Destiny Love Rianti

29. Luxury House

Hafizh's car drove fast splitting the city's crowds. In the car, the singing of nasyid still faithfully entertained the journey of me and Hafizh mas. Plus the sound of Hafizh singing along, making this trip feel very romantic for me. Because my man sings while continuing to hold and even link our two fingers.

Hopefully, the romance of Hafizh will never fade as our marriage ages. Because most men are only romantic at the beginning of marriage, after which they will turn indifferent and not considerate anymore. And I'm not the kind of woman my husband wants to ignore. For me romance is the key to the durability of every husband and wife relationship.

Mas Hafizh still continued to sing, but his gaze remained focused on the streets, even though he occasionally looked at me. While I chose to look out the window, enjoying the breath of the afternoon breeze that felt a little fresh.

A little more we'll get to the destination house. Hafizh mas house connected to his clinic. But right through the clinic, mas Hafizh did not stop. He still drives his car at a moderate speed.

"Darling, your house...."

Mas Hafizh cut my words. "We don't live there, baby. The house is too small for the children."

Too small? If I compare his house to bigger than mine.

"Lantas, where are we going, baby?" I asked very curious.

"There's a dear." He winked at me while pinching my chin.

"What the hell is Mas. Play secret."

Mas Hafizh laughed at my slightly sulking behavior. Because my curiosity is unanswered.

"Prophey darling. You'll know later." Mas Hafizh gently stroked my head that was covered in hijab.

"Don't monyong gitu dong. Where's smile?"

I laughed as Hafizh smiled, until his white teeth were clearly visible.

"That's dong. It's so beautiful to laugh again."

"Oh, dreadlocks!" Saying later.

"No, baby. But you are beautiful when you laugh again."

"There are you, ma'am." I leaned my head on Hafizh's shoulder.

It feels very comfortable. I really want to stick to Hafizh mas. The smell of his body always makes me miss if he is not near me. Moreover, the smell of his mouth, I really like to sniff it when we spend the night by continuing to make love.

Hafizh's car is still going. Me and Hafizh were both silent. My mind floated, recalling how we first met.

Well, I was in a big pregnancy back then, coming to her clinic with cramps in the stomach that kept on being. Then next, a series of events with Mas Hafizh played back in my brain.

A smile spread from my lips. Happiness instantly burst forth. Unexpectedly my soul mate still continued. I don't think I'm going to get married again until the wrinkles clear out my skin.

I tightened my arms even more, and continued to immerse my head in his comfortable shoulder. Along with the pounding of love that is growing more and more with all his treatment to me.

"You happy, baby?" Hafizh said while kissing the old top of my head.

"I'm happy. Very happy dear." I look at him with love. Smile and kiss her on her lips.

"Well, you want to tease me, baby?" He pulled the car over for a moment. Then I pulled my head to kiss her.

I immediately dodged. "Mas, it's Mang Koko and his men also follow stop loh."

"A little bit, baby." He kept forcing me by pulling my chin slowly.

Tut's... Tut's... Tut

The sound of a horn was heard from the back of our car. Mang Koko came down and was about to step towards our car. Immediately I withdrew from Hafizh mas, who was already successful*******my lips.

"Darling ihh," I said spoiled.

"Hehe, you're teasing me."

Mas Hafizh then opened the window of his car. He raised his head and shouted softly at Mang Koko. "It's okay, Mang. Let's continue the journey."

"Oh, I think why doctor," cried mang Koko. He turned around again and got into his car.

Hafizh closed the window again. Installing a car gear and stepping on the gas of his car. A smile of victory emerged from both of his cheeks. He's even a little bit chuckling now.

***

The car I was riding in started to swallow as we entered the elite houses. I was a little surprised, because this complex is quite famous as the home of the rich. I don't know, I don't even dare to think that the house that Mas Hafizh means is here.

Right entering the gate, Mas Hafizh opened a little glass car. And then take a gray card that I don't know what it does.

"Good day, Hafizh, sir" said a man dressed in full security. He took the time to pay his respects to my husband.

"Mr David, too" replied my man, who now began to give the gray card to the security guard who seemed to know enough about my husband.

The security guard quickly attached the card to the tool in the shape of a square with in the middle like there is a card scanner. I don't know, I don't really understand. This time I entered this area.

Clik...

There was a sound when the card was attached to the device. And do not wait for a long time automatically the crossbar that covers the gate lifted by itself. I can only express my admiration in my heart. Because shame also if it looks mas Hafizh.

"Thank you David" said Hafizh to the security guard, who was standing back by the window of our car. He was about to return the gray card my husband had given him.

