I HAD TO MARRY MY BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER 66

"That's really evil that's the guy who rolls elo until you enter RS kek gini Len." Siska chirped with her fury.

"Yes, I'm so surprised since elo married kok life trials elo alternating anyway Len. From your husband who was shot to coma, now it's even your turn to go to the hospital for being kidnapped." This time even Suswanto chattered at length to laugh.

"His name is also alive, especially in the household the test is heavy and long-lasting. But if we are patient and keep trusting God's insha the great reward we will achieve." Vera sok sage.

"Yes ukhti." Guyonan Handy's.

"Remember ustadzah Vera." Now Siska chimed in with jokes.

"Aamiin.." Back Vera made a sound confirming Handy and Siska's words just now to her.

"Cie-cie would-be wife ustadz ne si Vera." I also became a follow-up chiming with ridicule cie-cie at the end of my ruckus.

"Aamiin.." Back Vera assures.

Very passionate ne child, keknya knock me at that time was actually a strong enough hope ne child. To be the wife of ustadz. Not wrong, I thought.

In this VVIP hospital room that I am currently living in, I am being crowded by my friends and friends. How not many of you know that they have 4 men and 5 women, including Vera.

They are indeed my best friends who are always supportive and encouraging like now, before they also visit me when sick due to the theft experienced by the husband.

While the husband is out, maybe he deliberately gave time for me with all my friends who are coming to visit. For 2 days the same day I was treated at this Hospital, as long as the trus accompanied and took care of me. This is not much different than before that he has been doing as well all along. Always take care of me and take care of me if I get sick.

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3 Days I have been treated at the hospital and I have returned to my usual activities, namely college and I have returned to live with the husband in his apartment, but he said the time in this apartment Hospital was my apartment. Because since we've been married the husband has made this apartment in my name.

"You're not going back to Surabaya?" I asked while we were eating our dinner in our apartment.

I will still call this apartment as our apartment. Because that's what's more worthy of my race. Although this apartment is already mine for the gift of the husband.

"No dear." Answer by continuing to chew his food.

"It is not still out of Mas's business there, especially the case that Mas handled. Are they clients not protesting or maybe suing the same?" I was afraid if because the husband forced himself to come to Jakarta to save me, while he had to face a new problem that could be fatal after saving me.

Obviously I don't want to, pity my husband is always in the veil of trouble and danger. I became so sorry for my selfishness a few months ago, because of that thieving incident.

"It's quiet insha Allah is safe, the case has been diverted to Mas friends who are not far competent and much better than Mas." Exclaimed the husband with a faint smile at me.

His smile was minimal and a thin line on his lips, but it made me slip. I'm sure it's not just me as her only wife who feels that way, but the other women out there will be as angry as I am.

Even his cold and flat attitude is the uniqueness and most charming attraction to this husband, in addition to his visuals that are perfect for an adult man.

"Eh tumben do not call myself me, now even use the name Mas." Look at me with a nosy smile.

The husband smiled again but this time he showed a row of teeth arranged neatly and clean white.

"Let's not be too formal and stiff every once in a while." Said.

Yes, I also think, before I had time to think and want to say to the husband. So that he may not use my word again, if he speaks to me. Because it's true that the name is too formal and stiff to hear in my ears.

"Mas hasn't eaten his wife's own cooking in a long time. Your cooking is always good and fits on your tongue." He still returned to eating his food.

"The hell Mas, even though Lena is just plain cooking." My cetus.

"Yes, honey. We've lived almost 3 months apart and only now are we back together." Yes, I just realized that.

This time I only put it mixed capcay and chicken ampella and plain flour fried tempeh. The husband continues to eat my cooking, without impaling me again.

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I felt a pair of hands infiltrate from behind my body, then coiled around my flat stomach and warm gusts approaching the niche of my neck. I already know who this is, from the smell I can guess without looking.

"Darling.." Exclaimed the husband gently and softly by inhaling the niche of my neck, really his breath that hit the skin of my neck and his lips that stick there makes me tickle creeps.

"Mas ngapaen anyway, the cake is amused tau." Ketusku, come the husband instead ignore my protection and continue sniffing the niche of my neck.

"Darling..? Can you do love worship again with your beloved wife?" He asked to the point.

I didn't answer immediately I was silent while thinking. Actually before he said his intention, I had a little ngeh and was worried with ngelagat om husband at this time.

I bow my head still with the position of the husband who called me from behind on our bed. "Mas Lena's scared." My words were alarmed, both my beads twitched. "To be exact, Lena is still afraid of Mas for us me.to do i. that." Imbuhku again with a stammering tone at the end of my sentence just now.

