LOVE OF ORDINARY MEN

Dessert

This Saturday, Olivia didn't go to college and didn't go to the store. The woman chose to stay at home, as there were several tasks to be completed and gathered next week's Monday.

“Don't really want to come?” alzam asked as they finished their breakfast.

“Neg. I want to finish my duties today, so that tomorrow I can play to my mother's place,” replied Olivia.

“Tomorrow we go to Papah sama Mama aja yuk. We haven't been there for a long time. I'm not good. Papah until malem-malem play here. He must be very confused with you,” said Alzam.

“Ngak ah. I'm males coming home. If you want to meet Papah, after returning home to college, we can go to Papah's office,” said Olivia.

“Yes if there is only Papah in the office. There is no Mom, right?” ask Alzam again.

Olivia sat in the living room with her hands folded in front of her chest, and her back perpendicular to the chair.

His face was clearly dislikeful when Alzam offended his mother.

The young man sat beside his wife and grabbed her shoulder.

“You're still mad at Mamah?” ask Alzam.

She seemed to know the reason why Olivia was reluctant to meet her mother again.

“I don't like to meet Mamah. Every time he meets, there is always ugly you continue, Mas. You may accept it, but I don't. I don't want my super duper husband to be mute. I don't like it,” replied Olivia upset.

I heard heavy breathing from the young man. He could already guess, if the problem was himself. Alzam then took off his embrace and tried to unravel the folded arms of Olivia.

“Darling, horrifying me. Mom is your parents too. She's a woman who's been hard-earned to conceive you, give birth to you and take care of you since.” Alzam said.

“Babysitters who took care of me, Mas. Where ever,” by Olivia.

“Ehm... Well okay, but he's conceiving and born you right. You must be filial with him. Maybe at this time Mamah makes you comfortable, but regardless of the circumstances, we must keep in good contact with Mamah,” cried Alzam.

“Yes, but not yet. Wait Mamah until no more cake now,” Olivia said.

“When? Wait for us to split?” ask Alzam.

Instantly Olivia looked over with an annoyed face.

“Mas!” get Olivia.

Alzam took off his grip in his wife's hand, and then cupped Olivia's two cheeks that were increasingly adorable. His eyes stared intently at his wife's two black beads. While the woman still looks upset because of her words earlier.

“Liv, you want that man is the leader of women. A wife must obey what the husband says, as long as it does not deviate from sharia. Know right?” ask Alzam.

“Iya I know. But right...,” refutes Olivia.

“Dengerin me. We both know Mama kek like this because you married me. Means directly I'm the cause of the strain on your relationship with Mamah."

"If you still do not want to be patient and stay away from Mama, it means I follow sin. When I ask you to make a prayer Mamah and you do not want, I also sin because I cannot advise you. You don't pity me? Said babe?” persuade Alzam.

The young man deliberately made himself a victim so that Olivia would budge. He knew that his wife cared so much for him that she defended him desperately as Mamah Ros continued to corner him. Olivia even asks them to move out of the Abimana family home, so that Alzam no longer hears all the ridicule and insinuation from Mamah Ros.

After hearing the husband's persuasion, it was true that Olivia immediately lowered her gaze and looked sorry. Alzam breathes a sigh of relief because his guess is right, that Olivia will be devastated when she acts as a victim.

“Honey, look at me. Hey, look at me, hem,” persuade Alzam gently.

Olivia followed and raised her eyes again. His face was still pouting but his eyes were no longer filled with emotion like that.

“Honey, Mom is like that because she doesn't know me yet. Mamah only knew I was from a poor family that was far from her expectations. It's natural that Mom is disappointed. Precisely now, our task is to show Mamah, if we can live happily even with simplicity as it is now."

“No! Don't want to,” Olivia shook her head.

Her eyes glazed over hearing the words of her husband. Alzam took his wife into a hug, and gently rubbed Olivia's dark brown mane.

“I don't want to either, Liv. I love you so much. Think of the cake that was so horrified you know,” sahut Alzam.

“Who told me to think about that cake. Bummer,” complained Olivia.

“I don't want you to keep on staying away from Mamah, Liv. If you keep keukeuh mo kaya gini continues, there is no other way dong. I don't want to be the cause of my wife's disobedience with her own parents,” said Alzam.

“I'm surprised by you, Mom. What is your heart made of? Kok can do that, the same good people who continue to insult and ridicule you,” asked Olivia.

“Same is your cake. It makes no difference,” replied Alzam.

Olivia touched the husband's chest, and rubbed it gently.

“Pengen see in dalemnya what cake? Curious,” said Olivia.

Instantly, Alzam takes Olivia away from him, and makes the woman surprised until her eyes are patterned.

“You're not a gumiho, are you? You don't want to kill your own husband to take his heart, do you?” cecar Alzam's.

Instantly, a punch landed on the young man's arm.

“Iihhh.... Al was shocked. Kirain. How do you know gumiho? Vaaahh.... Drakor lovers, too. Hayo ngaku,” terka Olivia.

“Eh... No really. Only ever seen fitting Ina watch diem-diem in his room,” elak Alzam.

“Alaaaahhh... Just ngaku. Love seeing those smooth Korean girls, right?” lissy Olivia.

“Astaghfirullah hal adzim. No, swear. Really no,” elak Alzam.

Olivia continues to urge Alzam, intending to tease him. The husband's face met red and made Olivia unable to stand it.

She stood up from her seat and cupped her husband's cheek. With a slight bow, the woman then kissed her husband's forehead.

“I'm lucky to have you, Mas,” said Olivia.

Both of them put a smile on their lips.

“I too,” sahut Alzam.

The young man pulled Olivia and sat on her lap. He kissed the ripe lips, and made them a dessert for breakfast this morning.

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