"Together Mr. Hafizh," replied the security guard with respect.

"Then I go in, sir." Mas Hafizh then drove his car back into the gate of the elite area house. Behind us, Mang Koko and his men who came to a stop as well, were seen starting to follow mas Hafizh back.

My admiration grew as our car passed through the streets of this elite region. On each street there are several beautiful cypress trees that adorn each side of the road. Even there is also a flower garden that is quite spacious with beautiful scenery that can be used as a place to relax or to just exercise.

"Mas, where are we going?" I said full of curiosity. Because my mind was wondering why we entered this area.

"To our home dear," he replied while linking back our two fingers. And then he kissed her.

"A-what Mas? Not wrong," I stammered because I was surprised by the answer mas Hafizh. I never thought that Hafizh was so rich that I could afford to buy a house in this area.

"No dear." He smiled and refocused on driving.

Beside me, I could only sip the saliva that had not stopped producing because I saw the luxurious houses that stood firmly in this area.

Before long, Mas Hafizh stopped in front of the gate of a very large luxury house. Take a remote and press the button. The gate opened by itself. I went back to seeing that.

Mas Hafizh again drove his car into the luxury house. My eyes were perfectly rounded when our car was in the yard. A page with a beautiful design. There are several bottle type palm trees that have a unique trunk and beautiful if used as a garden decoration.

My eyes were amazed when I saw the bright yellow Tabebuya tree plant that grew tall and shady in the yard. Underneath there are two pairs of iron garden chairs in brownish yellow paint following the beautiful color of the Tabebuya tree.

"Mas, this house is so beautiful." I can no longer hide my admiration.

"Do you like my wife?" Mas Hafizh approached me who was standing in the middle of his yard.

"Like. I really like it." I switched to hugging him.

"It's good if you like it, baby. This house I bought for you and the kids."

"May I ask you about the price, dear?"

"Hahaha, the price of this house is not even comparable to your happiness dear. Because for me the most expensive thing I have to redeem forever is the happiness of you and the children." He looked at me with love. Then kiss my forehead.

There are no words to describe my happiness right now. Not because it was given a house with the most expensive selling price. But the treatment of Hafizh mas like cherish me as his wife that makes my heart happy. Even his words were very heart touching.

"Thank you dear. I love you!" I held my arms to him. It does not matter if it looks like mang Koko and his men are currently busy lifting the items I brought from my old house.

"I love you so much, too, dear."

"Stay the best wife of my life Rianti Anandita. Keep holding my hand and continue to be the solace of my heart."

I nodded my head. "I'll keep you by your side until death do us part." While kissing the back of his hand.

Doesn't feel like a clear circle just escapes from both of my neutrals. Haru grew happier, right now that feeling was domineering in the heart.

I didn't answer. Only my footsteps indicated that I accepted his invitation. We walked with both hands interlocked.

***

We are now in our new home. The house with a blend of white and Lilaq ash that makes the atmosphere in the house look more elegant and cheerful. This house is even complete with ornaments that are worth quite expensive, such as chairs, jars, wall hangings, lights and also some ornamental plants neatly arranged in every corner of the room.

"Mas, this house you buy cash what credit?" My spoken.

"Cash darling. I'm not the kind of person who buys things on credit. I don't want to owe you. The weight of the punishment in the afterlife if I die without paying off my debt," explained Hafizh at length.

"Cash? Can this house cost billions? Or is it possible to be worth trillions?" Mumbles.

"You talk to yourself, baby? Hehe." Mas Hafizh chuckled when he saw me muttering to myself.

"No dear. It's just that I'm curious about the price of this house."

"I told you. The price of this house is not worth the happiness of you and the children." He pulled me back in his arms.

"So when can we stay here?"

"As far as you are, baby. You're the queen of this palace." He smiled and stroked my head.

"I want to, let's do some studies before we get it. How, you agree?"

"Agreed dear," replied Hafizh briefly, because now he instead focus on pampering his body by hugging me tightly. His eyes were even closed like he was enjoying the beauty of life by hugging me.

Silence takes over. No words came out of me and Hafizh. We are busy with our feelings. If Mas Hafizh focuses on what it's like to hug me. So I am more focused than the Budget issued mas Hafizh to buy a house and all the ornaments that have been neatly arranged in place.

"Darling, don't you want to see our room?" Soft whisper. Then pulled me in his steps.

I managed to widen my eyes as we entered the main room of this house. Room with all white shades. The paint, the bed, the closet, the sofa chair in front of the bed, all in pure white. It's so beautiful and luxurious!

