah who was previously injured.

"Don't GR !"

"I just want to give plaster on his wound"

Slow and cold sounds of Aksara entering the hearing of Khadijah.

Honestly getting sweet treatment from her husband, Khadija was so happy, even had lodged in her brain, if Khadija wanted more attention from her husband.

"Sleep. No need to go night-night"

The message Khadijah heard from her husband's mouth. I don't know what that means, it's just that Khadijah's little heart warmed to hear it. Although not directly, Khadijah felt the words Aksara, a kind of husband who is so protective of the wife.

"Thank you, man"

Although Aksara had passed away leaving her, Khadija did not forget to say the word to her husband.

"Em"

The voice of Aksara was heard from the doorway of Khadijah's room. Vague yet still clearly heard.

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Early in the morning Khadijah had been in the kitchen, although last night had just experienced a small tragedy on his hands, it did not dampen his intention to serve his new family.

Khadijah had just finished cleaning up the rest of the chaos last night, to be honest Khadijah was worried, Mbok Nah will experience the same thing with him.

"Mba Sejah rest only, let mbok continue to cook her"

Hearing the housekeeper's words, Khadijah only commented a small smile on his face.

"No papa mbok, anyways get bored in the room continues"

The two seemed to be working together, completing the rest of her immature cuisine to its fullest.

Still so early in the morning, even the finished Cuisine has not been served on the table, Khadijah found her husband so rushed, 'Where to go' Khadijah's inner self in his heart.

But seeing the look of the husband is so neat, rather Khadijah knows if Aksara is going to his office, 'But why again' thought Khadijah again.

"Mas Aksa always goes to Mba's morning office. He's the hardworking type, what's more after you don't work, he's the one-on-one hope of his family"

"But in the hands of Mas Aksa, all the businesses that were pioneered by Mr. Lukman developed so rapidly"

I don't know what it means, but the words of Mbok Nah actually answered the curiosity in Khadijah's heart.

"Mbok well know from where if Sejah again think Aksa mas ?" honestly Khadijah was curious.

"Here his eyes did not blink to see Mas Aksa"

Deg.

Shame his taste, in fact Mbok Nah secretly observed himself. And Khadijah could only smile behind the cloth covering his face.

"Bok ya bragged"

Khadijah then ran after Aksara who was already on the porch of the house like her, but her steps were lost quickly with the Driver who had closed the door of the Aksara car.

The car in front of him just passed by, leaving Khadija standing in the doorway of the magnificent house.

For no other purpose, Khadijah only wanted to kiss the back of her husband's hand. While hoping and praying for the smooth work of her husband.

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