I Love You My Sholeha Wife

Two Families Gathering Again

While Arkana after he saw Azalea re-entered his room, he decided to go into his room as well.

"it's not how Azalea is yet, we'll see if you can indeed survive or prefer to leave" Arkana murmured as she walked into her room.

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Azalea got up early as usual, sholad, taught and made breakfast. Finished making breakfast Azalea went to Arkana's room to wake her up.

"assalamualaikum Mas" said Azalea.

There seemed to be no answer from inside the room. Azalea again called until the third call, without any help from inside the room, the door of the room opened and a male figure appeared still with his pillow face.

"what's wrong?" arkana's question suddenly made Azalea startled.

"astagfirullah Mas, I was shocked" Azalea said in a shocked tone.

"owh you're shocked, well, then what do you want? and how many times do I have to warn you that don't you put your face in front of me, add to my hatred, or do you want me to hate you more? if that is what you want, wahh very steady" said Arkana without giving Azalea a chance to talk.

"before I apologize Mas, I only carry out my role as a wife, where if the husband neglects to worship the wife remember, wake the husband if bad luck, and prepare food and clothes husband" azalea said with courage.

"you are wrong Azalea, I don't even consider you a wife at all, but a wife" Arkana said.

Azalea was only silent at Arkana's remark, her heart was very sick, her husband himself considered her to be a real woman, not his wife.

"if indeed you want to clean this room please clean it, because briefly I will invite Lani to come to this apartment, and remember never you complain about this with mom and dad" arkana said to Azalea.

Azalea who heard it again felt tightness in her chest, "this should not happen, Mas Kana should know the limits" her inner self in heart.

"why silence? if you want to clean up please clean up, if not immediately go from before me, I'm really sick of seeing your face" Arkana said in a harsh tone.

"but Mas, Lani is not his muhrim Mas, Mas's great sin when Mas brought him into this house let alone into the room, astagfirullah" said Azalea advised Arkana.

Arkana who heard that was fed up and went straight back into her room and closed the door rudely even making Azalea shocked.

"astagfirullah" said Azalea while holding her chest.

Azalea decided to clean the apartment, sweeping, mopping and tidying up on some side of their apartment.

After all he cleaned, he rested on the living room sofa, suddenly he Arkana out of his room using his office clothes. Azalea greeted Arkana.

"Will not have breakfast first? I made Mas Kana breakfast toast with pineapple jam and Almond milk" Azalea said, smiling at Arkana.

While Arkana in his heart was confused, from where Azalea knew her favorite breakfast food, or maybe time at home her parents Azalea was told by Bik Ina.

Arkana was lazy to think about it again and walked out of the apartment regardless of Azalea who had been waiting for her response. Azalea did not give up until there when she saw Arkana almost riding in her car, Azalea ran small towards Arkana to kiss the back of her hands shaking hands, but when Azalea grabbed Arkana's hand, arkana hurriedly brushed it off.

"what the fuck? there is no shame in being a woman" Arkana said rudely to Azalea.

"excuse me Mas, I just want to greet Mas Kana before leaving for work, I'm Mas Kana's wife" Azalea said as she lowered her tears to not spill in front of Arkana.

Arkana went to the office and Azalea died in the parking lot of his car with a feeling that is difficult to interpret.

Azalea ran into her room and cried.

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The new month has come, soon the wedding reception Azalea and Arkana will be held in luxury at a famous hotel owned by the Herlambang family. Azalea's parents had gone to pick her up this morning at their residence in the village. Azalea and Arkana were forced to return to the residence of Mr. Herlambang to stay there until the reception was completed.

The two families gathered at Mr. Herlambang's residence, they were very happy, chatting and exchanging news.

Not long after, Arkana's car arrived at her parents' garage.

Ms. Raisa who really knows with the sound of the car was immediately more excited.

"our children have arrived" Ms Raisa told others.

Mr. Azwar and Ms. Vienna were a bit confused to hear it, because the children who were maxed out by Ms. Raisa had not yet appeared in this house.

Meanwhile, Ms. Raisa who saw the confused faces of the two married couples immediately said that she heard the sound of Arkana cars that were already familiar in her ears. Just finished Bu Raisa said so, there was already a greeting in front of the door with her distinctive soft voice.

"Assalamu'alaikum" hail Azalea.

everyone immediately looked towards the door and answered the greetings simultaneously.

"wa'alaikumsalam" they answered simultaneously.

Azalea and Arkana went in and shook the hands of their parents and in-laws, and Azam was the only brother of Azalea. They finally sat together to tell a story. Azalea only briefly joined to hear the stories of her parents, then she decided to go to the kitchen to accompany Bik Ina cooking for dinner, because he thought again there was an addition of family members in this house, Ina must be overwhelmed by cooking alone. Ms. Raisa also allowed her daughter-in-law to re-engage in the kitchen with the bik Ina.

"Bibik, Aza help yah" Azalea told Bik Ina.

"ehh nak Aza, is it okay nak Aza help, nak aza do not want to sit back with the family nak Aza who just came from the village?" ask Bik Ina to Azalea.

"can you still make a little while, again many family members, surely Bibik is overwhelmed, right cooking by himself? ask Azalea back.

"yes nak Aza" Bik Ina replied while chuckling.

"well then Aza help" said Azalea.

Bik Ina and Azalea also cook, they cook a lot of menus for dinner, not to forget also Azalea cook her husband's favorite food.

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