Love Flips At The End of the Season

CBDM2X. 2

The atmosphere of a cheerful morning is now wrapped in cloudy, after exercising Fatim and Abas rushed to clean themselves and after that only continued with breakfast.

The awkward atmosphere was now felt by the two, Fatim who was combing his hair was stunned to see Abas coming out of the bathroom. After this long time the two first saw the aurat that had been covered for others but had become halal for both.

Abas draped a white towel when out of the bathroom was also fascinated to see the reflection of his wife's beautiful face in the mirror. He walked closer and closer. Fatim's heart seemed to start wanting to invite him to a marathon, with a reflex he held his chest.

With the hand of an abbas, he took a comb from the hand of Fatim, and began to comb his wife's long, black crown. Sometimes he inhales the rose scent of shampoo worn by his wife.

Seeing what her husband had done, Fatim immediately stood up and turned to face her husband. Abas' chest was rumbling, for the first time they came so close without any restrictions.

Slowly Abas kissed his wife's forehead and whispered a beautiful word to her lover.

"Thank you, keep smiling. Your happiness is my happiness, my humor."

Fatim lowered his head, a clear grain flowing from the corner of his clear eyes. The man quickly removed it and gently kissed his wife's eyes.

"Why?" His whisper was soft, he clasped Fatim's body in his arms.

Fatim's body trembled, he wept in the warm embrace of her husband. A sense of tightness filled his calve recesses.

"I'm .. I don't want to be separated from you" she said in her tears.

"Do you want me to cancel it?" Abas raised his wife's chin to look into her eyes.

Fatim shook his head, he did not want Abas to sacrifice his dream just because of him.

"Don't" Fatim's voice raspy. She hugged her husband tightly.

The two dissolved into their blue feelings, hugging each other to lighten the weight of their hearts, until the sound of knocking on the door required them both to break their arms.

"Nl ... Den ... let's have breakfast first, then it's cold." The voice of bi Ijah sounded crisp, crisp reginang made by his mother Fatim.

"Yes, Bi. This is we're going down." Fatim tried to adjust his voice to sound normal.

The sound of footsteps bi Ijah away. Fatim and Abas looked at each other and smiled.

"Don't be sad, God willing, if you finish school, you can follow me to school in the same place." Abas cheers on his wife.

Once again Abaz kissed Fatim's forehead before they finally came down for breakfast.

*****

The atmosphere at the dining table continued as usual, Abas never thought if his wife could really put her emotions. This really makes Fatim look very mature compared to his age.

"You're leaving for Bandung today, Bas?" Nadya tried to break up.

"God's Inshaa, Ma'am. Um, can I take the Fatim Deck?" Abas looked at his mother-in-law who looked elegant even though she was no longer young.

"May, but .. it looks like there will be a rainstorm later." Nadya glanced at her daughter.

Fatim who knew that Nadya was scolding him smiled while opening his eyes at the mother.

"Have you seen today's weather forecast? Which areas will be affected by rainstorms? Let's be vigilant and careful later" said Abas straight who did not understand if it was only a figurative Nadya to his daughter.

With a smile Nadya answered her innocent daughter-in-law's question."Estimates are between Jakarta and Bandung, you should be careful not to flood your car."

"God's Inshaa, Ma'am. May there be no floods or storms, so that our journey may be smooth." Abas was seen staring at his wife's face at a glance.

"Aamiin's." Fatim and Nadya answered.

Suddenly Abas' phone rang and he asked permission to speak in the back garden because it was a phone from the campus that Abas would enter later.

As long as Abas' mother and son look at each other and laugh." Mama is-anya, so do not like ledekin Fatim, confused want to answer the question sister Pop?"

"Yes, mama almost slipped up if it was to mark you."

The two laughed while closing their mouths so that Abas did not hear the boisterous sound of the two.

Breakfast was finished bi Ijah came to clean the table, but Fatim forbid it. He knew if bi Ijah was not feeling well, this was seen when he served food on the table, accidentally their hands touched.

"Bi ... aunty just rest, take medicine fast, it looks like aunt has a fever huh?" Fatim got up from his seat and held the forehead of the woman he already considered to be his own aunt.

Neither Nadya nor Fatim, both never treat their domestic assistants like employers and servants, but like members of their own family. Especially with a disease like this.

From the back garden Abas can see firsthand the sincerity of his in-laws and his wife, and this is what made him fall in love for the first time when he met Fatim under the bridge, when giving the parcels to the children selflessly.

Abas' face immediately brightened and beamed after getting a call from the campus, but he still kept the news he had just received from Fatim and his mother-in-law, Nadya.

Nadya immediately asked Momon to hold her office job this morning because she would take bi Ijah to the hospital. While Fatim immediately washed the dirty dishes of the device they ate earlier.

While preoccupied with washing dishes, Abas comes hugging Fatim from behind which leaves the girl suffocating in shock and ....

Tungs!

The sound of the pot landing right on Abas' forehead." Astaqfirullah haladzim, Deck pain." Abas kissed Fatim's neck.

"Oh my God, Brother Pop, sorry. You're out of business." Fatim turned around and rubbed Abas' forehead. It was then that the man caught Fatim's hand and clasped it tightly.

Fatim's face had met red, he could not hide his feminine side this time. How he longed for warmth from his eternal lover.

"I help you? Let the spit be over, there's something I want to talk to you about." Abas again invited Fatim to wash the dishes.

With the help of Abas, the dirty dishes are now clean. If they could talk, they would be very happy to be held by a man as handsome as Abas.

"We go to the room, yes" Abas asked his wife.

"Why what?" Fatim looked curious.

"You play ball" replied Abas.

"Kok playing ball anyway?" Fatim looks cemebrut.

"You end up wearing nanya, if in the room it means I want to be alone with you." Abas seems embarrassed to express his own feelings.

"But we don't want you, do we?"

Fatim's face tensed up looking at Abas.

The plot!

Abas touched his wife's forehead, which surprised Fatim.

"Eh sick to know." Fatim lifted his lips.

"That's why you don't think of anything. I'm sure you're asking because there's something I want to do." Abas smiled sweetly at his wife.

Abas quickly pulled Fatim's hand towards their room.

*****

FaMa Room (Fatim and Muhammad Abas) ....

"What the hell, Pop, I guess I'm not impatient?" Fatim mocked her husband.

Without many words now Abas has put their lips together, after it was felt quite new was slowly he whispered a word that almost made Fatim jump for joy.

"My departure schedule is delayed for the next month, which means we're still allotted time to be together." Abas hugged his halal lover tightly.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah." Fatim returned her husband's embrace.

*Thank you Robb, You have prayed for me to be with my lover even if it is just a little time. I want to make every day worthwhile.*

Sadness has now changed happily even for a moment, but enough to keep the two couples lulled in the sea of love.

God will give you what you need, not what you want.

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