I HAD TO MARRY MY BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER 68

"What gift do you want, baby? After passing the thesis session later or all the prizes are united when graduation, later?" The husband asked and offered me.

"That must be so, use the gifts of all Mas?" My chirps.

"So don't want a present?" Said the om who was standing right next to me, glancing at me and then took a sip of canned soda in his right hand.

I thought for a moment while holding my head slowly, and the index finger of my left hand slapped my chin softly.

"What gifts do you want?" I was curious, I looked at him.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me God's insha to grant and manifest." He said with a smile on me.

We are now standing on the balcony railing of our apartment, this afternoon the weather is the same as yesterday - yesterday was sunny. We just got out of college, after I went to college.

I spread my shoulder to answer what the gift was, even though I had thought. In part it feels reluctant if you have to ask for gifts of all, must it be there is an idea and the offer of the husband himself is basically not my will to deliberately hope or ask for a gift.

There have been quite a number of valuable gifts both in terms of form and price from the beginning we got married to the present, I think. This handsome adult man is a fully responsible man even fairly loyal and quite romantic and considerate as a husband.

Even he was loyal and patient enough to face me all this time as his wife, he was firm and brave and was fairly sholeh. This guy is almost perfect in my personal opinion.

"Yes, there is no need to rush, baby, think slowly. Is there anything you'd like to get, but you haven't got." Her words were accompanied by her sweet thin smile.

Now he claps at me by pulling and embracing my side waist from our sideways position.

Then the husband whispered something next to my ear with his distinctive voice , his deep voice which also always makes me and the women fawning. "Mandi with yuk dear."

It felt like I was goosebumps disco heard him whispering with the sentence just now, plus his breath that was blowing into the skin of my ears and his smell was so tarnished.

Really the husband is getting better at teasing his wife, I thought deeply. I was stunned as he whispered so, then unexpectedly the husband is always beyond expectations.

Like now he even directly carried me bridal style, taking me directly to the bathroom in our room. Because the bathroom there is a larger and wider and available bathtub in it.

Previously the husband had expressed and realized this bath together. So taking a bath together this time is not the first time we do. The husband once said when we first took a shower together that one bathtub played each other water.

"Baking together especially in one container with our legitimate wife/husband is one way the Prophet builds harmony with his wife." That's what the om once told me.

And it is clear that having a bath with us as a married couple is definitely not just bathing and playing water, is not it? Surely you couples already know what will happen other than. Until finally it ends with a jud bath together, hehehe.

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It really doesn't feel right now I'm going to the campus to conduct my script trial. Honestly this is the day I'm going to be but it's also the day I'm afraid of. How I am not afraid, because definitely facing and undergoing a thesis green table trial is not an easy matter. Especially if to get an A , as I had hoped so far.

"Many thoughts and prayers in the heart, baby, and do not be nervous. Insha Allah all goes well with the best results." True said the husband I was nervous even very nervous , ahead of a few minutes more my thesis trial will begin.

Just waiting for my name to be called by the terrified lecturer. Next to my hand held tightly by my husband, he is currently beside me until he enters the room in front of us. Which is indeed the space bolted for the implementation of the green table thesis trial.

"Please help do'a Lena too." I stared at him who was also looking at me.

He nodded surely while speaking. "Yes dear, without you asking, Mas will always pray for his beloved wife Mas is the best." His words ended his best smile I have always liked, without taking his hand off my hand.

I also returned my husband's smile. "Thank you, my dear one." I wondered why this time I could say that word at the end of the sentence.

We looked at each other lovingly, and this gave me more encouragement than ever before.

"Salena Paramitha." Now it's my name's turn to call.

The husband squeezed tightly his fingers. "Remember reading basmalah before starting anything." The om gave a brief tip that he had given me before, after which he took off our grasp.

I nodded slowly then walked with a feeling of deg deg right towards the courtroom of the thesis green table. We are required to use black white slats and black women's pantofel/banner shoes as well, when going to conduct thesis sessions for students/i economics faculty.

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I came out of the thesis courtroom, feeling relieved. Being free from the trial was quite stressful for me. Although I can quite master and answer all the questions asked to me by every lecturer.

Thank goodness I was not in there too long and did not have to revise my script. Because said my guidance lecturer and some of my examiner lecturers, all are good and right arrangement and content.