The husband turned my body to face him, now our body position is facing. However, I still continued to look down unwillingly at him. Because of misgivings with mixed feelings and thoughts is not good in addition to confusion.

My chin is lifted gently by my husband's index finger, now our eyes meet and lock on each other. "Mas will do it with gentleness and care, will never hurt you again dear. I'm not under the influence of that weird drug anymore." He softly tried to convince me.

Silence without sound for a few minutes and we just dive into each other's beads in front of each of us. Then the husband kissed my forehead a long time ago and then he said. "We're just sleeping." The husband now takes me into his arms.

We hugged each other, my face leaning against the husband's chest. This is one of the most comfortable places of the body that I've always liked.

"Not angry with Lena?" I asked to try to look, but it felt without question there must be a sense of disappointment in the heart of the husband om a little to me because of my subtle rejection.

"Why, Mas should be angry at this beloved wife of Mas?" She replied in a soft tone, as she continued to caress my hair.

"Yes usually the husband can be angry if his desire even his desire to his wife is not channeled." Ih I am stupid or how the hell already know the answer more or less, but still asked again.

"Yes if the reason is not clear maybe the husband will be angry. However, this is clearly the reason the wife refused because she was not ready for the effects of an incident. Insha Allah Mas Ridho, and will wait until Mas's wife is ready and not afraid anymore." He spoke softly without the slightest disappointed tone heard from each of his words.

I put my head to look at him, his stern face that no look of disappointment implied there. But I'm sure the husband will suppress as much as possible his lust. Moreover, we have not done it nearly 3 months since the shooting incident.

I was not really ready for love worship or lovemaking, even with my own legitimate husband. That fear and trauma is still a little bit there and stored in me.

"Sorry Alena, huh?" Now I bow my head back.

There is no answer for a few seconds, if the husband is actually angry so he does not want to talk to me again. I put my head back towards his face, uh it turns out he has closed both eyes aka sleep.

Even now the fine snoring is starting to sound, and it indicates that the husband really has begun to fall asleep into the dream realm.

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No time passed, the days changed and the months changed now I just finished the final day exam in my 7th semester final exam. My script has also advanced the chapter even though there are still several chapters as early chapters. Soon I will enter semester 8 aka the final semester, after the 7th semester break will be completed which is approximately 2 weeks long.

However, obviously this semester holiday can not be used to play around or relax. Because I had to take the time to compose my script until it was completed and each chapter in the acc, while continuing to study and follow the final semester. Only then can follow the green table thesis trial and be declared a pass. Then continue to wait for the graduation time until finally at graduation.

"Where is the last day's exam going?" Ask the husband with the focus of his gaze pointing forward while driving the car.

This time the husband drove and picked me up by using his car back, after being as light as ever using his motor sport. I have no problem with using a car or motorcycle, as long as it is picked up.

Why do I feel more and more and more and always want to be close to the husband. But I don't want to go back to having that intimate relationship with him, because the feeling of terauma and fear is really still there even though it's not too severe.

The husband also since the incident he again asked for his rights, but I was not ready for fear and still truama. So since then also the husband until this moment has never again asked or invited me to do a couple relationship again.

I nodded while saying. "Alhamdulillah smoothly Mas, hopefully the results are also good." Obtained him.

"Insha Allah Mas sure the result must be good, as before." Keep focusing on driving.

"Aamiin's." I guarantee.

"You want to go home or take a walk?" Ask the husband Om, for a moment he turned to me and then returned his gaze to the front.

I thought for a moment while looking forward, and now turned to glance at the watch on my right wrist. Now the time shows at 15:10 wib.

"Home home, Lena hasn't cooked for dinner yet." My breakup in the end.

"You're like a tough guy, honey. Eating out occasionally is also not a problem, for me you are not obliged to cook every day. There is a time for a wife to be able to occasionally eat out or even deliver." Excited the husband while his hand stroked my head gently.

"Yes, but I'm still going for a walk this afternoon. Just gonna lay down for a moment at home." I glanced at him with my sweet smile.

"Then we'll be together, baby." Suddenly the husband teased me with a wink in his eye.

"That's so weird right now Mas now, use a wink to all eyes to Lena." My cetus while looking at her and reddening my lips pretentiously annoyed.

"Ganjen same wife itself is halal dear, even mandatory. Than ntar Mas ganjen with other women are willing?" Her impression actually upset me while glaring at her, and she looked at me for a moment as I glared at her.

