Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 37
"Where are you going?"
Mikhail's reprimand succeeded in stopping Husna's pace towards the room.
"I'm going to sleep."
Reply casually.
"But why are you sleeping there, isn't this your room?"
The man pointed to the room where he had rested earlier.
Husna nodded.
"Yes, but as long as I stay here. Then I'll use this room."
He pointed to the door of the room that was close in front of him.
Mikhail slipped, not knowing what to say. He had imagined something romantic happening between them. But, it turns out that his expectations are too high.
"Why silence? I don't think that's weird, do I?"
The woman asked while staring in full search.
"Ti, no."
Stuttered and quickly shook his head.
"Don't you dare be like you."
Threatening Husna, he stared cruelly at the man, then continued to step into the room.
Mikhail was finally only able to scratch his non-itchy head.
"Patience, thank God he didn't kick me out of here. So don't expect more from this."
Trying to remind yourself.
With the gontai, Mikhail finally decided to return to the room. Breaking down the body while constantly thinking about the woman in the next room. The woman who was currently in longing, even though she was near by his side. Tired, he finally began to close his eyes, hoping that their relationship could improve tomorrow.
Time passed, and the morning came..
Husna woke up faster than usual. After completing the obligation with the creator, the woman immediately walked towards the kitchen. Prepare breakfast for men who may still be in dreamland.
It did not take long, Husna finished with a fried rice menu and some complementary dishes. After that he returned to the room to prepare himself to go to campus, where he studied.
"Hm, I haven't eaten your fried rice in a long time."
There was a sound when Husna just started to open the door.
The girl turned her head, seeing her husband standing next to the dining table while inhaling the aroma of his cooking. The man looked handsome in his work coat and shirt.
"Are you going somewhere?"
Husna asked as she walked closer.
"Hm, there's some business I need to take care of here."
He answered while pulling the chair.
Husna swiftly scooped food into Mikhail's plate, and poured water that was already available there.
Then they continued to enjoy the meal together.
Mikhail finished first, the man got up and walked towards the living room. Take your shoes and start wearing them.
Husna who just finished a few days also began to be seen walking towards the living room. She was amazed to see that her husband was still there.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Ask wonder.
"I'm waiting for you. We're leaving together!"
The man stood up and walked ahead of Husna.
Despite the confusion, the woman continued to tail the courtyard.
Arriving at the front, Husna's shock grew when he saw a luxury car and a man who was ready to wait for them.
"Whose car is it?"
Ask.
"Our car, let's get in!"
Mikhail opened himself the door.
"What dream is this man?"
Husna was stunned when she received unusual treatment from the man in front.
"Are you planning to be late for college?"
The question from the husband was able to make Husna aware.
"Eh, sorry. I'm just not used to your sweet-ass attitude yet."
He said as he walked in.
Mikhail approached, bending over to line his face with the woman who was already sitting on the back bench.
"From now on, get used to yourself. Because I'm gonna keep doing this, for the rest of my life."
He spoke clearly, then spontaneously raised their eyebrows.
"Ow, mas!"
Husna was suddenly running away from her face, she was also seen raising her hand to wipe her forehead.
"Road sir!"
The man's order came out in Indonesian.
Husna who heard back frowned. He looked at Mikhail with a question mark.
"She's my tour guide, who happens to speak Indonesian."
The man answered a question his wife had not yet asked.
"Oh"
Husna can only be oh ria.
Finally, the 2 people enjoy their journey by throwing questions at each other. Until it is not felt, the car stops in the yard of the building that is headed.
"Lo, I didn't say the address just now. Then why did we get here?"
The woman was astonished again.
"Everything about you is already here."
Mikhail pointed at his chest.
Husna swiftly pinched the man's stomach.
"Since when can we fight?"
He smiled thinly.
Mikhail lowered his wife's hand, grasping her tightly as if he did not want to take off.
"It's not a rumble, but what it does feel in my heart."
The man looked at his wife with a loving gaze, making the woman's heart taut.
Husna immediately lowered his head, hiding a blushing face and also a difficult feeling in the air.
"I will try to prove what I feel for you. Stay like this and don't look at what's out there."
Mikhail said again.
"What do you mean?
The woman looked back at her husband, she did not understand where the man was going.
Mikhail simply answered the question from his wife with a smile. He took off Husna's hand, then stroked her hooded head affectionately.
"Go! You're almost late."
Husna remained silent and looked at her husband in wonder. Then the woman pulled the doorknob, intending to leave from there.
"Wait!"
The man pulled Husna's hand back.
"What?"
He looks.
Mikhail thrusting a hand.
"Kiss the husband's hand first, so that your step is riddho'i by the power."
Say it with a small smile.
"Hahaha, it seems like he's really out of his mind."
Husna laughed in his heart.
"Why are you smiling? Is there anything funny?"
Mikhail asked in surprise.
"Sorry to you."
Husna continued to receive the hand of her husband, then kissed him.
And seeing the wife looking down, Mikhail swiftly landed a warm kiss on Husna's forehead.
"Mas!"
The woman frowned, her face turned into a look of protest.
"Kissing hands is usually a package with a kiss of the forehead."
Mikhail gave an excuse.
"But, I.."
"Snouts. If you talk again, then I'll add to it by kissing this"
Mikhail placed his index finger on Husna's lips.
The woman's guts shrieked, she rushed to pull the doorknob.
"Assalammualikum,"
"Waalaikum salam."
The man smiled proudly looking at the back of the woman who had started walking away.
"I will conquer your heart, and begin a real home. I promise I'll make up for all the wounds I used to inflict, and replace them with happiness."
Mikhail muttered with all his determination.
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