I don't see the husband, where is he? I look for the celigak who is always handsome plenary.

"Where is the husband?" I murmured softly, leaning my back against the wall in a position still standing.

I'm gonna call him through the green app. But just remember if my flat object is in my bag that I just left to the husband. I decided to wait for him first here, now I bow my head looking down there which is clearly visible black women's shoes pansus I was wearing.

Suddenly the moment from the bottom of my face that was still looking down on the floor and my shoes, turned into a simple and beautiful flower bucket. I lifted my head forward to see who was giving the flower bucket to me.

Seen in front of me is now a handsome man with a suit that is in the same color with his trousers, a plain black shirt and folded collared behind in his suit. Who else if not the omnya my best friend who has been more than a year even almost to 2 years is officially my husband.

I fell in and said."Is this for Lena Mas?" Tanyaku is stale.

"What if you sincerely love this flower bucket for other women?" He turned around asking me a question I never expected, my reflexes glaring at him.

He's just a horse grin responding to my plot. Indeed, this handsome man always gave me unexpected surprises, which even made me melt and sometimes misbehave myself.

Immediately I took over the flower bucket from the husband's hand. Then try to inhale the aroma that is so soft. Inside there is also a card as a greeting to me, made in handwriting.

I was very signed exactly like the handwriting in my birthday gift memo at that time, the handwriting of the husband who is neat and looks beautiful writing.

"Thank you, my dear." I stared intently at him who was still standing before me.

"Everything dear." Her mouth while gently stroking the hair on the back of my head.

"How, is the trial smooth, dear?" The husband again asked.

I'm nodding. "Alhamdulillah smoothly Mas , although tetep make dag dig dug and still nervous a little when already inside." I shared the story briefly.

"Alhamdulillah then, just waiting for the execution of his graduation." Said the om.

Before I went home, I took a few pictures as a memento. Oya Vera, it's not the same as the script trial schedule as me. Because Vera had not finished all the chapters and only yesterday the Vera in the acc of his guidance lecturer to advance to the green table of the script.

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Today it felt like my body was all sore and lacking in spirit. Though I had a bath and soak the aroma of teraphi in the bathtub was up to almost 30 minutes more, to refresh and relax my body. Then lay on the bed until sleeping after I performed the dzuhur prayer service earlier.

Maybe this is also the effect of last night, because these few weeks almost every night I have to do bed worship with the husband. Even if that afternoon man who had my husband's title came home quickly, then he would be annoying me and mebopong me even though I was cooking in the kitchen.

Sometimes I get tired of watching tv in the room, so occasionally watch in the tv room that doubles the living room into one. It turns out that the husband has a passion that is really unexpected.

Lu the lyrics of the thing that was horrified across me precisely on the wall that was across the bed, the time has shown at 16:03. I decided to get up from this bed to go to the bathroom to get ready to pray ashar, because half the last century or so the ashar adhan has passed.

"Assalamu’alaikum. Moehs."

"Assalamu’alaikum. Moehs."

I just finished my ashar prayer dish, soon the husband usually comes home I plan to make a snack for me to treat to my handsome husband.

After releasing the mucus and arranging it neatly and putting it back into place, I rushed out of the room and headed for the kitchen. I walked slowly while removing my hair ties for me to tie back, because after removing the mucus earlier it felt my hair began to fit less.

Arriving in the kitchen I opened the refrigerator while I guess 2 there are any ingredients that you can make, I closed the refrigerator back to the kitchen set. Open some cabinets that are in the kitchen set area to see and check what ingredients are still there that I can manage to become a snack.

Last I decided to make purple yam balls filled with mozarila cheese and chocolate. Mumpung I still keep purple yam, the rest make purple yam pudding a few days ago.

First of all after being cleaned and cut into pieces sweet potatoes then steamed or boiled first, long steaming / boil approximately 30 minutes or until the sweet potato becomes mature and tender for sure.

Finally finished also snack krispy purple yam ball contents mozarila and chocolate.

"Assalamu’alaikum." The sound of a distinctive voice said hello to the kitchen.

I answered his greetings. "Getishalight." While still arranging the balls of krispy yam just finished I fried.

The sound of slow steps approached me. "What are you doing, baby?" Asking while hugging my body from behind, I was a little surprised but relaxed and continued to arrange snacks on a wide, beautiful leaf-shaped plate.