"Yes, don't dong Mas, just be careful if Mas odd with other women." Sewotku upset.

"Insha Allah Mas will not be surprised other than this beautiful wife Mas." This time the husband even plucked my chin at a glance while giving a deadly smile, which anyone women see it must be melted because of the smile.

Yes, although it is rare to smile but yes once smile even a thin smile or a small line of his sexy lips. It will certainly make me and other women who see it fascinated.

"Udah enter bada ashar we stop by the mosque first yes dear, pray congregation there first and then we go back to the apartment." He said for a moment he saw an expensive object and branded it coiled on his left wrist.

I reflexively nodded while meeting. "Yes, it's."

Before long the om turned the steering wheel of his car towards the road that I feel the direction where there is a mosque there.

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"Honey let's wake up already in bada maghrib, let's wake up baby." His words sounded longer while one of the burly hands still felt touching the skin of my cheek.

I squirmed as I slowly opened my eyelids and plastered right and near the handsome face in front of my face. "What time is it?" I asked with a typical sound of waking up.

"It's 17:34, baby, let's get up and take a quick shower, Maghrib." Now that handsome face is retreating from before my face.

I also positioned my body to be sitting, again these eyes are fixed on the husband. Now I just realized it turns out the om wearing a towel wrapped around his waist to his knees and the upper part of his body bare chest while rubbing his head hair with a small towel in both hands.

"Mas want to go to the mosque, do you pray Maghrib as usual there?" Ask me and try to get up from my seat earlier on the bed, go to the closet to take the clothes of the husband to pray to the mosque.

I opened the closet and dug into it, took what I was going to take. Then put it on our bed. "This is the dress." I told the husband.

"Dear, thank you." He said softly as he began to wear his clothes, without any shame or discomfort here with me.

The husband is already not uncomfortable let alone embarrassed to advance it, but indeed when wearing his CD he did not take off the towel wrapped around his waist until finished wearing his trousers or shorts.

I looked at her face and hair like something was different this time, I thought. "Well, is it a haircut?" I squinted my eyes at her head and hair.

The husband who was buttoning his cocktail shirt turned to me with a smile that I always liked, then nodded slowly.

"When did I cut her hair?" Kepoku.

"So while you're sleeping, Mas stay you to the salon Mas subscription for a short haircut." I immediately rushed towards him scrambling his hair.

"Ih kok short gini si Mas, but this suer cool make Mas look more kece and younger." I was so excited to mingle my short new hair.

The one in unyel-unyel hair even smiled sweetly to make me even more wizened. I pinched both cheeks gemess once huh Alloh.

"My husband is really nervous and getting more and more stormy." Beoku with a voice I made alay or rather like a child's voice.

"Then go first to the mosque." He said, as he began to pass towards the door of our room.

"Wudhu has not?" I asked, because I had a chance to hold her cheek.

"Yes this Mas want to wudhu in the bathroom near the kitchen, just left for the mosque." He said when he was in the doorway.

I got a beard and said. "Be careful, my mother." He answered with a chuckle and closed the door and was not seen from my sight.

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Satnight this time my husband and I were invited back to his father's house Vera for Abraham's family dinner. However, before evening came this afternoon my husband and I will go to the cinema in one of the malls in this city.

"Why don't you take a shower and get changed?" My protest when we were already in the car that was driven by the husband.

"Then I said we were late, the movie was playing darling." Keep focused forward.

My mouth is a lot of lack of acceptance with this situation. Because the husband is still wearing a costume that is fairly formal inversely proportional to the costume I wear today.

"Why are so many people so dear?" The husband looked at me at a glance, then refocused his gaze forward. "What do you want to kiss." Goda.

His lips smiled unnaturally, I really became misbehaved to see and hear the temptation earlier. He looked back at me for a moment.

"What the heck is Mas lama Mas kok his speech odd." My sewot covered up my misbehavior.

"Keganjenan Mas is just the same you love, wife mas." The impact again, refocus driving.

I went back to my head while facing and staring at the window next to my seat. Still a bit upset because of the hell out of our costumes tambrak run. The husband was discharged from the meeting of his important client, so the husband wears a black shirt stelan which he now rolls his shirt sleeves up to the elbow.

As well as silver trousers that are also black and fantofel shoes that are also similar in color. Even though he was without wearing a suit and tie anyway, still the same I did not fit cake. Because I was wearing a rather wide shirt that I put part of my span skirt that was limited to the knee.

