I HAD TO MARRY MY BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER 53

You know that the more crazy the day, the crazier I will be. I try not to say that he is crazy even though my husband. It has been 2 weeks since we performed our first night ritual which is fairly late for one year of our wedding. It was also due to our silliness and to our egosiness.

And you know for almost 2 weeks when the om always ask for rations every night, I think he who has om om aged head 3 will not be so big. Because it is said to be old with age that has reached 34 years, uh in fact I was wrong. He was much more passionate than I was obviously young at 20.

Actually I also opiate about the om, but it does not have to be every night also times we do it. However, if it has been on the same pepet om I also can not refuse other than fear of sin, obviously every touch makes me float and rustle fiercely.

What he did starting from the first night was the first experience for me, my first kiss just happened and who got it was the om whom I have always nicknamed the creature nyebelin.

Honestly, I really like every touch and courage of my husband. Well there is something that you also do not know that the om ever suddenly came home carrying 2 pieces of paper bag size is quite large and the om gave it to me, you know what the contents are trying?

Surely you can already guess dong, yes it is very true that the contents are illegal clothes, or also often called official clothes or rather 'Lingering.'

You know the om buy and give me the illegal clothes that do not bear 10 stel at once. Inside 2 pieces of paper bag that is large enough, with various colors and various models.

What was in the mind of my husband was crazy to buy all those illegal clothes. Was he not ashamed when he bought all of it to the clothing store alone?

I think in the brain of the man my husband is already full of bawdry. I suddenly became confused and remembered the event.

Flashback On :

"This is what om?" When the om came home brought and handed 2 pieces of paper bag with a size large enough to me.

"Open up, baby." Ce'elah now it's a lakik already very demen call me by the name of all affection, although honestly I seneng anyway called so my old husband is but handsome plenary hehe.

I opened and checked the contents and took them out one by one. My eyes glanced at what I took out of the paper bag.

"Om this what? Pake a lot of everything, Om selling this?" I asked while mocking, with my eyes whizzing.

The one in katain even grinned the horse with his watados aka a sinless face.

Do you know what's in this paper bag? Especially if it is not Lingering the haram shirt aka special service clothes for the wife who said one of the tools that can nyenengin and make the beloved husband more passionate.

Passionate udelnya, without me wearing this illegal clothes aja ne lakik already passionate not kelulungan. If not, he ngasak me every night without stopping, etdah right.

"Of.." Pekikku strong.

"Heumm." Again with his character.

"What's this for?" My sewot with eyes back glared.

"To be used dear, time is simple so it's in the closet. Rubby dong." Etdah.

"Yes, make it how many times a day ampe should be this much anyway Om." Ne lakik did not know that his mother had once bought me this 3 stel ampe and until now I have not dared to wear it.

Cake fix mom same son equally crazy.

"Yes every time I tell dong Alena dear, if you can every night wear the clothes." After all, my eyes glared with the answer really ne lakik.

"Yes Lena can get cold every night Om if make that costume."

"And there's me who warms you later, eh wrong more precisely we warm each other." Yes Alloh since when is the om my husband can be this weird and this seomes.

I immediately brought the thin and nerawang cloths into the room after I put them back in the paper bag.

Off Flashback.

I've been done thinking with what thoughts and desires because it has been puberty so funny now.

You see, I once asked directly about how many times he dated, it turns out what Vera had said was true. If the om has never dated and even fell in love, he even said that I was his first love and would also be his last love.

And what makes me more surprised turns out the first kiss the om is me, it turns out the equation is clear. I became more and more convinced that I was really starting to fall in love with my husband.

Just wait until later I declare a reply from the statement of love om at that time, I deliberately buy time to answer his love statement over to my wishes only. Although the om does not bother when I will confess love to him.

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Drett....

Drett...

The wire I was holding shook as I just walked out of my classroom, immediately looking at the screen of who was sending the message. My feelings about my husband who else.

[I've been next to the gate as usual.] Fill in the message via the green logo application.

Immediately I stepped towards the gate by going down the stairs first, because my classroom was on the 3rd floor of this campus building.

I was looking for where the usual car. "So he said he was at the gate, but where?" Sewotku.

Tin..

Tin..

"What a noise is the motor." I'm still running around looking for where the car is.

Tin..

Tin..

