Halal Lover

Part 17's

"My heart has been broken many times. Sorry if it's not perfect."

nazwa Zivara Nafitri

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COUNTed one week is the age of marriage Alif with Nazwa. And for one week, Alif more often develop a smile than show a flat and cool face as usual.

After five days of living in Nazwa's house, finally yesterday they were brought - not to Hanan Diafhakri's house, but to Alif's private apartment.

At first their parents had disagreed, but with all the beliefs that Alif said, they so little believe that what Alif said there is a truth. They are married and they should have studied independently.

However, their parents will still not be spared to observe their children because there is a lot of worry about the new family.

Given their very young age, especially Nazwa whose nature is still relatively labile and childish.

At first Nazwa did not agree with Alif's proposal to stay in the apartment, but saw Abi's gaze immediately melt. What can I do? Nothing is happier than making your parents happy, right?

Now, the handsome young doctor-to-be is still busy struggling in the kitchen, making breakfast for himself and his beloved wife.

Beloved then? I don't know. Alif himself smiled amusedly because of that reality. The fact that falling in love is not as terrible as he had imagined.

Moreover, if the relationship is already in halal ties, both in religion and country. For him, the sour will taste sweet.

How lovely! His feelings are getting worse, even though he doesn't know how Nazwa feels for him.

But clearly, even though Nazwa will not return his feelings, the most important thing is that he has tried to love Nazwa as well and as deeply as he can.

Basically, love does not need a reply. It is enough to see the person we love happy, inevitably our hearts also feel his happiness.

Although deep down, Alif was very hopeful that Nazwa had the same taste. Same as how he felt all along.

If the last few days Alif more often develop a smile, then Nazwa is the reciprocal. The girl still looked stiff, flat, and cold.

Nazwa had just finished his bath when he smelled the fragrance of the cooking from the kitchen. He glanced at the watch that had shown at 7:30. Since he was still unaffected, he therefore woke up later because he did not have to pray at dawn.

It was Nazwa's habit when he was experiencing the red cross.

The seventeen-year-old girl stretched her hand muscles, then she immediately put on her khimar and went down.

"Sister?"

Alif is still the same in his position. Pouring rice in two dishes. Not shaking when you hear Nazwa's voice.

"Sister!" call Nazwa again.

This time Alif turned his head, but with a face as flat as possible. "I'm not your brother, Nazwa."

Nazwa's forehead is wrinkled. What's up with that guy? Wasn't he mediocre yesterday when Nazwa called out to him with the frills of 'Sister'?

"Stop calling me 'Sister', Nazwa. Because I am not your brother Naufal" continued Alif.

"Judek. So what should Nazwa call? Eum .. I guess calling Om isn't too bad?" nazwa said with a slanted smile.

Thick Alif eyebrows linked. "And I'm not that old."

Nazwa suppressed the laughter by folding his lips as straight as possible.

"Call me Mas" Alif said suddenly.

"Why?"

"should."

"If Nazwa doesn't want to?"

"Must do it" Alif replied as he poured milk into a glass.

"Based on the maksha," Nazwa murmured.

"I heard, Nazwa."

Nazwa snorted and chose to ignore Alif's speech by shifting the topic.

"Eum, Mas .. cook?" nazwa asked a little stiffly with her new call to Alif.

Alif smiling. The 'gold' call from Nazwa's mouth sounded sweet in his ears.

"As you can see. Wanna try?" tawar Alif's.

"No" replied Nazwa briefly.

Alif smiled. "Come, Nazwa. I guarantee you will be addicted if you have tried it" he said with confidence.

"Nazwa don't want to!"

"A little bit" said Alif. The man thrust one of his plates towards Nazwa.

"No, yes, no!" ketus Nazwa's.

It was stunned, but a second later Alif smiled meaningfully. He knew, this girl was just a prestige item to try her cooking.

"Yes if you don't want to."

It is undeniable that he is very hungry, because the last he ate was at his parents' house yesterday. Before the show boyongan to Alif's apartment.

But in any case, he should not be easily crushed just by the sweet attitude of a man like this. Even though it's her own husband, you know the wound Raka made is still not fully healed.

Nazwa drowned his head between the folds of his hands on the dining table. He closed his eyes, perhaps it could make his hunger less.

