Forced Married High School

DMS 90'S

Al gawking at Farhan's reply. Imagine in the future if true later Farhan's wife asked strange and he who must fulfill it. Shaking his head, neutralizing his mind that went nowhere, then he approached his wife who was pointing at the fruit to be picked by Farhan.

"Not that one" said Icha as Farhan picked the mango.

"What's the difference between Deck? Both mangoes too" Farhan protested.

"Different, that one is too young, I want the one on top of it." Icha pointed at the fruit she wanted.

Farhan clucked lazily, he had already picked the mango for the third time, but it was always wrong. Icha did not want to receive the mango that he had picked and kekeh pointed that he wanted.

While Nayla just dabbled to see the bumil behavior on that one. As with Al, he wanted to persuade his wife but was afraid that if he was the target, he chose silence.

"This one?" farhan asked, his hand was no longer strong enough to hold the long iron.

"Yes," Icha replied happily.

Bugh

The mango Icha requested fell along with the long iron Farhan held. Fortunately, it didn't hit any of their diatara.

"Yahh, kok in fallin hek Kak, who was able to be in the same field Mamang, if it fell gini so bad dong," protested Icha, instead of thanking him instead of protesting, that made Farhan even more upset.

"Dear dear, kasian Kak Farhan, if it's not good to eat, there are still three intact?" Al tried to find his wife, he was not happy with his brother-in-law.

"Jaudah, thank you, brother" he said with a slight frown.

Farhan came down the stairs, he picked up the shirt and shoes he put on the chair there, "Nay, which bathroom?" ask him to Nayla. He did not mengubris two lovebirds who are none other than his sister.

"Let me take Kak," Nayla first followed by Farhan.

"You didn't have to come here" Farhan murmured, he didn't know he was going to pick mangoes.

"Why Brother?" Nayla did not hear what Farhan was saying.

"Eh, it's nothing Nay, I'm talking to myself." Farhan grinned, he scratched his neck which was suddenly itchy.

While Nayla frowned, but after that she chose not to care about Farhan's words that she did not hear clearly earlier.

Al carried three mangoes that had been picked by Farhan with a plastic bag given by Nayla's maid.

While Icha, still grumbling indistinctly because the mango he wanted actually fell, and so broke because of iron.

"Dear, aren't you like Kak Farhan? Look, he has metik mango gini a lot, you should be grateful Kak Farhan wants to metikin for you, do not frown so dong," Al align his path with the wife who was left behind.

Icha let out a heavy sigh, "Yes, yes," that was all that came out of Icha's lips.

"In exchange, I do what you want," Al tried to make Icha forget the mango of his desire earlier.

Icha raised her face, looking at the husband walking beside her, "Right!" a smile was on his lips.

Al returned the smile, then nodded.

Icha thinks, he's looking for something he wants, "We should go to the top, if Papa and Mama don't ngijinin, you should help me persuade. That's my request, how?" Icha smiled looking at Al's face.

They walked into Nayla's house. There was only Nayla and the Mama, Farhan was out of sight.

"Well, why Cha?" mama asked Nayla, she was taking Farhan out of the house.

"Udah Tan, thank you, we'll go home first" Icha said goodbye, "Sister Farhan has come home?" he added.

"Just get out, you guys be careful, yeah," Nayla and Mama take Icha and Al samapi to the door. Icha covers both.

"Don't be like that anymore Cha, kasian Kak Farhan, I don't have the heart to see" said Nayla when Icha experienced it.

"Yes, you're already a rich girlfriend," Icha pouted, somehow the mood became not good because of the mango problem earlier.

"The idea is that" said Nayla.

"Well, I'm home" said Icha, she turned to greet Mama Nayla and said goodbye and went home.

Al drove his car at a moderate speed. Dusk soon changed with night, both of them still in high school uniform, if only they stopped by a cafe or restaurant was sure to be the center of attention because of the uniform they wear. But they don't do that, preferring to go home and rest.

"My body feels very tired, I sleep, baby, later if you have already woke up," said Icha, fatigue that attacks make it sleepy and want to immediately fall at home.

"Eits, can't sleep baby, this is almost maghrib. Not good for sleep, later after isya' can only sleep," said Al, just like his mother when saying that.

Icha did not close her eyes, she chose to play mobile phone and did not say Al.

Al turned to his wife, smiling to see Icha obeying his words, though not chiming in.

After a while, they arrived home. It was already a little dark, for the time of Maghrib had arrived. They entered the house simultaneously, with Al embracing his wife's shoulders. They look like lovers.

Saying greetings, they went upstairs, because they could not find their family downstairs, only their maid.

Previously, Al gave young mangoes that they got from Nayla's house to his maid to keep in the refrigerator, because it looks like Icha has not wanted to eat them.

After cleansing themselves and carrying out their duties as a Muslim, Icha who felt tired he chose to lay down on the bed, listening to the husband chant the holy verses. It was so cool that he was even more grateful that Al was betrothed to him, not someone else.

Al had finished reciting the holy verses, he put the mushaf in its place, then took off all the prayer equipment and kept it. Approaching the wife who is still lying on the bed.

"Dear incandescent yes, tired, usually never like this, is it because pregnant is it?" icha said.

"Maybe too. Which one to massage?" al asked, he was already sitting on Icha's side.

Icha pointed to his lower back, "From here to here yes, here a great pegel," pointing to which Al incandescent should be.

Al began to massage the place that had been pointed Icha, kneading with a gentle movement. Actually he was also tired, but seeing Icha like that could not bear if not obey the wishes of his wife.

Lama Al sneered, he asked repeatedly but there was no response from his wife. Then Al saw his wife's face, his eyes were closed.

"Pantes was asked since yesterday, it turned out to be a molest," muttered Al, he stopped his massage and chose to stretch himself beside his wife.

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