Back the horn sound of the black sports bike that is not far from the position I stand now. Bodo amirr I just again tangent where my husband parked his car, after all the people paen horn-claxonin towards me.

I finally dialed the number of the om who was on my watch screen trying to reach him.

[ Assalammualaylora. Om where the hell is it? He said where it is now. ] I spoke ketus on in the sangkin om already sprained.

[ Wa'alaikum. Do not be angry dong dear, try your samperin riding a black motor sport that is not far from your current position.] The call was cut off unilaterally which was ended by the om side.

I put my salary into my bag then I turned to the direction where the motor sport that was meant by the om said was located. I squinted from my position of seeing and watching someone with a dark full face helmet or all pitch black.

Someone was wearing a white and black random jacket with the buttons of an open jacket. So it looks the inside of the plain white shirt that is combined with black trousers made of fabric and black spil on shoes and white bottom trim.

I also stepped a bit hesitant approaching the motor sport. Towards the front of the man who was on the motor sport alone. Now I was in front of the man who was on the motor sport with some distance.

"Crekks."

The full face helmet that was covered was lifted by the wearer. Looked at such a handsome face that was so familiar that looked at me. Who else if not the husband.

Seen he put a thin smile on me, I see also there is a bluetooth earphone next to his ear. It's only fitting that I didn't see him holding his gawai when calling me earlier, it turns out oh apparently.

I could only look at how he looked this time was so different and it fascinated me, it turned out that the surprise I got from my husband was unexpected.

"Ayokk ride now, will hunt late." I squinted my eyes back at his last sentence just now.

As if understanding the meaning of my mind, the om also spoke again. "We're going to go to the cinema now, let's go and get the movie started."

I reflexively went up to the iron horse that the om was riding and he put on his full face helmet again. Now I've been sitting right behind the om, it was hard to ride it too.

Good thing I wear white trousers with a long-sleeved baby blue shirt whose arms I roll origin slightly upwards. Even my long hair, I tied the splints originally a bit high this time.

"Strong grip, baby, I'm kind of speeding up. Ntar fell again berabe." I can only obey his orders.

I wrapped my hands around her waist holding her tightly from behind. After the om saw both hands had coiled in his stomach he began to turn on his motor sport and began to split the streets of Jakarta in this afternoon which is always dense creeping.

Bener-bener the om running this sport bike with maximum speed, to make me more and more huddle me from behind his body.

We pass through the streets of mice aka small streets like from the alley to the alley to avoid traffic jams and to be able to quickly get to the destination. We did not feel we had arrived at one of the malls in the city of Jakarta.

"Ayokk come down, baby." Excite the om while opening his full face helmet.

I was still pensive to instantly froze and began to descend, after which in continued the om who came down from this iron horse.

"Who is this motor sport?" I was wondering and curious.

You see, I don't have a motorbike just have a few cars.

"But Lena just saw." I paused my speech for a moment while glancing at the motor sport. "Om just bought this sports bike?" Guess I'm now glancing towards the om, looking around.

"It's an old motor. It's just rarely used unless used when going to the mosque from the apartment, so it's easier and faster to get to the mosque." Unmistakably.

"oo. But Om's tumben this time take the bike away like this?"

"You're romantic." The answer is beyond belief.

"It's so rich that it's romantic." My eyes while glancing at my tongue.

When he was about to step again the om paused for a moment while noticing the circular object on his left wrist.

"We pray maghrib first yuk to mushola mumpung still at 18:00, watch it later at 19:00." Excited the om.

"But haven't bought the ticket yet, Om?" My word.

"Light this afternoon I ordered and bought tickets to watch us as online." Again I did not suspect the answer, really I came here more and more presented unexpected surprises by this handsome man.

The om also walked back in followed by me to go to the mosque which is also one building with this mall.

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"What movie do you want to see?"

"Pipeline, he said you like movie acts. Pipeline movie action korea. I love Korean movies or drama.

"Do you know where?" Ask me again in surprise.

"Veras." I listened to his confession.

"Om just talking about Lena to Vera, huh?" Cecarku a bit sprained, paen also ne lakik use nanya-nanya all to the Vera would I be a bit embarrassed.

"It's just about your likes including the movie genre." It's om again.

"By watching this movie, that's it." Cecarku again, now we have been around the cinema area.

"It's romantic to go to the movies." He said again that makes me continue to not expect the om will be able to do this kind of thing.

