Half of My Husband's life

He's praying!

After playing while swimming, both father and son began to go up, letting the water down from their clothes, especially Andra who without changing her shirt immediately went swimming with Ara.

"They're done, brother." Nur glanced outwards.

Without talking again Hafizah immediately went to the swimming pool which was not more than ten meters from the middle room. Really having a new family with Andra is happiness, Nur said if he had forgotten to be grateful. Despite what made him jealous, love was already enthroned clearly in his heart in the name of Andra Syahreza, ruling a part of his heart after the name of Azzam which may be eternal.

"Ara still wants to play Dad." Ara's whining sounded while hugging Andra.

"Tomorrow sweetheart, it's noon. Ara must eat and rest." persuaded Andra to wipe the water on Ara's face.

"Ayaahh.." she's still whining.

"Here you go, take a shower first. Isn't there still tomorrow, after all the ducks won't go." persuaded Hafizah to tease his daughter. Seraya gave a small towel and greeted Aunt immediately take her to take a bath.

"Tomorrow I'll be home after lunch." Andra was a little screaming. His wet back was covered in a towel, his delicate hand that had let go of his embrace was now helping him wipe the water on his jaw.

"Dear." Andra grabbed Hafizah's slender waist, locking inside Andra's sturdy hand circle.

"There's Nur and Ningrum inside." slightly tried to let go of Andra's embrace.

"Leave it." Andra whispered so close that she stole a kiss on a pretty face that she didn't seem so angry.

"Yes..."

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll report next time anyone I meet. So that my wife won't be jealous."

"My mother got all wet." Hafizah pushed Andra's wide chest.

"Don't be angry anymore." Of course he won't let go.

"Mas!"

"I love you."

"Mas.." this time begging to be let go.

"Jawab first." Andra did not let go until Hafizah's clothes got wet to the part that touched the feet.

"What answer?"

"I love you." As if not caring about anyone Andra kept hugging him like she was longing.

"All right..."

"What?"

"Mas!"

"I love you."

"I love you too Mas, does my upset still not explain that I love you."

"I like it, but I'm very worried." Andra drowned that slender and refined body deeper.

While inside the house the two Hafizah sisters were looking and turned their faces away.

"They're halal." Ningrum laughs.

But Nur even lowered his head, considering that until the last day he was leaving, Ahmad still did not give news.

'Are you still thinking about Sister Fiza who is obviously so happy with her family?'

That afternoon passed by praying together, the three daughters of Kiyai who rarely together since Hafizah married were now seen so enjoying together until the afternoon.

"Dik, yesterday Ahmad gave the news, he wanted Brother to convey the news that tomorrow will leave for duty. In accordance with what Brother told Abi."

The three of them sitting in the side yard with Andra also sat a bit far apart while fiddling with the laptop he deliberately brought while waiting for Mingho to come.

"Come brother, I will go where God will meet me with my soul mate. Can only pray that I will be met with the best soul mate." answered Nur trying wisely to think.

"Did you give up, brother?"

"I don't know Brother, trying to save the feeling of not being too hopeful, isn't wishing to humans vulnerable to disappointment."

"Of course, be patient with your race, if the soul mate has spoken, then God will bring you both closer."

"But it seems like I'm the only one trying to get close, he's not."

There was a heavy sigh from Hafizah, he was confused as to how. If I could help my sister, then in what way? If he contacts Ahmad then it will damage his relationship with Andra. Of course she would not violate what her husband did not like.

"No!" the words sounded at the same time. Nur also Andra.

The three women turned to Andra who suddenly replied.

"Males who love a woman, will always try to get close and hear the news. Chasing and trying to get it. No matter how hard it is, he will keep trying, not even let it go without certainty."

"That's right." Nur answered Andra's words, a bitter smile also adorned her lips.

"If he just keeps quiet, you better stop thinking about it, before he himself asks you to stop thinking about him, it will be very painful." continued Andra again to three beautiful women with the same length hijab since earlier talking about Ahmad.

"Are you like that too?" tanya Ningrum wanted to know.

"Of course, I'm a man. I won't give up until I finally get your brother." Andra laughed this time, followed by a voiceless laughter from the three.

"A. assalamualaikum."

That nervous-sounding greeting made the four people turn their heads together.

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullaah."

"You're coming too." Andra asked him to sit with her.

Looking at the little girl who was sitting indifferently, Mingho tried to smile politely, greeting his two older brothers, seeking a little attention.

"Honey, this is the guy who texted me, ask him if the girl mentioned is really pretty?" Andra raised her eyebrows while staring intently at Mingho. He knew Mingho would not dare to dwell, moreover there was a younger brother who had long been in his pursuit.

"Aah, man,... I.that. He's nothing. Sorry Fiza, I'm just kidding." Mingho said nervously even more round eyes with a pitch black ball belonging to Ningrum staring straight at him.

"Your hero is outrageous. Just watch you repeat it, I make sure _"

"This is the project." Mingho immediately opened the file he was carrying.

"I'm not finished _"

"Can you just shut up?" half whispered Mingho clenched his teeth.

"You!"

"You can carry on tomorrow. I don't want my pride to fall in front of Ningrum."

Andra looked at her assistant's face, then glanced at Ningrum who looked unconcerned.

"Give it to me." annoyed Andra then busy reading the file.

Mingho moved from his seat.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry to go to the toilet for a minute" he replied without looking.

"Would we go home Dik, Abi would have been waiting." Nur asked Ningrum.

"Alright, I'll take the bag first Brother." Ningrum is coming in.

That slow step was a little dazed looking for the whereabouts of his bag. "Ah, maybe in the prayer room."

"Ningrum stepped towards the room that was deliberately designed like a musholla.

"God hu Akbar."

Ningrum stopped stepping hearing the sound of someone reading a short takbir.

"It's impossible if it's Mas Andra"

Curiously he took a few steps forward, looking at the wall and...

"He."

Ningrum stood almost leaning against the wall, listening only to the whispers of prayers and then stopped. It was like being hypnotized, he was really surprised that this annoying man for him was praying.

For a moment, then realized if the goal is to take his bag.

"Gee!"

Almost the two collided, either Mingho who prayed too fast, or Ningrum who was too long daydreaming.