Hugging Lover in Prayer

Small mini but I like it

The ripples of happiness never ended, Arabella looked at the wedding photos of Arjuna and Salwa with a smile that never ended. Added to Syailendra's video, this middle-aged beautiful grandmother is getting happier. He even offered a number of jewelry for Fateena.

"No, later if we find Arjuna we peek at them is not dangerous?. Although I was forced but by receiving the gift I officially conspired with you Mas."

"It's a diamond" that night Syailendra planned to play basketball on a court near the lake. He had already made an appointment with ustadz Wahab and two other friends, Fatur and Joe.

Fateena who does not want to stay alone at home gets an offer to come with him, because Fatur also brings a wife while Joe is still a bachelor.

"It's really pretty, if you don't want a necklace, just take a ring. It's not nice to refuse a gift from Grandma Ara."

Fateena's move stopped, Syailendra said there was a point"But Mas said it was a diamond, although only the ring must have cost fantastic."

Syailendra's big steps in an instant make their steps side by side, this man embraces Fateena's shoulders while pulling out a cell phone"If so choose a small diamond only. There are many small ones." Yes, actually Fateena is a woman who naturally likes jewelry like that, but the sense of knowing herself is greater than the sense of wanting to have. Then the choice fell on a ring with a small diamond on it.

"Why choose that one? the big dong like the one Grandma was wearing" so the message from Arabella as Fateena dropped the choice.

"They have chosen whose eyes are big."

"Select me again. Rather than Grandma Ara sulking" wobbly looking for Wahab and friends, ehhh why they have not come.

"I'm small, if I wear a ring with big eyes it feels weird. Isn't it too flashy anyway??."

"Not just his finger, the person is also small" evil mouth!! Syailendra is still confused looking for friends, Fateena's speech is answered spontaneously.

Next to the basketball court was a small park. Fateena looked at the wooden swing there, in order to prove that she was not small, she climbed on top of the swing even though she was limped.

Fateena ran a little but Syailendra was big enough to get to the front of the swing quickly.

"Down, fall later."

Because Fateena was already on the swing, their height looked different, now she was taller than her husband. This woman raised her chin with her eyes squinting at Syailendra"Oho, so this is how it feels when Mas looks at me, look at this little guy can also see Mas like Mas sees me."

Smiling smirk, clearly Enda mocked the behavior of the wife. No doubt for the sake of serving Fateena's behavior, Syailendra also rose to the top of the swing. Now they faced each other, Syailendra's hand held Fateena's body that almost fell.

Looking back at the husband's face, Shailendra stared at Fateena as Fateena looked at her, raised her chin with squeaking eyes"Even on the swing you're still cute."

Lose your mouth, Fateena nodded. With the help of Syailendra he can come down well from the top of the swing. Fateena's silence made her husband laugh but without a sound. Turns out the four-door refrigerator is very adorable if you are sulking.

Syailendra returned to the swing but in a sitting position, she pulled Fateena up to sit on her lap. Hais!! even his legs hang when sitting on the swing, if this is how he proved small.

"Kok quiet?." The swing starts to play slowly.

"Not shut up. I'm short, how else."

"Hihihi" laughed crisply. This is what he likes about Fareena, he is quick to acknowledge reality instead of wasting time looking for a lot of reasons.

"But I like it. I was willing to wait a long time for this beautiful little guy."

"O Allah, because of the wind that caresses his face, I am devastated. What is this ordeal of having a cute husband, just want to be angry is difficult" whispered Fateena's heart.

Eyes that look narrowed, Syailendra tau Fateena was smiling behind a face cloth cover.

"Especially if you are smiling, fortunately there is a face cover that if I can not diabetes."

"Cock diabetes?!" the movement of the swing stopped, Fateena down because it started to get dizzy.

"Our father Agam said we should be careful with sweet women, if he smiles it can cause heart rate disorders, shortness of breath, and more severe can cause diabetes because it is too sweet."

Fateena turned the eyeballs to the left, right, up and down, sweet-mouthed man, joga once combed!!.

"Assalamualaikum" apparently in the middle of the field there are Wahab, Fatur and Joe. Some time ago they silently watched the newness of this couple. Mey, Fatur's wife to pinch the husband's arm because of anxiety at their behavior.

"Waalaikumsalam" said Syailendra, Fateena responded slowly.

"When to play basketball if you keep making out there. Night hunt!!" exclaim Joe.

"Come on, have pity on this single guy" he added.

"Mistakenly not the effort to find a mate. In the soul mate even ran away from home" grasping Fateena fingers, Syailendra to the field.

"Bawel" said Joe.

There Fateena became acquainted with Mey, a beautiful woman with long, straight black and bushy hair. She has bangs that cover her forehead, bangs that are flat like horror dolls from Japan.

On the edge of the field they exchanged stories about the beginning of meeting with the husbands. They look appropriate until there is an exchange of mobile numbers. Mey told me that she was just a housewife with one daughter, but it was the innate daughter of the husband with his previous wife who was none other than Juwita. Yep! there is a unique story that bridges the friendship of Fatur and Wahab. Their story is in the novel Meet You Again, please stop by.

The little girl named Miya, when she was at Juwita's residence then Mey would be lonely at home. So for the sake of filling his free time he gardening small. From just a fad to a favorite, and until now Mey so like to plant flowers.

A spacious backyard, as well as a spacious front yard, Fateena did intend to fill the front yard with flowers, while the backyard with vegetables.

"Next time teach me to sow flowers."

"Maybe, but Juwita is more pro, her husband's agricultural scholar you know."

"How about you two teach me."

"Good idea. Honestly, I also want to learn from him, to understand more about growing vegetables" said Mey. They were both immersed in the chatter, while the men were looking for sweat in the field there.

To be continued...

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