Love In The Wound

Chapter 50

Mas Dikha kissed my cheeks along with his hands that enveloped into my twin hills. All of that is done slowly, because there is something that must be secured there so as not to spill.

The sacred argument that took place melenakan us up to a time that we did not count. Until finally Mas Dikha united hers with mine. Now I am his full right. We are bound by a bond that will hopefully never come apart until death picks us up.

Long enough to struggle, Mas Dikha resigned beside me.

"Thank you, Nai, thank you" he said, hugging me.

"Together, Mas. Hope not to disappoint," I joked.

"Hey, what do you mean, honey? There is no pleasure beyond this," he said sweetly in my ears. "I'm very satisfied" he added, kissing my back.

I smiled, thank God he felt it. Because I will get my reward from him.

"Nai, Mas want to always feel this happiness, hopefully we will always be patient to face various things yes," he said the closer my body felt stifling.

"Mas, you want me dead huh," I said teasingly.

"What's? just one day married you want me to be a widower," he chuckled, squeezing my nose which did not grow anxious.

"You're making it hard for me to breathe" I feigned a protest.

"Oh, is it? I'm sorry, I just wanted to warm you up, "he said, loosening his hands a little.

Oe... Oe...

"Mas, Joseph cried," I said again, about to rise, but Mas Dikha prevented me.

"Liar, Mas the entertained. We wash first!" He said he blinked one of his beautiful eyes.

"Oh, yes. Nai, forgot," I said chimed in. Immediately I pulled the blanket to wrap my body while Mas Dikha approached Dedek only wearing sepaha pants.

"Oh my goodness, grandpa. Are you hungry again, right? bentar yes Mother cleaned herself up first ngajak Aby wrestled earlier," he said whispering But still I heard, the whisper is not as slow as people bergosif.

After I gave ASI Dedek to sleep again. Around two o'clock it was only then that I and Mas Dikha could really rest.

It did not feel like dawn was heard too soon. I who have opened my eyes still had time to look at the face of Mas Dikha. Apparently Mas Dikha has woken up to surprise me.

"Good morning, dear. Let's get up, and pray dawn. Go to the mosque!" she rubbed my cheek. Mas Dikha's treatment is really a role model. He was so softly talking to me.

"Yes, Mommy" I replied.

The still piercing atmosphere, Mas Dikha who had been sanctified said goodbye. I kissed his hand outstretched before me, full of respect. I am unceasingly grateful, getting a husband like Mas Dikha.

Just as he came out the door, I heard Dad say hello to him.

"Dikha, going to the mosque?"

"Yes, Dad," he replied politely.

"Wait, we go together."

Oh God, again I am overwhelmed. Dad brought Mas Dikha together, of course, something very magical for me. Means Dad's been meridhoiing our marriage that he was originally about.

"I also want to come" said Bang Gino did not want to lose.

"Well, great. Come on...!" Dad embraced both.

"SubhanaLah, our three guardians of the prospective inhabitants of heaven, Nai," said Mother, proud. "Yes, Mom. May Joseph be like them" answered me, standing at the door.

"Honey, the Sholeh woman is one less." Dad glanced at Bang Gino and I understood what Dad meant.

"Quiet, Dad. Wait another year or two" replied Bang Gino, the atmosphere adds to the harmony of our family.