Suddenly the broad and stocky hand was siphoning one of the balls of the stuffing krispy yam, which was quite not hot anymore but rather warm.

For a few seconds the man behind me hugged me while his left hand stuck to my stomach, while his right hand held the snack together. "Nob." My lip reflexes silenced a happy smile.

"This is a snack what else is called Yank?" He asked while returning his right hand to pluck the purple yam balls krispy stuffing it.

"That's called krispy purple yam balls stuffing Mas." My answer is to arrange all the camila on a leaf-shaped plate.

"Mas' wife is a pinter making Mas' tongue sway." I elbowed her stomach feeling ambiguous with the wiggling tongue sentence she mentioned earlier.

"Auww, kok belly Mas followed anyway dear. What's wrong with me." Back the tall man behind me is picking up a snack that I have brought, I want to put it on the minimalist dining meka.

"The word Mas yag tongue swaying is ambiguous tau." My sewot, then began to step towards the dining table after the husband let go of his hug from me.

"And the one eating must be swaying the tongue dear." He said lightly and I had placed his snack on the dining table.

"Yei this is delicious or Mas laper, ampe keeps nyomot his snack." My chuckles.

"Both love." His grin was still chewing on the snack.

"Yes already Lena prepared the bath water Mas yes the same as Mas prayer equipment." Then I started to turn around and step into our room.

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"Mas Lena's going to Mama's house later?" Ask me when I prepare my breakfast.

Actually my head started to get dizzy or sick since dawn, but I could stand it. This breakfast plan I will take the usual medicine available in the medicine box at the corner of the kirchen set, there enough I provide some drugs that would be needed including P3K box available.

"Yes, baby." He glanced at me while sipping on the warm sweet tea I had prepared.

We are now facing each other at a dining table. My husband looked at my face. "Darling you look pale? Are you not well?" He looked around and his eyes could not be separated from my face.

"Ah the pale time anyway Mas, maybe because Lena hasn't had a bath time hehe." I replied while chuckling at the end of the sentence.

Suddenly the husband lifted his buttocks and bent forward towards me on the square dining table, then his arm landed and stuck to my forehead. "Not hot." He then pulled his hand from my forehead, then sat back down and ate his breakfast.

"Udah Mas Lena is okay."

"Yes you have rest just do not have to be busy cooking let alone beberes. Later Mas call the usual Tuti bu often clean here and cooking things later goodfood aja."

"Yes, just relax, Lena can order herself from Lena's device for lunch." I went back to eating my breakfast, even though it was a little tasteful this morning.

"Ok, later if Mas is not busy Mas will go home in the afternoon."

"Yes, but if Mas is still a job, it's okay. Lena is already big even has a thesis hearing loh, and has become a wife not children anymore who must continue to be guarded." I said smilingly looking at him.

"Yes, honey. I just don't want you to feel lonely when you're not feeling well. Because usually if you are sick it needs to be noticed more and accompanied, to quickly recover in addition to eating healthy and taking medicine alone."

After breakfast, the man will go to work. But before he actually left he helped me clean up our breakfast and wash it off. Without fear if the formal clothes are wet or dirty due to washing our former breakfast.

I tried to ban him and take over the task, but he refused and prevented it. Tell me to obey and just sit on the dining table chair.

"If there's anything, call Mas right away, honey." Strictly speaking, I kissed the back of his right hand before he stepped out the apartment door to go to his office.

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"Huueeekk...Huueeekk." I immediately ran to the bathroom in our room, while covering my mouth with my right hand.

I started spewing out something that felt like it wanted to get out of the deep cavity of my windpipe into the sink.

"Huueeekk..Hueekk.." Come out now something unpleasant to see and unpleasant to taste into this sink.

I raise the iron tap so that clean water comes out of the end or the lips of the iron tap. I washed my mouth with the running water with both hands.

"Huf..Looks like I catch a cold or my stomach acid starts to rise and recur? But I ate really well and I've been eating well and regularly." I murmured softly while looking at the mirror in front of me which showed my reflection there.

Afterwards I stepped lethargic out of the bathroom, now I will take myself to the kitchen. I was going to drink some warm water, but why did my head suddenly feel dizzy again. After breakfast, I took medicine and slept for almost 2 hours.

I slowly walked out of the room and into the kitchen. The husband obviously has not come home this is still fairly early in the morning, around 10 am.

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