Earth Angel

Chapter 57: You're Beautiful

For the first time, Arrshad became a priest. Zhivana as makmum. The magrib prayer dimesjid. So to pray isya, arrsyad at home. He became a priest for his wife. What a romantic moment.

Zhivana kissed the back of the arrsyad hand, and the arrsyad kissed the brow of the zhivana.

Zhivana hasn't opened her veil. Not brave! He was also embarrassed and afraid of ugly. There's a taste, insecure, apparently.

"Decks"

Arrsyad, the man called out to her gently.

Zhivana awoke from her daydream. Hurriedly he turned his head, apparently arrsyad was smiling while looking at him.

"You daydreaming?"

Zhivana blinked nervously, then shook her head in response.

"Tomorrow to go, is it okay? I have to go to college too."

The plan is tomorrow afternoon they both immediately make a flight to America. Inevitably, zhivana is tuning in and following the husband.

"Yes, it's okay."

It was unexpected that Arrsyad was so brave. Zhivana thought their relationship would be awkward and ashamed of each other. Apparently not! The relationship quickly developed like a husband and wife, in general.

"You know what? I still can't believe I got you married. At first I was perfect too, but ustadz azwar, come and talk seriously. Happy and grateful to be your husband, deck."

Arrsyad looks so happy. From then on, he kept smiling. Happy sparkles and beaming faces, it is clear, that arrsyad is very happy to be married to zhivana.

Zhivana smiled.

For a moment both were silent. The pitch nobody talks.

Slowly the hand of the arrsyad is stretched out, stroking the cheeks of zhivana covered in white veil cloth in line with the color of the face worn.

Arrsyad stared at his wife's clear eyeballs. Instantly her smile broke.

"By mas, look" he said softly.

Digesting the words of the arrsyad just now, made zhivana begin to understand. Is it time, he showed his face to the arrsyad. Now arrsyad her husband, it is not possible also right, make the husband himself curious.

His heart that had been beating fast, even more uncorrupted.

Zhivana nodded softly, as an agreement.

Arrsyad who has received immediate permission is happy not to play.

"Right deck, can you?" Ask back, to convince.

Again zhivana nodded in response.

Arrsyad smiled.

Cup.

A brief dip was infused with zhivana, making the zhivana startled. Maybe now her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

Slowly but surely, Arrsyad took off his wife's veil. A feeling of pleasure at once a heart that thumped hard. Very domineering.

Zhivana closed her eyes.

Apart from that, the veil cloth that the arrsyad held immediately fell down just like that.

In his heart, Arrshad uttered a sentence of praise to the khaliq "Subhanallah". In a few seconds he was unable to turn away. The object in front of him is very charming if it is turned away from the retina of his eye. He found an angel. Zhivana was like an angel of heaven before her.

Zhivana opened her eyes, seeing the handsome man who was her husband standing still. Making zhivana think Does arrsyad not like it??

"M-mas why, not su-ka ya?" Speak zhivana, holding back tears.

Arrsyad hurriedly shook his head strongly, quickly! Arrsyad hugged zhivana tightly. He also knows it is not easy to do so far, in terms of what he looks after finally shown to someone other than his parents.

Zhivana tried to hide in the arrsyad field. I felt ashamed, hesitant, and afraid.

"Decks"

Call her softly.

"You. Pretty." He said, a warm smile reassured the wife. It's true, his wife is beautiful, very beautiful in fact.

Zhivana sat straight back, staring doubtfully at the arrsyad.

Her beautiful hazel eyes stared doubtfully at the arrsyad's face. Her lashes blinked a few times. His thick black eyebrows are neatly lined, his tiny nose is sharp. Her tiny lips were naturally red, without any blush. Her cheeks are clean white and smooth look cozy, without powder polish of course.

"No need to fear and doubt, I love."

"Thank you for taking care of all this, for you." Her impressions returned, while kissing warmly lovingly approved zhivana.

"The wife is so beautiful."

Arrsyad again hugged the tiny body of zhivana that looks red meet. How adorable.

As bright as the face of a little zhivana, nine years old crossed the mind of an arrsyad, the little zhivana was very cute, adorable, and sweet. And now, zhivana is growing up. Being a beautiful and graceful woman.

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The morning has come, starting a new day with gratitude. After the shubuh prayer, arrsyad and zhivana pack up to prepare the items to carry! One big suitcase is ready. Zhivana put it in the guest room.

For the first time zhivana cooked breakfast for her and for the husband arrsyad. Arrsyad continues to praise his cooking. Though only fried rice is the usual level of zhivana made.

Pamit and asked for a blessing prayer on the graves of his parents, zhivana cried. Arrsyad knows, for his wife this is heavy. But how else, now zhivana is his responsibility.

Returning from the funeral, zhivana said goodbye to kiai husen and umi aisyah, accompanied by her husband of course. But baby, Azwar the man's not home. There's business outside. Said.

Arriving home, zhivana immediately sat pensive. Guilt just goes through it. Azwar the man why? Has Azwar avoided himself? Does azwar hate himself?. All raging in his mind. Zhivana hoped that Azwar would recover, and find his happiness.

Arrsyad sits next to zhivana. As if he knew what his wife was thinking, Arrsyad said.

"Ustadz azwar is sincere, deck! He said he was very happy for our marriage. Last night he sent me that message."

Yes even if you say so, arrsyad knows. Azwar is not okay.

Zhivana. Carefully he asked.

"Mas. Is azwar okay?"

Look at that worried face, zhivana was worried about another man. No, arrsyad shouldn't be jealous because of something like this. Naturally his wife was worried, they were ever close and almost married. Azwar had cancer.

His heart heated up instantly, he realized! That zhivana still calls azwar with the appendage "Mas". In the heart of the arrsyad My wife cannot call ustadz azwar "Mas". That call was just for me! i'm her husband. Possessive Mode On.

"Just pray, may ustadz azwar always be in the protection of alloh." The answer is a little bit sloppy.

Zhivana realized her husband who had turned sour immediately understood.

"Sorry" he said softly.

The typical arrsyad people don't like to be stale and rambling, like to get straight to the core! Directly says.

"Dek, I don't like you calling ustadz azwar mas! Deck, look at the mas." Say it firmly.

With a feeling of fear, zhivana immediately stared at the arrsyad.

"Jealous, deck"

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