IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Thesis oh thesis

Having a husband who has graduated from college first turns out to be good too. In the midst of his busy work, he still took the time to help me in some ways. When my mind is deadlocked not wanting to work anymore, there is a husband who is ready to refresh the mind again.

Starting from helping to find reference books, helping to type, auditing, making refreshments, it is fun anyway to do the thesis accompanied by the husband.

Until one day, returning to the apartment with a sour face because of the time of the meeting the documents brought were wrong. The one in my briefcase is one of my reference books.

Actually feel guilty anyway, it happened definitely because he accompanied me stay up all night, so late morning wake up. And not focusing when preparing work equipment.

After the incident it turned out not to make Dian stop to help me. To that extent does his affection for me?

"dear, just rest. I can do it myself. Believe me, dewh, I can definitely finish it myself"

"no problem. I've brought you here, restricted you from college, sure you're bored every day at home. Got to think about twenty-four-hour thesis"

I tried to hold back the babbling, but he realized that he had already taken half of my freedom. I just cut my lips.

But it's okay, just think of it as a form of devotion a wife to her husband.

"no need to feel guilty that dewh, he said to be free to date at all times" I quipped.

Instantly, the faint aura of the room turned into heat. It seemed like my words had awakened the sleeping wolf.

The atmosphere that was still late afternoon turned pitch-black. With a swift hand flipping the curtains that are still towering. And one more hand hugged my waist tightly. As if I was afraid that I would run away. But it's clear that won't happen. Because he is my last escape.

That afternoon brought us pleasure. The pleasure that we managed to gulp down many times. I don't know why it felt like we were both opium. Like a medicine that nourishes the body soul, removes all wounds that ever existed. Wash the thirst of a love that has been held up for so long. I don't know what other words I'm describing, it feels like it's all gone. Only I kiss for the sake of the kiss now represents all tastes. Is this happy when you can be with her? I should never regret any pain that once occurred, if in the end it will bear fruit as sweet as this. "forgive me God, if ever ill-thought of Your destiny".

Since living in this apartment, time has become unclear to us. It could be waking up and sleeping at any time, even taking a midnight dip even if we have done. Either Dian or I are crazy, which we both want. "It's beautiful that halal courtship" I often said to Dian as well as to myself. I have no regrets, married young. Even if my world is taken for granted. Including the fans who stepped aside simultaneously, hihiihi.

My world is now completely distracted.

The world after the wedding is so beautiful that I often get protests from friends. "A busy night with the thesis, or a busy day at night with the husband?" siska protest.

They don't know yet, if I take twenty-four hours to study, study and study. Learning to be a new housewife, that is. Learn to cook, learn to make snacks, learn home grooming, learn gardening, learn...learn what else huh?

The point is "learn" that's it. Learning isn't about aj khan's school lessons?

"You shouldn't have to do it all yourself, baby, we can hire a maid. If you do not want a maid every day, at least once a week.

If you are not comfortable with a new person, we can use a maid in the house of mama or in the house of ummi. You don't have to do all that yourself"

More or less like that is the babbling of the husband, almost every day.

Enjoying the newlyweds should not be with just a sleep meal khan?

Learning from mom, being a multitalented wife plus mom seems like fun. So well, not a bad thing either if I try to learn a lot of things. While there is still time to learn. Suppose you are submitting a proposal to God, let immediately be entrusted the trust of 😉 children

"where is the plan today?" dian asked so out of the room with a work dress that was fragrant as fragrant as.

"want to printing. Alhamdulillah is done, hopefully there is no refission" I replied as I prepared breakfast into the plate I was holding.

Every day I do cook alone, even though so far still made spices by mom or ummi. Unless we make an appointment to eat out.

"ah, still better you. My former BEM officer" seduced me.

Not for reason, because until now the name Dian is still often heard in my ears when I cross the campus area.

"you're great too, baby. For me you're the greatest" morning kiss landed again and again this morning. Not just this morning, but every day.

"heemmpp. Se-sedap your lips" he continued, whispering next to the ear.

"huh, dreadlocks. What makes it delicious is mix the same mama spice ummi.

Ah, ahh, laper. His stomach is already sounding"

Even not only morning kiss that became our habit while in the apartment, but eating a plate together. Not infrequently also fed to the husband, it feels like a dream. Feels like a labile ABG who is just dating. So like to smile yourself if you remember the moment together.

"yacha. If your thesis is finished, there is no reason to stay alone in the apartment continuously" grumbled Dian.

"honey, plis yeah. We are married, not dating anymore. So there is a right for us to live anywhere" I replied while cleaning the dining table.

"and free to do what aj. Aye right?" keep Dian.

"yes, but you know where" I gave a glass of water.

"the person who is pregnant has many gilafnya. Like forgetting a place" I continued my sentence while walking around.

"you want to leave now? Barengan. Do you want to go to college?" Dian offered.

"adjah first. I'm leaving alone.

Why go to that campus, spread the charm?" I don't think I mentioned the name of the college since.

"it's anterin baby"

"to per-ce-ta-kan if you forget. Not the college"

"yes yes. Where is that ajat. Your car will be at your mom's house, if you forget"

Oh, astagfirullah. How could I forget?

The effect of too long silence in the room may be yes.

I responded to Dian with a smile.

"online ojek pesen ajalah if so"

"NO! I'd rather be with you than go with someone else"

Out is his protective soul. And of course there is no more bargaining if it is this way.

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