Love For Aisha

27 ~ Don't Touch Me!

Tired of the routine that drained his energy, Azam could now sigh when his steps were about to open the door of the house. Having a busy schedule and responsibilities for his cafe, Azam must fight his fatigue. However, Azam felt very grateful because the fatigue felt one day will disappear after he saw the face of the wife .

"Assalamualaik."

Greetings were heard, making Aisyah who was in the middle room immediately walk to approach the origin of the voice.

"Maalaikumsallam."

A radiant face that will make the heart feel cool. It seemed that Aisyah would always welcome him with a smile and kiss his hand. What a dream woman.

"What did Mas Azam bring?" asked Aisyah when she saw Azam carrying a black plastic bag.

"Oh, this? It's Mama's hand for you." Azam also gave a plastic bag containing a deposit from his mother.

"What is this, Mom?"

Azam's lips lifted thinly when stared at by his wife.

"Mama said this is a funerary herb. You must routinely drink this herbal medicine so that the seeds of this tadpole soon develop," said Azam.

A face that was originally radiant, suddenly immediately bent down gloomily. With a slow step Aisyah brought her mother-in-law's seat into the kitchen.

There was a throbbing pain inside his chest. Guilt that suddenly attacked her because until now Aisyah has not been able to give what her husband's family wants. Naturally, if the husband's family already really wants the presence of a baby, considering Azam is an only child and his age is also ripe to have a child.

Seeing a different aura, Azam immediately approached Aisyah. "Come, I'm so sorry mama's overdoing it."

"Mas Azam doesn't need to apologize. It's not all Mama's fault. It's all my fault because I haven't been able to give you what you want. I know your mother's intentions are good."

"I know, you must be very depressed. But all of this is upon God. If God does not want to, how much we try will still succeed. However, you must not give up on the situation must keep striving, praying and trying. Because actually praying without any effort feels futile. That's why we have to keep trying, you don't mind right?" Azam also mentoel Aisyah's chin.

Lips are maroon, making Azam always opium. I want Azam to taste it.

"What does Mas Azam want?" aisyah asked as Azam's face approached towards her.

"It's like you're using a new product? I wonder what it's like," seduced Azam.

"It feels the same as anything else. Take a shower first!"

Azam smiled as he offered both of his eyebrows. "So after the shower I can taste it dong?"

"Can. Mas Azam taste until satisfied. My lipstick just had a dresser. Look for the same color as this lip."

Azam's eyes immediately swerved. "Yes you told me to taste the lipstick. I want a taste that's already on your lips."

"Don't protest too much! Shower there!"

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In the silence of the night, a strand of prayer is offered in every bow. Hoping that the creator would give a belief to blow the spirit into her womb.

“Yes my Lord, do not let me live alone (without descendants) and You are the best heir.” (QS. Al-Anbiya verse 89)

After finishing the evening prayer, Aisyah folded back the mucena she had just used. When she wanted to go back to bed, Aisyah's eyes saw that her husband's phone was on without a sound. Out of curiosity, Aisyah was intending to take a look.

When the phone was in plain sight, Aisyah simply linked her eyebrows together with a rumble in her chest. A Via name floated on her husband's cell phone screen.

Aisyah herself had no idea who Via was contacting her husband in the middle of the night like this. However, Aisyah's mind was immediately fixed on a woman who had been with her husband at that time. Could it be a woman named Via? What does this have to do with the husband? Is it true that at this time her husband has divided hearts with other women because until now Aisyah has not been able to give what her husband wants.

Feels very crowded. Even his eyes felt hot when he saw a deep face and husband.a

Does your husband really want to share his heart?

"O Allah, will this worry come true? It would not be willing for my husband to share his heart with another woman, even though to date I have not been able to give my husband what he wants." Tears were so hard on Aisyah's cheeks. Even so tight he got as much as he pleased.

Azam who accidentally woke up felt very surprised by Aisyah who was crying.

"Ais, why are you crying? Nightmare?" Azam's hand was trying to hold his wife's body. However, Aisyah quickly brushed Azam's hand away.

"Don't touch me!"