"Ih om kek a teenager just use the show to watch the cinema." My ejek.

"And we're dating again, ngedate the story. Older than me, there are still many who like and want to watch together to watch the movie, our time can not." Deggs..

Yes, yes no om when puberty is late. But it's okay anyway I'm still young and have never also watched with a girlfriend to the cinema, all this time also never dating either.

After going out after marriage with my halal girlfriend. Turns out the om can be this fun, yes, without asking. It makes me fall in love more.

"Ntar yes I buy popcorn as well as drinks first." He stepped towards the place where the popcorn and drinks seller.

'Duh that's really the om who has been nyebelin not really, how can he be as sweet this.' My cry makes me wonder and happy.

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"The film is exciting and there are funny too, om it turns out, the actions are also good." Reveal it when we just came out of the theater room cinema in this mall.

"Heumm."

"Om eat yukk, laper nih Alena." I also pulled the arm of the om towards the restaurant or cafe in this mall.

"Om eat there yukk, will you?" I pointed to the front of the Korean BBQ restaurant.

"OK." I pulled back next to the arm of the om to enter the Korean BBQ restaurant, which was indeed from earlier I continued to hold the right arm of the om.

"Yachh's full of all his tables." My spoon.

"Yes have eaten another place this time tomorrow will be able to come again early or we can reserve first before we come here tomorrow. How's it?" He gave a solution.

"Yes, Om." I nodded with a smile towards the man.

We walked out of this Korean BBQ restaurant and headed to the usual cafe in this Mall. Tonight is exactly 21:00 wib, I am obviously hungry because I have not had dinner. It was just snacking on cold pepsi and popcorn while in the theater.

Arrive at the cafe, sit down and order food and drinks. I ate well and was more impressed in a hurry.

"I'm sorry because we watched you go hungry like this." Said the om on the sidelines of our dinner which was fairly late.

I looked towards the om who was sitting in front of me while chewing. "What's wrong."

"Next time we should eat first, again I'm sorry dear." There was a sense of regret and guilt from his apology again this time.

"It's okay, so we've eaten." The cry rang out then continued my meal that had not been stretched.

He still sat for a moment and continued to eat again. After eating and paying for it we will get out of this cafe to the parking lot.

The om suddenly clasped my hand we are now walking with each other holding hands up to the parking area of the motor park, already exactly teenagers who are kasmaran only or just dating hehe.

My heart is blossoming and my chest is pounding. Although it has done closer and further than just grasping hands. But still I still feel nervous and pounding, if it is close together this way both in public and when only the two of us are there.

When we were on the motor sport si om and the motorbike was traveling at a moderate speed, I hugged him tightly to feel a different sensation from riding this motor sport with my halal lover.

"Om, it turns out that om ever go to bed in the pesantren?" I raised the volume of my voice slightly to be heard by the husband.

The om replied with a nodding head movement from his full face helmet.

"But why the high school even om public school? Why not go back again?" I'm a little curious about the experience of the mole.

The om opened the full face helmet glass and said. "I used to think that if I went to school again, I would not be able to study at university by taking a faculty or law department. That's why I decided to graduate from boarding school just to go to public school."

I was bearded on the left shoulder side of the om from behind his body, actually fragrant clothes and body om really make me more comfortable if I was on his side. Especially a minute like this is the situation.

Suddenly the left hand of the om held tightly to my hand which was firmly in his stomach. It makes me nervous but also flowery.

"Cold, baby." Ask when we were on our way home.

"Not so, Om." My answer.

Suddenly the om somewhat marginalized the speed of his motor to the left side and stopped.

"How do you stop here?" I wondered after I flicked my hug out of his body.

I saw the om take off his jacket while turning half his body and saying. "Wear my jacket, baby." Masha God my husband is so making me melt like this.

"But how about it, it's thin on the shirt?" I glanced at the short-sleeved plain white T-shirt that the om was wearing, it was thin.

Without answering, he immediately draped his jacket on my shoulder without us getting off his iron horse.

"Wear it, I'm fine." Want to not want me to obey kamuan as well as his orders.

He re-strapped his body forward and turned his back to me, then revived his iron horse and advanced it at moderate speed. I hugged her again this time with a heart that was melting.

Actually said the motorbike ride makes romantic even very romantic. O Allah, this is the beauty of love especially with our halal lovers, said ustadz so berahala.

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