KENAYA (Ken And Aya)

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#KENAYA (Ken and Aya)

#Part19

I came home in a taxi. He did not go home. Except to his parents' house. He had been crying until his clothes got wet.

His face was flushed, his nose and eyes were blushing. He also did not understand why he became this crybaby. His answers and values have been imagined making him cry even more.

Occasionally the taxi driver steals the direction of the pendang to Aya. Aya's crying voice was so loud. Frightened he was supposed to kidnap a child.

“Hiks huwaaa Evil ken! Hikss the base of the polar Lecturer! Bummer! Hiksss smart ass hikss huwaaaa. Keeeeeennn hikss,” his sobbing.

He bit his bag so upset.

He has arrived at his house. Give the driver money. But it hasn't come down yet. Trying to ease her crying first. He does not want to be asked about his mother.

He did not come with Ken. He didn't go here, either, he didn't tell Ken. When the pressure starts to subside, it goes down.

Enter the house after saying hello. Atma and Arin answered his greetings. However, Aya's plan to her room does not work because Arin first asks. His voice cannot be confused either.

“Kok itself. Which daughter-in-law of Mama?” ask Arin. Ken doesn't usually come.

“Aya itself only. Wanna stay. Ken has a job,” he said with a typical hoarse voice after crying.

Ari approached Aya. He looked at Aya's eyes that looked haphazard and reddened. Sighs and pulls his daughter onto the sofa. Her husband took care of his daughter.

Did Ken hit or hurt Aya? They are full of negative thoughts. Especially now that her daughter is crying.

Gently Atma hugged her daughter. Is not a father able to calm his daughter? That's what Atma does.

“Honey, already crying. Did Ken hit you?” atma asked who was rewarded with a pinch from his wife. Atma grimaced before taking off her embrace.

“Hiks Ken,” said. Atma and Arin looked at each other and sighed. Remember once if you have mentioned Ken's name like that, it must not be Ken who is wrong.

His daughter loved to make Ken the root of the mistake. Arin goes to the kitchen and gets some water for his daughter. Then sit down near her husband.

“I want to stay here.” Arin sighed. It's not that he forbade his son to stay. However, he knows Aya is Ken's responsibility.

“Honey, you're home now, yeah. Don't stay here. Mama has already advised, do not leave the house without your husband's permission,” said Arin made Aya bow, “remember a step you went out of the house without your husband's permission, then a step of your feet stepped into hell.”

Aya really wanted to be alone right now. Hearing Ken's name alone he was already upset. In fact, he became a sensi. Just because of an impromptu repetition.

“I've permission on Ken,” his great-grandson. Of course he lied. How else.

Arin looked at Aya full of probing. He reached for the cheek on the table. Seeking contact with his son-in-law. Wanted to make sure Aya said.

Aya of course was worried. Avoiding Ken was his current wish. Need it yourself first.

“ ....”

“Say You let him stay here. Really?” Aya looked at Arin with a worried look. He breathed a sigh of relief as Arin nodded. Ken saved him. If, alone the man was honest, surely Aya would be expelled.

He stepped up. Open the room and lock it. The crying broke again. While Ken sat on the sofa with a tired face.

He knew Aya's disappointment in him. But he does not want to be unfair. He really loves his wife. Seeing Aya cry alone, it felt like her chest was tight. It was as if he felt the pain of Aya.

“I'm sorry, Darling,”. It's moving up. I decided to take a shower and make dinner for her. Let his wife first.

On a quiet night, Ken ate alone without his wife. Usually Aya would babble non-stop. Sorting vegetables on his plate and his wife's innocent behavior makes him instantly miss the presence of Aya.

Ken's appetite is slightly decreased. Worried about his wife. Has he eaten or not? Is she still crying or not? From where Ken knew Aya was crying, certainly from her in-laws.

After eating, Ken brought his dirty plate. He even prayed alone tonight. Ken's eye angle is watery.

“Im sorry servant, O Allah. Hurt my wife's heart unintentionally. Protect her wherever she is,” her prayers. Guilt piled up on his chest. Suffocate.

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“Hiks .. hiks ...” Aya came back crying. He even refused to eat. No taste. She felt guilty for her husband. Too imposing a will.

He should have listened to Ken. Looks like her husband's words are right if he's childish. Not solving the problem, he went to his parents' house.

If only, he wasn't this emotional. Maybe now she is in the room and joking with her husband. Hearing the sound of her husband teaching. Small touches and friendly strokes on his head. He really misses all that.

“Hikss Yes Allah, forgive me for being disrespectful to my husband.” Aya was crying in the middle of her prostration. As he prayed, his chest was stabbed with an arrow.

Buckler.

Aya turned her head after finishing her prayer. See who's standing there. His tears are getting out.

“Ken,” flow without sound.

Ken approached his wife. He decided to go to his in-laws house. Want to know his wife's condition. He was ready if Aya told him to go home. However, he was grateful to follow his little heart to come here.

“Sttt, don't cry anymore,” Ken said after bringing his wife into his arms. Aya is getting sobbing so much. Her head rested on the chest of her husband's field. I muttered my apologies repeatedly.

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KENAY💕