Kriukkk's'

Suddenly his eyes opened wide. He saw Alif who was still focusing on his breakfast. But he also knew that the man was holding back so that his laughter would not explode right now.

"If you want to laugh, laugh! Don't be arrested!" After saying that, Nazwa turned around and ran into the room to hide his reddened face.

Alif chuckled while shaking his head. After that he followed Nazwa to his room. The first thing Alif saw was the sour face of the wife who was sitting on the sofa of his room.

"I have a lecture at 9" Alif said as he glanced at the watch in his left hand.

"No matter," replied Nazwa coldly.

He knew exactly that something like this was not very good in the household. But how else? He doesn't want to expect too much from men.

Even if it was her own husband? Ah, it's the same. He was not sure that Alif loved him. It must be the same reason, Alif accepted the match just to see his parents happy.

Alif took his bag, put his laptop and some books in it.

"I'm leaving, huh? If you are hungry, in the kitchen there is still fried rice and omlet," Alif said then extended his right hand.

Nazwa welcomed Alif's hand with his flat face.

Alif smiled and ruffled the tip of his wife's khimar. Yep. Nazwa still wears a hijab when he is at home.

Although there were only the two of them, Nazwa was still reluctant to show his beautiful hair in front of Alif blatantly. Except when you sleep. But isn't that the same? Ah, it's up to Nazwa.

"Assalamu'alaikum." After that, Alif disappeared from behind the door.

After Alif's departure, a sigh was heard from Nazwa's mouth. He stroked his stomach that had been protesting for fill. But because of his high prestige and ego, he had to refrain from eating Alif's cooking.

After making sure Alif disappeared and was not seen again, Nazwa decided to go to the kitchen. Looking for food in a refrigerator, maybe there is something he can cook.

Before that, Nazwa had a glance at a plate of fried rice and a few pieces of omlet on the dining table. But ... He should not be tempted!

Nazwa dismantled the contents of the refrigerator, it turned out that there was only fresh chicken that was still raw. No vegetables, no fruits, not even an egg.

Nazwa let out a sigh of resignation. He cursed himself who did not have time to shop after moving yesterday. He turned his eyes to the dining table.

What can be done, rather than having to fry chicken that will certainly explode hot oil, inevitably the girl must finally have breakfast fried rice made by her husband.

Nazwa gulped his saliva once more. But, what should he eat? Ah, yeah that's it. He could not stand his stomach which kept on kicking.

"Bismillbirthrohmannirrohim." He prayed and began to eat the food in front of him.

Nazwa's eyes widened perfectly. It's so delicious!

His eyes twinkled, his head shook in amazement. He regularly feeds fried rice until half.

It turns out that Alif's cooking is no less delicious with his subscription fried rice with Acha. Ah, considering Acha he missed his two best friends.

"Ekhm!"

Nazwa halted his activities when the baritone's voice rang out in his ear.

"Slowly, Nazwa. I know my cooking is delicious. But slowly dong eat it, later sprains, loh."

Nazwa turned the body one hundred and eighty degrees. His eyes widened when he found Alif who was smiling amused with both hands inserted into the pocket of basic pants that the man was wearing.

"W-what?" tanya Nazwa stammered. Her lower lip she bit to reduce the nervousness caused to gep by her own husband like this.

"Why come back again!" sungutut later. "Oh, don't you think Mas deliberately 'could you lure Nazwa like a gini?!"

Alif put both his shoulders together with a smile. "Don't be confident. I just want to get the keys to the car that's missing."

After that the girl's face became pias when Alif actually took the object from the top of the refrigerator.

He cursed his own stupidity. Why get caught? Okay, Nazwa feels like a thief now.

"Continue eating, I leave, yes" said Alif with a sweet smile that made Nazwa even more angry.

Alif likes to work on it!

"Oh, yes. This morning I read a good quote, Nazwa. And I think it'll suit you." Alif turned his body back.

Alif approached and whispered something, then soon he distanced his face again.

With a silly smile, the man walked back. Slowly but surely.

As for Nazwa, the girl was still busy digesting Alif's words just now. And a second later ...

"MAS ALIF!!" his throat was furious, while Alif had run with all his might with a piercing laughter.

Seriate.