Because of the deep awe, I did not realize I had left Mas Hafizh in the doorway. Walk into the room and touch every piece of furniture contained within. Not even a speck of dust was found there.

"Mas, I'm so afraid to go up to bed, if the color of the bed sheet is white like this. Afraid of getting dirty" I said by occupying the edge of the bed.

"Haha. If it's dirty, change it, baby." Mas Hafizh approached my place. He had previously closed the door. He then sat right behind me. Hugged me with his mess.

"Mas, isn't this too much?"

"Honey. The job of the husband is to make his wife and children happy according to his ability. And I feel I have enough ability to give this house to you and the kids."

"You were my priority after my mother died. No one is more entitled to my property than you. All mine is yours," he continued.

He turned my body to face her. Holding both of my cheeks. Then he said, "I work my bones so that you and the children are not lacking. I really feel like a failure if I can't make you happy with what I have."

"Listen baby, this is all nothing. Whatever you and the kids ask for I will do. As long as you remain loyal to me in my happy and difficult times."

"And one more." He turned around, opening a small desk drawer located beside the bed.

"This is for you, baby." He handed me a document map that had no idea what it contained.

With a tremble I received it and then opened it. How surprised I was when I unpacked one by one the documents contained in it. There is a certificate of this luxury house on behalf of his name, a luxury car BPKB which is also in his name, accounts from several state banks that have different balances and business listings and income on behalf of this man who is my husband. I never thought that Mas Hafizh has a lot of income every month.

"Darling, this is all yours. It's just that we're taking care to get back the name of the property."

"For an account it is no longer necessary to create a new account. That's all you hold."

"And...." Mas Hafizh was silent for a moment with his hands busy taking the wallet out of his pants pocket. "This is all his ATM cards. You hold it."

"Oh yeah, the car's still at the dealership. Soon they will be delivered directly to the house," he continued.

Tears came back from both of my eyes. Hafizh's words really touched me. He greatly appreciated me as his wife, even though I was not there beside him as he climbed every step of his success ladder. This is very different from what I got from Mas Galih. So different! The house certificate alone I can hold it only at the time of the division of the property after we divorced.

"Thank you, Mommy. I don't even feel entitled to it." My head bowed, sobs began to sound from my mouth.

"Don't cry baby. You deserve all my property." He calmed me down by hugging me back. A kiss also accompanied his embrace.

"Darling, don't you want to try and plump our bed." Mas Hafizh grinned, dropping our bodies on the bed.

"What the hell is Mas. If we live in this house. Outside also there are still mang Koko and his men."

"And they don't know how dear we are, hmmm." My hands started to act by touching my sensitive body parts.

"Don't Mas. Later if they suddenly call, we're naked, how?" I touched my husband's cheeks with my hands.

"Hehe, yeah well, too" he said without stopping his hand activity.

I let him with his activities. Even that hand had changed its mouth. Let it be, at least he didn't strip me of all my clothes.

I got lost in the game of Hafizh. The breathing becomes more irregular. Mas Hafizh grew ferocious when he heard my sigh. Even now my head is out of my head.

Geck... Geck... Tok

A knock on the door immediately stopped the action of Hafizh. He got up straight from the bed because he was so shocked.

"Sir, doctor sir," said mang Koko from outside the room. Luckily, he did not open the door. Otherwise, how embarrassed we would be if we were caught starting to make love.

"Yes Mang. A minute!" Hafizh and I quickly tidied up our clothes, and headed for the door simultaneously to meet Mang Koko.

Czechoslovak...

The door was already wide open, the middle-aged man was slightly leaning against the front wall of our room door.

"What's the Mang?" Ask the Hafizh.

Mang Koko immediately stood up straight. "Sorry doctor, everything is done. Me and the boys want permission to go home," said mang Koko to us.

"Oh yes Mang. Thank you!"

"This is a little bonus for Mang Koko and the boys, because they have worked hard to help us." Mas Hafizh offered some red notes to Mang Koko.

"It's too much, doctor. You have also paid our wages" Mang Koko refused politely.

"Just take it Mang. Consider this alms from us to your children and wives at home," I said, giving back the money to Mang Koko.

"Thank you Mr. Buk. May the luck increase."

Me and Hafizh said Aamiin in a compact manner. Then take the departure of mang Koko and his men to arrive in front of the terrace of our new home.

"Honey, yuk continued," whispered mas Hafizh when mang Koko and his men completely lost sight. I just smiled a little, and left the Hafizh mas on the front porch to the place of the contest.

"Yes," he said with excitement.

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