LOVE OF ORDINARY MEN

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“What if you start taking part in weekly studies?” Alzam.

“What? A lecture? Nooooooo!” elak Olivia's.

“Why No?” ask Alzam.

“That study is for mothers, Mas. When you told me to join the mothers anyway? Not a very oath. Anyway yes, I was just that it was doang, why should I ask me to take part in all studies?” lamented Olivia.

“Who said studying is only for mothers? There are teenagers and girls your age too. In part, quite you so you can get new friends while learning religious knowledge,” said Alzam.

Olivia seemed to knit her brows until they almost fused together.

“There really is a study that contains girls my age?” ask Olivia.

“Totally. If you want, later in the afternoon after college I can anterin you there. Coincidentally the place deket same house Mother,” replied Alzam.

“Ina also not?” ask Olivia.

“Ina attended school at her school. Zahra. But I have a friend there who will get you during the study. Calm down,” replied Alzam assured.

Olivia still seems to doubt. He had no idea what the event was like in that lecture. Whatever he had to do during the event.

He even continued to search for Alzam with questions about things that still stuck in his mind.

Alzam was tired of answering everything, because it continues to be bombarded with questions about the real thing is not important to answer.

Finally, Alzam cupped his wife's cheeks and stared fixedly at Olivia's eyeballs.

“Oliv dear, the point is that you are quite dateng, sit down and listen to what the ustadzah said at that time. Later I will ask you, do you really understand what the lesson is not,” cried Alzam.

“Ustadzah? Not if the teacher njai is called ustadz huh?” ask Olivia.

Alzam could only sigh long, while trying to be patient with naivety or rather keb*dohan Olivia.

“It's just a matter of gender, Liv. Ustadz it was that man. The Ustadzah is for women. Why did I just say that the material is ustadzah, because all the members of his studies are teenage girls. Understand?” obviously Alzam.

“Why if the members of all girls can not be taught ustadz?” ask Olivia.

Alzam was anxious and finally pinched Olivia's cheek.

“If you want to know very well, just ask directly the same ustadzahnya well,” sahut Alzam.

Olivia complained of pain, but Alzam only chuckled a little and stood up from his seat. He then cleaned up all the prayer equipment, assisted by the wife who was still a manyun, because her cheeks hurt.

Alzam who saw it also approached and grabbed the prayer mat folded by his wife. Gently, he kissed Olivia's cheek which still looked red due to her actions, to make the girl freeze instantly.

Not just next door, but the two cheeks Olivia kissed alternately by her husband.

“Still sick?” ask Alzam.

Olivia blinked her eyes, while feeling the touch of Alzam's lips, which were still felt on her facial skin.

“Can I repeat again, Mom? I think it still hurts a little,” said Olivia.

Instantly, Alzam pulls Olivia's nose and makes the girl complain.

“Udah dare naughty you well,” says Alzam.

“Aduuuhh.... Pain, Mas,” complained Olivia.

“Partially you, asked if it still hurts not even ask again. What kind of answer is that?” lamented Alzam.

“Hehe... When else would you try to smell my cheeks like that. Hayo,” Olivia's mouth.

He deliberately paused her speech, while poking at her lower lip with a seductive gesture. This made Olivia round her eyes and cover her face with a face of embarrassment.

“IIihh.... Mas Al!” squeak Olivia from behind her hideout.

Alzam chuckles back to seeing the timid behavior of Olivia. He walked towards the bathroom, leaving his wife still covering her face.

Hearing the laughter of the husband away, Olivia then opened her face and throbbed annoyed.

“Ck! Since when did Mas Al become Leon? Hiiii...,” murmured to himself while horrified.

He took off his face and put it back in the closet.

That morning, Alzam was busy in the kitchen. Olivia who saw him also tried to pay attention to what the husband was doing back there.

Alzam is deliberately silent, while continuing to set an example to his wife so that Olivia can learn. Starting from how to use rice cooker, make simple side dishes such as eggs, fry tofu and tempeh and cook water and store it in a thermos.

The young man did not deliberately buy a water dispenser, but he only bought a gallon pump to fill a pitcher of water, so for hot water they could only rely on a stove to make it and a thermos to store it.

Alzam would not have ordered Olivia to do all the housework, if the girl had not filed it herself. Because for him, the wife is not someone who should be treated like a housekeeper, but partners live together.

Especially Olivia who since childhood had never done any housework at all, it was certain that the girl did not know how to do it and set the time for all the work to be completed without disturbing the campus schedule.

Even so, Alzam is convinced that Olivia is not a lazy girl. Although only a month married, but the young man seemed to have been able to read the original character of his wife.

The proof when he held the broom, Olivia immediately grabbed it and volunteered to do it herself. Although still not able to be completely clean, but at least there is effort from the girl and Alzam also appreciates it.

She knows that Olivia is always interested in new things. So that the girl will definitely learn little by little until she can. Stay how to make the wife does not get bored quickly with these things and always want to do it.

Since Alzam began washing rice until the simple side dish was finished, Olivia continued to be beside him. Every now and then she reached out to take something that her husband could not reach from his position.

He also helped Alzam serve the cuisine on the carpet he had named in an empty room in front of his room. The sound of the 'cook' button in the rice cooker sounds clamps, and the indicator light changes color to warm.

That's a sign that the rice is almost cooked. Olivia saw it, but did not know what to do when she saw it.

Then, Alzam turned to the electric rice cooker, and opened it. He stirred the rice in there all the way down, then pressed the cook button once more.

Until it was all over, Olivia kept paying attention. Now everything is presented. There is no drink yet.

“Mas, what can I do?” ask Olivia.

“Ehm... All you can do,” replied Alzam.

“Which I can? What's yah? What do you want?” ask Olivia back.

“What coffee? Can not?” ask Alzam again.

“Ajarin dong,” pinta Olivia.

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