HALAL LOVER (Already Published )
EXTRA PART (When love should be let go)
•Anyway of Happiness•
The afternoon wind blew a little, swinging the long hijab covered part of the owner's tiny body. Thin red lips blushed her smile. It looks so sweet. The dry leaves flew over to the woman. The two netra exuded a long-lost happiness on the face.
A tall young man with a big smile slowly walked up to the woman. A flower was already within his grasp. The woman turned her head when she heard the sound of footsteps of the young man. The faces of the two were radiant, showing a happiness.
"Darling," said the young man, standing before the woman, giving her a bouquet of flowers. "Thank you for giving me the chance to love you."
The woman smiled and took the flower.
"I'm happy to have been loved by you."
The two smiled and the young man pulled the woman into his arms, then landed a warm kiss on the top of her head. Blissfully. That is what is now being felt by two people who just realize if each other wants to have, love and do not want to lose.
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"Azizah, where are my shoes?" ghibran shouted in the room as he went around looking for what he needed.
"There's an ordinary place, baby. Search aja. I'm responsible for this again," said Azizah no less shouting in the kitchen.
"There is no Azizah. Come on, you come here first." Ghibran again shouted, because he had not found what was sought.
Hearing the husband tell her, Azizah was forced to turn off the stove and stop cooking activities. The woman hurriedly walked over to meet the Ghibran. Azizah took a slow breath when she found the shoe that the Ghibran was looking for, and entered the room.
"Have you met yet?" tanya Azizah stood in the doorway.
"But baby, where are you, anyway?" gerutu Ghibran is still looking for his shoes.
Seeing Azizah just standing in the doorway, while he was busy looking for shoes, Ghibran turned to his wife. "You are, and it's even diem. Come help me."
"This what?" Azizah showed me a pair of shoes belonging to Ghibran. The young man immediately stood up and approached Azizah.
"Ii–ini. Where did you find my shoes?" Ghibran was confused because he had searched for hours for his shoes, but was not found either.
"In the usual place," Azizah said casually and walked towards the chair in the room.
"Ah, time. I've been running around, but there's nothing." The ghibran followed Azizah and sat on a chair.
"You're a habit, Mom. Always forget to keep it."
The woman immediately put the shoes on the Ghibran. As a good wife, Azizah was always obedient and did her duty sincerely. That is what every day must be lived by him after feeling the real marriage with Ghibran. Moreover, about the habits of Ghibran who always difficult to find his possessions. Like that morning, Ghibran searched for a pair of shoes to wear to the office, but was nowhere to be found. Azizah had to intervene, but she was cooking.
Since the two felt a complete marriage, they have not lived with Ghibran or Azizah parents. Now, the couple already has a simple house, although small but enough for them to live in.
Happiness continues to decorate the household of two people. Although not blessed with a baby, but both are always patient waiting. Love is unpredictable. Starting from an arranged marriage and no taste though, to have to sacrifice the feelings of others. However, in the end the seeds of romance grew in the hearts of both.
Ghibran who can not forget Aisyah–women who have been admired, can finally melt too. However, when love began to grow trials came and Azizah who had to give up Ghibran for Aisyah, but it turns out the universe has its own way. Reunite him with the Ghibran.
"You're what, anyway!" azizah protests trying to release her body. However, Ghibran even more tightly hugged the woman.
"I'm happy, because I can have you, Azizah," said Ghibran still staring at Azizah.
The woman again bowed in embarrassment, her face began to blush like a boiled crab. Can no longer hide the awkwardness in him. Who was struggling, now even just silent in the arms of the husband. Ghibran again raised Azizah's face and a gentle 'cup' landed on the smooth cheek. Azizah just gawked at getting the treatment earlier. His blood began to swish violently, Ghibran brightened his smile.
"You ...."
"Why?" cut the Ghibran to Azizah. "Can't I kiss my own wife?" the Ghibran Goda brought his face closer to Azizah's.
"Yes, but not in this way" Azizah protested.
"Every morning you never give me a warm kiss for me, who's wrong trying?"
Azizah stared intently at Ghibran, while Ghibran continued to tease the woman and lowered his thick eyebrows. Slowly, the woman brought her face closer to Ghibran's. The ghibran was a little surprised and stopped playing his eyebrows.
The cup!
One gentle kiss Azizah gave on Ghibran's cheek. The young man was just stunned, unable to say anything more.
"I love you" Azizah said, escaping and running away from Ghibran with a smile.
Ghibran smiled at Azizah's departure until she disappeared. Again his hand held the cheek that Azizah had given a kiss. The two big eyes showed how happy the young man was.
"I love you too, Azizah."
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