I Hold Asa And Love In Prayer

The Household Drama

Mentari had already inched westward when Risda got off the public transport he was riding. The transport stopped about a hundred meters from his house. With quick steps Risda walked through the alley of his house, greeting some neighbors who began to be known by him.

While back there, a white car still follows a considerable distance. Keep an eye on the woman who stepped steadily until she arrived at a simple house that looks neat and clean.

A motorbike had been parked in the courtyard of the house, and not long ago came out a handsome man who welcomed with a smile the arrival of his wife. Harsa was still observing, there were many thoughts raging in his head. The visible interaction of a couple is not a lie.

Where Risda who greeted the husband, kissed the back of the hand and in reply a kiss on the forehead and a hug from the man. Harsa could only sigh, but seeing the house occupied by the woman of his dreams was really very sad. He could repeatedly wake up a luxurious house for the woman.

'' Are you happy Ris?,'' murmured exclaimed Harsa before finally moving from where she stopped.

While in the house, the woman who doubted her happiness was still lulled spoiled in the arms of the husband.

'' I'm sorry bang, Risda is late coming home, has been a long time?,'' asked Risda, Nuril smiled as she gently rubbed the head of the wife who was still covered in hijab.

'' Nothing, baby, not too long. How has the place been?, ''' Nuril replied while staring at the innocent face of the wife.

''There was a place earlier. He said Lisna fit me anyway, Risda explained, Nuril smiled with a look that could not be separated from the face of his wife ayu.

'' Brother ih, ngeliatin Risda it is, '' said Risda with pouting lips that make the husband lying. And pulled his wife's body in his arms.

'' Abang kangen brother's wife, '' said Nuril made Risda who was leaning on the man's chest smile.

'' Angkal brother,'' said Risda who was still comfortable in the chest of the field. Nuril shrinks his wife's head in love.

'' Kok gombal anyway, dengerin deh heartbeat brother,'' continued Nuril who was rewarded with a spoiled blow on his chest.

'' Kok adek not delivered the same temennya ?,'' asked Nuril who did not see the wife's friend who had met him several times.

'' There is still an event he said, so I did not, '' answered Risda, Nuril took off his embrace. Holding his wife's shoulders and staring at a face that he never had any boss to look at.

'' Adek already prayed?,'' asked Nuril who made the wife smile and shook her head.

'' Not yet bang, '' said Risda, The husband rubbed the clean white cheeks gently.

Risda passed from before Nuril, the man stuffed his two palms into the pocket of his shorts. Staring at his wife's departure with a long breath. Nuril went to the terrace of the house. He looked across the street where he saw a car stop just after his wife arrived.

At first glance he saw the figure of the man in the car. Could it be that Risda came home to be delivered by the man?, a glimpse of the thought came to his mind. A moment later, he was tepis. He believed in his wife. He could not doubt the honesty of his women.

Throwing away all the bad thoughts entrenched in her head, Nuril walked towards the side of the house. Seeing the plants there, he took a hose that he used to water the vegetables he planted.

'' The king of this Nuril mas, the dream ghost indeed, '' said a middle-aged mother who walked through a small road beside Nuril's house.

'' Mom could have, where are you?, ''' said Nuril with a smile to decorate her lips signify the hospitality that the man has.

'' Want to go to the shop, really you know mas mantu dreaman. If you are not married, the mother will marry the mother's child. The child of the mother midwife you know, said the woman who actually now stopped near Nuril. The man just chuckled, not knowing what to say in response to the woman he did not know too well.

'' Mas nya it was handsome, craftsman, independent again. Tau it used to be mother introduced the mother's son, '' the woman is still talking to her floor.

'' Mother's child is a midwife who wants to be with me ma'am, I'm just a coolie. Mother's children must be looking for a matching one, said Nuril Menderemur, wanting to immediately end the unfaithful conversation.

'' Ah, my son is not picky origin and responsibility, said the mother again. Nuril began to feel faint, he turned his face and found the wife who stood looking at him sharply with her arms crossed in the chest. Nuril grimaced at the expression on the wife's face.

'' Oh yes ma'am, I'll go inside first. Mother stopped by?,'' Nuril bargained for pleasantries.

'' Thank you, mother to the shop first, '' said the woman as she walked away. Nuril immediately rushed to the wife who was standing in the doorway next to the house.

'' Hm ', the dream ghost candidate. Tuh want to be married to a midwife, ketus Risda, Nuril only laughed lightly while embracing the wife's shoulder and took her into the house.

'' But his love brother is the same deck Risda beautiful matchless, '' said Nuril who was rewarded splash on the lips of the wife and flickering hands. But Nuril still embraces Risda and it is getting closer. Although several times his wife shook the husband's hand. Not losing his mind, Nuril raised his wife's body to make the woman scream while laughing.

He laid his wife on a mat located in the middle room. Nuril restrained Risda's body under her body. The two exchanged looks. Nuril stroked the hair of his wife who had stripped her headscarf off.

'' Brother love is equally adek, do not listen to the words of people who can stretch our relationship. I love you my wife, '' Nuril said in a whisper. Risda blushed with the husband's gaze so deep. The woman dared to put her hand on her husband's neck. Raised his body a little and gave a glimpse of his lips.

'' I love you too, husband, '' he replied, making a smile etched on the lips of the couple.