I Know Your Secret's

I'm Not Afraid

I glanced at the clock of my room wall showing at five in the afternoon. But my husband did not come home, even though the man was three hours outside while I had completed twelve pieces of statement paper.

"fyuuuh rest first." I said as I stretched my muscles, I walked slowly towards the balcony of my room while enjoying the breeze that hit my face.

I twisted the tip of my hair while thinking of something, I should have closed my aura. I was still worried and walked into the room. I walked into my closet and took a box inside. I opened the box and it contained some hijabs that I had bought secretly online.

I do love the instant pasmina hijab style that I bought right now. With all consideration I finally decided to try wearing it. I put on the hijab child and started wearing the pasmina hijab. I was so amazed at myself being so beautiful while wearing that hijab, without me noticing I was shedding tears looking at myself in front of the mirror.

"it turns out I'm pretty too wearing this headscarf." I said happily, I glanced at the sleeping pants I was wearing right now, quickly I took my skirt and put it on, "nice." I cried while turning my body.

"uh?" I was surprised when I found Zayyan already standing while leaning on the door of the room. I don't know when that guy was there.

"bang? when are you coming home?" my question went straight to him, of course my purpose was to run towards him not to miss the man but the bag the man was holding. I quickly snatched the bag from Zayyan, and sat on the bed.

Zayyan remained silent and walked up to me, he cupped my face and kissed my lips softly. "you are so beautiful." she said making my cheeks blush. He chuckled softly as he pinched my nose.

"well if the gini is beautiful, I'm more like it." said Zayyan again make me back more blushing. I shook his hand off my face, "don't praise me any longer" I said nervously. In fact, in my heart I was very pleased with the compliment.

Zayyan grew increasingly anxious to see me, making the man sit in front of me while looking at me fixedly.

"don't look at me like that bang!" I turned my face away from him. Not wanting to be seen, I quickly unwrapped my martabak and ate it quickly.

"woo slowly ate, I never ate a year" he said looking at me while shaking his head.

"hurray, I'm hungry again. You've been buying this for a long time, brother," I cried while eating my favorite martabak. Zayyan just silently listened to all my chatter.

"you want a bang?" I asked when I realized that only I had eaten the hammer. Zayyan nodded and picked up the piece of martabak that I had just bitten, and he ate it without the slightest disgust.

I was dumbfounded at him, Zayyan looked at me confused, "why?" tanyakanya.

"you're not disgusted to eat my former bang?" askaku.

"wickedish men? you're my wife, we've also kissed, but I'm disgusted with my own wife??" the frontal rant gave me goosebumps.

"astaga, frontal once you talk bang!" my grunts directly hit Zayyan's arm. Zayyan went straight to sleep on my lap without my permission.

"hey bang!!" my protest as the man sleeps on my lap, the man just sticks around indifferently and closes his eyes slowly.

"you're prettier wearing Sha's hijab" she said, still closing her eyes, I glanced at her with a faint smile. "seriously nih? I smell the smell of modesty here."

"heh, the base of the ungodly wife. Instead of being happy to be praised, it was suspicious." his grunts stared intently at me.

"yes, I'm happy to be praised dear. Canda doang really, do not have to enter the heart yaa." said I calm my husband while stroking his hair.

"how ready was it?" zayyan asked suddenly made my good mood suddenly bad.

"twelve." I'm lazy. Zayyan chuckled softly, "come on again."

"cheer, have fun when you're happy over people's suffering." I grumbled again.

"yes it's a pleasure, when again will you prank a Dasha who is said to be popular in the campus."

"hey bang! I'm the underline... I'm not as popular as people say. I don't like to say that."

"masa? those damn men are praising you." when Zayyan made my forehead shrivel.

"the men? who?" manya curious.

"you don't need to know, or you'll get smitten."

"i'm married to you, bang. Why am I so close to men like that??"

"manor." The ketusnya again makes me anxious pinch his cheek, "when did they say it was like a bang? what did they say? I'm pretty, huh??" I said with pride. Zayyang sniffed angrily at me, "cih, they said you were ugly, so don't expect you to approach them."

"buahaha, if I'm ugly why would you marry me bang?" my question is to get Zayyan from a corner. Now I understand the direction of the conversation Zayyan said.

"like me" he said again.

"yes, it means I also like dong, if they are close to me. Geez, it must be exciting around handsome men. Isn't it bang?"

"when you say woi, you're my wife. Don't you dare play with fire in the back." threatened Zayyan.

I chuckled softly, "yes.iyaa, why would I cheat if my husband is so handsome. It's stupid that his name is all right." I said slowly making the man give his thumbs up at me, "good." he said excitedly and then closed his eyes again.

"hey bang! where the hell were you going? how long ago did he come home?" ask me when I recall the question when the man came

"play cafe" he said briefly.

"nj***r is not allowed. Woi bang, I want to play cafe too!!!" my protest won't take. When I grumbled while writing a statement, my husband even fun to play diwarnet.

"wow bad people! no rhyming!!" my grunts beat her cheeks slowly.

"pity? there are a lot of guys. I won't let you go there." he said.

"regular ajalooh, when I was a child I often played there until magrib." I cried again.

"it was childhood, now you're big. Mending at home." said Zayyan then woke up from his bed.

"ish, you're so excited to play out!!" grumbling again.

"ish don't act like a kid!" grumble Zayyan again.

"huhlah." I said with my face bent, then went to step out of the room while removing my hijab again.

I heard faint sounds from the living room, it seems that my house is now the arrival of guests. I quietly slipped away into the kitchen picking up some canned drinks.

"what are you doing?" mother asked caught me sneaking around, I grinned slowly while scratching my nape not itchy. "hehehe no Ma'am."

"help mom!" said Mom immediately gave me a tray containing food and small snacks. I was tempted by the smell of cookies made by my mother.

"eittts, don't eat it for guests." prevent me from making me sigh for a moment, "then where's my Mom?" I was staring at the dinner table, but there was no one up there.

"lah, Zayyan said you messan martabak. So, mom is no rest for you, son." said Mom immediately brought a tray containing drinks to under the guests. I again sighed softly, following my mother from behind.

"this is the drink." said Mother, as she offered the drink to the guests, I followed her from behind and placed some cookies on the table.

Goodbye cookies. lirihku staring nilar cookies that arouse the appetite.

"uh? you?" shouting someone makes my attention diverted to the person. I was shocked to see the girl smiling at me.

"hai Dasha." he said, while I just nodded slowly.

Eh? how could he be here? why is he here? shit, Zayyan can't come down.

"Azela, do you know Dasha?" mother asked and was answered by Azela.

"yes Aunt, she's my friend. Although we are different majors I know him very well." said Azalea confidently.

"Dasha, why be quiet? ayoo invite your friend to chat affectionately." said Mother, Azela immediately stood up, "yes too yes, if Dasha I want to chat with you." asked Azela to pull my hand. I clucked softly and followed him on his way to the back garden.

Until finally we were both in the park, then Azela showed her real face. "cih, I didn't think we met here." ketus Azela looked at me hatefully.

"what do you want?" ask me to do point. Indeed, I don't like pleasantries with him, and want to get out of here right away.

"keep away from Zayyan, or you're the one who's affected!!" he threatened her and wagged his hair running haughtily back into the house.

"blablabla, I don't care and I'm not at all afraid of your threats Azela!!" I growled while clenching my hands tightly.

Are you ready for Zayyan? I will prove that only I am worthy beside him.