
Fazril looked faithful waiting for his wife's answer. But Qanita even looks so hesitant to give the answer. And he just stared at Fazril's face, with his eyes already glazed over. So that makes Fazril more worried, in case he does not want to forgive himself. Looking at his wife who was just standing still, Fazril immediately pulled her hand and led her to the sofa that was there. Then he sat Qanita on the sofa. After that, he was in front of her.
"Qanita's? Do you hate me so much, hm?" fazril asked, still in her soft voice, as she clasped Qanita's hands together. Hearing the question Qanita immediately shook her head,
"Aah.thank God! Humm... Then you want to forgive me? I promise you that you will never repeat what hurt you again. And I also promise to protect you, from Mama. So you don't have to worry, anymore huh? And if necessary we will live apart from my family. And we're about to start our new life, you want Qani? asked Fazril again, as he wiped away Qanita's tears which eventually fell as well.
"For that, please forgive me, so that my heart may be relieved by Qani" he continued, with a face that looked hopeful. But still Qanita still looks so reluctant to put out her words.
"Qanita's? Please answer me, don't make my heart so restless" said Fazril again, as he kissed his wife's hands.
"Yes..Ni-nita had forgiven Mas really, even before Mas asked for it," replied Qanita softly, but still heard in Fazril's ear.
"Aahs.. Thank goodness! Thank you, Nita thank you!" fazril said gladly. He hugged Qanita's body, without asking her for her approval. But instantly he woke up.
"Aahs.. Sorry Nita! I hugged without your consent" he said as he let go of his embrace.
"Eh, no papa kok Mas," replied Qanita slowly.
"Isn't it really papa?" fazril asked, and was immediately replied with a nod by Qanita.
"Well, then, can I hug you again?" asked Fazril, with eyes that looked so sparkling. Hearing the question, Qanita's face immediately blushed, but she still had time to nod her head slowly.
Seeing that, Fazril smiled faintly, then he hugged Qanita's body again. And at the same time, suddenly the sound of kruuyuuuk came from Fazril's stomach, making Fazril immediately jerked in shock. While Qanita looks to be holding back her smile.
"Eh! Hehehe. I'm in a hurry I want to see you. Makes me feel no appetite" explained Fazril, scratching his non-itchy nape, "Eh, wait a minute! Wasn't I in your body? And this body is the same? Why is my stomach hungry? Have you not eaten yet?" he asked, with a face that looked so astonished.
"Yes. Because it was so tense, Nita did not eat from yesterday," replied Qanita, who finally admitted that she had not eaten.
"From yesterday? Aah.it's worth feeling so hungry,"
"Sorry Mas, yes already then Nita masakin huh? What do you want to eat?" qanita asked, it was not so awkward anymore.
"No-no! Let me cook you wait at the dinner table. Let's go to the kitchen," asked Fazril, then he immediately took his wife's hand. Then he took it to the dining room, which became one with the kitchen.
"Sit down here. This time let me cook it for you" said Fazril, as he pulled one of the chairs, which was on the dining table. And Qanita followed her husband's wishes, and finally she sat in the chair.
After that Fazril immediately took the food, which was in his refrigerator. After that he began to mix, and soon after, he began to cook it, while occasionally he saw the face of his wife, was watching her cook. Seeing that, he immediately smiled his smile after a smile was returned by Qanita. Fazril refocused on his cooking. And before long, it seemed he had finished his cooking.
"No papa, no Mas. Nita was not picky about food," replied Qanita, smiling gently at Fazril.
"Aah.thank God! Then let's eat now" said Fazril. But he did not eat his fried rice. Because it looks like he's still waiting for Qanita, who ate it first.
"Where? Is it good for fried rice?" fazril asked, after he saw Qanita put her first mouthful into his mouth.
"Umm.enak kok Mas! It's really very tasty!" reply Qanita, with a pent up voice. Because his mouth was currently, it was being filled with his fried rice.
"Well, thank goodness you like it. Then spend it?" said Fazril, and was directly called by Qanita. After that the dining room became quiet, because both of them seemed to be enjoying their food with wisdom.
After they finished their meal, Qanita intended to wash the dishes they had eaten earlier. But was immediately prevented by her husband.
"Here you go, let me wash it! So you better rest there. Because before I left here, your body felt so weak. Oh yes, you also have medicines from the doctor. So now you should take your medicine first huh? Only then did you take a break" Fazril said, as he took over the plate that Qanita was holding.
"But Mas, make you cooked, so let Nita be the grandson." replied Qanita, but immediately cut by Fazril.
"Syuuut. can't argue!" fazril said, as he put the new plate he took on the table.
"But Mas..."
"Eeh.. Why still argue anyway? I told you, you need to rest! Come with me!" cut Fazrill. He took his wife by the hand and took her to his room. But before he could take the bag he was wearing earlier.
After being in the room, he sat Qanita on the side of his bed, after which he took the medicine and handed it to Qanita. "Drink Not, let your body back to health" he said, handing him a glass of water.
"Um. alright Mas," replied Qanita, then he immediately took the medicine.
"Now go to sleep," Fazril, lifted up Qanita's body, onto her bed. He looked surprised, but could not get his words out. After enveloping his wife's body, Fazril immediately gently dyed his forehead. Makes Qanita's eyes instantly perfectly rounded.
"Good sleep, sweet dreams, huh?" fazril. After that, he immediately rushed out of his room.
"Eh! The darling? Azril called for a darling?" qanita murmured, as she held her forehead.
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