But the skirt is not tight but rather loose with sports shoes and carrying a small sling bag. The impression is that our appearance is not balanced, even though the husband is always handsome and charming. Especially now that his haircut actually makes him face fresher and younger.

I was told to wait directly below so that the husband arrived, so that I could go straight into the car and immediately to our destination.

We have now arrived at the Mall and entered it, after the husband's car was parked properly and well in the car park area.

However, honestly this is what sometimes makes me uncomfortable for those who always look carefully amazed at this om om the next to me, who is none other than my own husband. It's hard to have a super handsome husband, even though it's cute and always cold-faced. In fact, that adds to the women more fascinated and amazed at the om om om next to me.

"But, dear Mas buy popcorn as soft drink first. You just wait here or you want to go with Mas buy it there." Show the om with his chin at a glance.

I'm shaking. "Lena wait here for me." Without saying any more, the husband immediately stepped towards the place where the popcorn seller.

About tickets to watch the cinema as usual the husband has ordered and bought it via online.

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"You go first to the parking lot and suddenly Lena goes to the toilet, wants to pee hehe." My speech ended with a cry because it felt bad even though it was willing to arrive at the parking lot, uh even just felt like peeing.

"Yes be careful." I nodded with a smile then turned my heels back inside the Mall, towards the toilet inside there.

"Alvians." Call someone from across the door from the wheel of Andra, knocking on the window.

Andra who turned her head because of the knocking sound immediately glared in shock, looking at that someone. The woman opened Andra's car door.

"Vian, what are you doing here?" The woman got into the car without question and without shame, and then immediately sat down at the wheel of Andra.

"Why did you come in here, Ken?" Said Andra coldly with her sharp eagle gaze.

Niken's eyes continued to gaze at Andra without blinking and full of adoring gazes. "You're getting more handsome, Vian, so why are you so quick to go back to Jakarta?" Tell that woman.

But Andra ignored him and now Andra opened the door to the wheel, and then came out of it in a fit of annoyance.

"Mas, let's go to Vera's house immediately." I patted her on the shoulder after I got back from the toilet.

The om stuck up for a moment and turned to me with a flat expression. "Ah yes, dear." His word.

The sound of the car door next to the steering wheel opened and I began to see the appearance of a girl with after her dress, her fashionable shoes and smooth thighs began to appear out of the car.

I'm a little surprised why there's a Niken mom in the car? What was it before when I hadn't returned from the toilet they were alone in there? I want to feel like I'm not thinking or jealous because I know they're friends.

But it is also strange if there is a married man alone in the car with other women, even if it is his friend. They are not mahram, the husband can only do me when with Om Davin at that time.

I also accidentally met a guy. But now he was alone together earlier with mbak Niken who is not his mahram. Really sucks back this om. I try not to show this annoyance in front of them.

"Hi Alena how are you?" Say hello to Niken with his smile, I admit this woman is indeed beautiful and perfect compared to me.

"Healthy mbak." I answered briefly with a forced smile.

"Have you eaten in there?" Tanya mbak Niken glanced towards the rear entrance of this Mall.

"We're watching." The voice of the husband chimed.

Seen the eyes mbak Niken a little slanted to hear the husband's confession, then he made it normal again while ber 'O' ria while mangosteen.

"Let's go, baby." Tell the husband by opening the door next to his wheel for me.

I also entered with the palm of the husband's hand floating above my head, a safety so that my head does not hit the top of this honda civicnya car.

"Where are you going?" Excited mbak Niken a little scream with a mimic that I can not interpret.

After that the husband closed the door, then turned the car and opened the steering door and entered it. Regardless of Niken. When the car has started to go, it will leave this area.

At a glance I saw from the corner of my eyes that slightly steal a glance, mbak Niken exhaled rough while grumbling. However, no matter what he grumbled I clearly did not hear him again who was already in the car.

"Mbak Niken why did you get to be there and sit here?" I asked while looking at him who was focused on driving.

"Don't know it was suddenly Niken appeared and just went in, and when he went in Mas just went out." The answer is, stay focused.

"Thus?" Telisiku still not sure, while these eyes can not be separated to look at the husband who clearly still remains focused driving.

Now the husband looks at me, we meet. "Yes." His reply firmly still looked at me, then immediately looked back to the front.

Why am I still not satisfied with the answer the husband I heard and I saw earlier in the manic direction, it feels that it is true. "Duh I don't be a jealous wife is not clear dong." The sentence was thrown in my heart, while shaking my head.

I also focused on my head and stared at the window next to me.

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