Divine Destiny
#48
The trip was very pleasant for Azam.Bagas where unpleasant along the road Azam continued to tease the wife made Rahma embarrassed half to death.
Although Azam already knows the outside and inside of Rahma still Rahma was ashamed .Such is the chordat of the brave woman at the beginning, shy at the back.
"Alhamdulillah has arrived" said Rahma directly down from the car because it was not strong from earlier along the road Azam continued to tease him.
Azam could only shake his head to see his wife running like a child.
"Assalamualaikum Mommy. " cried Rahma spirit barged into the house.
"Waalaikumsalam eh Mother's child has come. "Mother's answer approached Rahma from the direction of the membrane.
bruc...
Rahma hugged Fatimah's mother tightly, the Mother could only smile at the happiness of her princess.
"Rahma kangen.
"Mother is the same... eh.. Which husband? " ask mother Fatimah a little surprised not to see Azam, who was asked even grimace.
"Assalamualaikum Bun" said Azam who had just entered while carrying his wife's bag.
Make Mother Fatimah and Rahma look at Azam.
"Waalaikumsalam Son... "
Azam immediately kissed the back of Fatimah's mother's hand.
Aww.....
Rahma grimaced because Fatimah's mother grabbed her ear.
"Bun is sick.
" You are still a rich child, you are married when you let your own husband bring goods, where many more" said Mother Fatimah .Poor to see Azam carrying Rahma's bag, not to mention the parcels, vegetables and snacks.
Indeed, in the way Mother Fatimah ordered to buy vegetables and snacks if the parcel was Azam's hand fruit specifically for in-laws.
The one in the nagging even the crybaby made Mother Fatimah glare.
"Father Bun" said Azam pity to see his wife in the jewel.
Mother Fatimah immediately let go of her jewelry "your yasudah rest first, definitely cape" said Mother Fatimah.
" then Rahma used to be in the room yah Bun" was taken by Fatimah's mother.
Azam followed the steps of the wife who had first walked towards the room.
"The bag is taroh on the shofa only" said Rahma. Azam just obeyed and put Rahma's bag in the shofa. Azam though the wife who was sitting at the side of the bed while kneeling her calf.
"Pegel Deck" said Azam mendejat Rahma just nodded while continuing to massage his calf.
" Mas pijitin yah" Azam bargained to make Rahma shake her head.
" No need to... "
But Azam did not pay attention to the words of the wife "Ade fell asleep let Mas incandescentin" said Azam made Rahma resigned.Moreover indeed both women are sore because they have to go around the market looking for a place to sell vegetables in the corner.
With caution Azam pinched his wife's calf, Rahma closed her eyes because she felt good in the massage by Azam until unconscious sleep.
Seeing the wife sleeping made Azam smile and stop his massage and enveloped the wife.
Azam walked towards the bathroom to clean his body because of the sultry, fifteen minutes Azam out of the bathroom walking towards the shopa opened the bag that had been brought.
Azam opened the bag and picked up a set of clothes for Azam to wear, in the lyrics of the wife who was still asleep a big smile on Azam's thin lips.
"Emmmmz" a small murmur rang out from Rahma's tiny lips, slowly the two clenched eyes blinked and woke up looking around the room there was no husband.
ckleks....
The door opened and Azam came in and smiled, seeing that his wife was awake.
" Where are you from? " tanya Rahma rasping typical people wake up.
" Within' in the kitchen for a drink"
"Oh yeah.. What time is it? " because the clock dingding in Rahma's room must change the batre.
"at 17:48 may soon be the Adhan"
" Yasudah Ade to the bathroom first" said Rahma as she handed the blanket up from the bed to the bathroom. Soon Rahma came out again with her face wet because of the ablution water. Already Rahma out Azam went into the bathroom to take ablution water.
With their solemn prayers congregated, Azam turned around after finishing the prayer, saw Azam turned Rahma immediately kissed the back of Azam's hand and Azam kissed Rahma's forehead.
"Dek can help Mas" said Azam with a face made to be clear, seeing the look of the face of the husband in the bend makes Rahma kewatir.
