Love In The Wound

Chapter 48

The days were all normal, I never heard of Mas Rohman again. On this day, I have been officially married to Mas Dikha, who will be the Imam for me and Joseph from now on.

Our marriage was simple, only a few close relatives were present. Because it was a mutual decision.

The night began to come, this is our first time praying together as a small family Insha Allah will always be happy because of Allah.

After the last prayer, Mas Dikha reached out to me and kissed me. After that he framed my face while developing a smile.

Wrong or not, I feel Mas Dikha's smile this time is very different. Oh God, I hold my heart as if to be taken off.

The touch of his tender hand was able to bring about a visible sigh in my bloodstream.

Clear eyeballs, a handsome face and also a thin beard that looks dashing in front of me.

Is this what you call love? I must be crazy. Yeah, he caressed my head behind the face I was wearing.

"Daddy...!" he said, his voice sounding seductive adoring my sense of hearing.

"Yes, Mommy" I replied shyly.

"I love you" he said, making my red face even more.

"Nai, you know," I replied again.

"Nai loves, Mas right?" ask her again, and it's kuangguki.

"Mas, got a present." Mas Dikha walked towards his clothes bag earlier. Take out a fairly large box of rice.

"Look!" He rules, squinting his eyeballs.

"What is this, Mom?" of course I'm curious, surely something in it is very important.

Immediately I pulled a ribbon that crossed like a flower inside, after I opened the box it turned out that the contents were some syar-i veils.

"Dec, if you love, Mas. Wear this from now on! Maybe it's just a normal thing you think and you have it. But Mas Mau from now on never take off this veil other than in front of Mas and Makhrommu," he said earnestly, until not realizing my tears melted.

All this time I have not used precious objects like Mas Dikha gave. Because I only wear it while traveling, it's not always.

"God willing, Mas. Thank you for reminding me, Nai," I said, deep down I promise to wear it from now on for my love and affection for Mas Dikha in the name of Allah.

"Thank you, baby," she rubbed my cheek, then brought her face closer to me. God, why does my body feel so hot? this time it felt like heaven.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim...." The words were spoken together with his lips that kissed my forehead, and it was really with pleasure. We looked at each other long enough that the baby's whimper was blowing it all away.

Oe. oe..

"Fast love AsI, Deck!"

I stood up and let go of my face and carried Joseph with me and took him to bed.

A little embarrassed to do it in front of Mas Dikha who even approached me. How'this? jesus, Nai. How does it feel so strange?

"Why, Honey? dedek is starving?" The question made me no longer stop blushing.

"Nai_."

"Shame," he continued directly. "I'm not your husband now, should you still want to hide it?" he keeps making me clumsy.

"Yes, Mas. Sorry, but" I said later. Quickly, I was also determined to do it in front of the Husband who had just married me for a few hours.

Mas Dikha chuckled, while pinching the cheeks of Dedek who was busy drinking from the holy water of God's creation. It was a great gift to be able to raise a baby that God entrusted to us.