"Mas why? "
" Mas' head is a little dizzy. "Azam's alibi.
" Yasudah lay on Ade's bed incandescent" said Rahma softly Azam just nodded and went to bed.
Rahma sat on the side of the bed while extending her legs, Azam immediately lay on Rahma's lap.Slowly Rahma began to massage Azam's head with full feeling.
Azam closed both eyes enjoying the massage of the wife "Mas" said Rahma.
"hemmm" Azah only sneered with both eyes still closed.
" Ade Kangen Dinda's.. "
Degs....
" Yes the phone" Azam said trying to calm down.
" Us right but his no is inactive.. "
"Maybe Dinda's busy... "
" Don't know the hell.. "
Azam was speechless because now was not the right time to discuss it" sorry Mas Dek could not be honest, God willing if it was time Mas will be honest with Ade, and may Ade accept all. "in Azam looked at his wife.
"Alhamdulilah already adzan isya Dek. let's pray" said Azam to divert the topic.
" It's just not done yet, Mas.. "
" Just in he continued just want to sleep.. "
"Yasah" Azam only smiled at his wife's reply.
tock..
tock...
"Son..he had dinner ready" cried Mother Fatimah out the door.
"After Bun, we followed" not Rahma who answered but Azam, there is no longer any truth.
"Astagfirullah Mas Ade does not help Mother cook" said Rahma felt bad for the Mother.
"Gak papa Mas sure Mommy would understand" said Azam while stroking Rahma's cheek.
Rahma and Azam immediately folded up the container and mucena that Rahma wore and kept it in a normal place. Azam and Rahma went out to the kitchen before the kitchen was to go through the living room, when Rahma came out confused why all the lights went out.
"For why here the lights turn off in our room is very bad" Rahma said while holding Azam's hand.
" Mas also do not know Dek" said Azam casually, carefully Rahma and Azam walking.
"Mother. "call Rahma but no sahutan.
"Mas ko Bunda is called unanswered" said Rahma while walking slowly with Azam, Azam just silently did not answer Rahma's words.
"The surprise......"
Degs....
Rahma was surprised to see everyone gathered in the living room there was Mommy, the parents of Azam, bang Farhan and bak Sindi.
"Mas." Rahma's great-granddaughter while looking at her husband, Azam just smiled at the surprised face of the wife.
"Happy birthday aunty." cried Azka son bang Farhan ran towards Rahma who was hiding.
Making Rahma turn towards her nephew's cry.
bruc..
Azka hugged Rahma because Rahma immediately crouched down .
cup...
Azka kissed Aunty's cheek "said Abi it's Aunty's late birthday" Azka chirped making everyone smile.
Various remarks from all people Rahma received, back was the happiness of Rahma, it turns out Azam had planned this all and his family was very compact to make Rahma surprised and also haru.
"Happy birthday Nak may be given a baby quickly" Mother Fatimah congratulated.
"Happy dear, may your family be happy always" said Mamah Azam Rahma's father-in-law.
"May Adek Abang not be spoiled anymore" Farhan said.
"Welcome to Ade in-law healthy always "said Sindi, who is less just bang Zam-zam because it can not be too busy for a Doctor.
They after congratulating not directly cut the cake like a birthday event in general but directly a big dinner all the family.
Laughter loud in the house Qolayuby because that night Rahma became the material of the family.
"Cie. who had improved "the speech of Farhan made Rahma look intently at her brother.
"Yes..maybe soon we will get another grandchild jeng." said mama Azam to the mother of Fatimah but his eyes were fixed on Rahma while blinking both eyes.
After Rahma had endured the shame while Azam and the father who had just been silent and occasionally smiled at Rahma's sulking behavior made Rahma leave the family group.
"Dek why run away" cried Farhan.
"It's impatient, Ade-in-law" said Sindi
ha. huh...
Make everyone laugh..."Zam after your wife sulked" said Azam's father who had been quietly embraced by Azam.
" Kalu so Azam in the room first well" said Azam. To everyone's side.
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seriate.....
