LOVE OF ORDINARY MEN

Handcuff

In the afternoon, Olivia is seen sitting in the living room. She looked exhausted after doing homework alone. Not only washing clothes, but also mopping the floor from the front of the house to the back. After that, he also water the plants in the front yard using a water hose.

Sayup-sayup Iandang adzan ashar sounding simple from one mosque and another mosque, moshola with each other.

“Udah adzan. The laundry is not perfumed yet?” he murmured to himself.

Currently, Olivia's laundry is entering the final stage, which is soaked with fragrant liquid.

But what he remembered, Alzam always soaked it from night until after dawn. He did not know that fifteen or thirty minutes were enough to soak it.

“Entar. Usually a long time. Take a shower first. Let fit Mas Al home, already fragrant and seger,” said.

The woman then cleans herself and also performs ashar prayers. After that, he just relaxes by watching TV. However, his eyes did not watch the broadcast on the flat screen, but focused on the screen of his own phone.

A news on the internet page, featuring a career woman who successfully occupied the director's seat in her family's company, and was able to bring the business to the top.

However, the gaze Olivia gave was not an admiration. The woman looked flat at the news.

His breathing felt heavy, and Olivia finally shifted the screen and looked for other news.

Currently, he intends to find resources for the next field task, namely interviewing a young entrepreneur, as a place to find inspiration for students to be motivated in terms of the world of economics and business.

Without feeling, the sound of the husband's motorbike was heard entering the courtyard of their rented house. Olivia got up and walked quickly to the door.

He opened the wooden board even before Alzam turned off his motor matic.

“Mas,” call Olivia.

The woman walked over to Alzam and endured it.

A smile expands from the lips of the husband, when he sees a warm welcome from his wife.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greetings Alzam.

“Waalaikumsalam,” says Olivia with her super sweet smile.

“Seger is really my wife,” praise Alzam.

“Iya dong's. Take a shower,” says Olivia.

“Udah pray?” ask Alzam.

“Udah earlier,” replied Olivia.

“pinter,” praise Alzam while scrambling Olivia's hair, until it looks messy.

“Here I bring the bag, Mas,” haggard Olivia.

Alzam took off his backpack and handed it to Olivia. He led his motorcycle up to the porch of the house and went inside together.

He looked at the floor that had been clean as if it had just been on a mop. Alzam then goes into the room and picks up a change of clothes and goes to the bathroom.

Just as he was about to pick up a towel on the clothesline, he saw a tub full of soaked laundry. He came closer and smelled the water. The smell should be a strong one gushing into his nose.

He then looked to the right and left looking for something. Alzam approached the laundry soap and took a seven hundred milliliter refill of clothes. He saw that the container was almost empty, when he had just bought the one he planned to use last night.

“Pantes really fragrant. One container to run out,” murmured Alzam.

The young man went to the bathroom, but dried first the clothes that had been soaked with fragrance.

Because it was late afternoon, Alzam also dried the clothes on the back porch of the house, so as not to be exposed to rain when it rained at night.

Olivia, who had been in the room since, saw that the bathroom was still open. The back door of their house also opened and made Olivia walk in that direction.

“Lho even njemur? Said he wanted to take a shower?” ask Olivia.

“Let's have a blow,” replied Alzam.

“Yes let me just sun myself,” Olivia said.

“Do not. You are tired of being holy. So replace my sun dong,” said Alzam.

The young man did not want to make the wife her own hassles in taking care of the house. He wanted his wife to feel comfortable living with him.

This he learned from the father who was so considerate and understood his wife. Although a man, but the father of Alzam is not reluctant to do the work of women.

The deceased even told his eldest son, to always treat women as well as possible. While not taking over completely their duties, at least help ease the household chores of women who are already a stack.

This is what underlies how Alzam treats Olivia today.

The girl continued to lean on the door frame while watching her bare-chested husband, drying the laundry in the afternoon.

“Mas, sexy deh,” seductive Olivia.

Hearing Olivia's words, Alzam frowned and turned to his wife.

He then looked at his shirtless self, and immediately crossed his hands in front of his chest.

“Mesum,” says Alzam.

“Iihhh... Apaan. Say it is said to be perverted,” complained Olivia.

Alzam also chuckled. He again dried everything to completion, accompanied by the wife who did not get tired of looking at his face, which still looks cute.

After that, he went to clean up and relax with his wife while waiting for the adhan maghrib.

“So noon bosen not at home alone?” ask Alzam.

“Ngak. Oh yes, Mas. I had a vegetable lunch. It turned out delicious. I just found out if there is a salad cake food that uses peanut sauce. It's cheap again,” said Olivia.

“Buy where?” ask Alzam.

“Decet stall at the end there,” show Olivia.

“Oh... Thank goodness you can walk around by yourself. Previously, I thought you would be diem at home, and did not know to go to the stall,” mocked Alzam.

“Enak. You've been making a shop in a stall, so I'm not confused. Hehehe...,” says Olivia.

“This really is my wife. If taught cepet usually. But...,” said Alzam.

“But what?” ask Olivia curiously.

“Ehm... Not to be,” god Alzam.

“Apaan?” ask Olivia.

The girl took off her embrace and sat opposite her husband.

“Ngak be. Cancel,” says Alzam.

“Apaan says,” exciting Olivia.

“Nothing. Not so,” ledek Alzam.

“Iihhh... Al mah. Sebel,” grumbled Olivia.

Alzam chuckles. He then pinched the two cheeks of Olivia. A kiss landed on the woman's lips and made Olivia's cheeks blush.

“Make me, you don't exist but her. Everything is amazing,” praise Alzam.

“Gombal,” says Olivia.

“Nebelieve?” ask Alzam.

“Ngak!” sahut Olivia fast.

“You proof? Ngamar yuk,” invite Alzam.

In a flash, a punch landed on the man's chest.

“Mas Al, iii... Mau maghrib also still think so. Bawdy,” complained Olivia.

Alzam laughed at the annoyed look on his wife's face. He hugged her shoulder and hugged her from the side.

However, he accidentally grasped Olivia's hand, making the woman complain. Alzam soon saw what he had done to his wife's hand.

“It... You purify until kek gini?” ask Alzam.

He was surprised to see Olivia's fingers blistering and even appeared still wet. Plus Olivia's rough palms, making Alzam's heart ache.

The young man dipped his wife's tenth finger gently, and cupped the hand on both cheeks.

“See? You hurt like this because of nyuci. I told you that if I was the one who was holy, you were the one who sunbaked. Why not follow me anyway?” ask Alzam.

“I just want to learn, Mom. You are the one who is always holy never scuffed the cake I gini really. There could be something wrong with the process, so kek gini deh,” replied Olivia.

“Emang something is wrong. Detergents mostly make your hands hot and eventually become rough, red again. That's how you rub it must be wrong, so until this blister. Must be a big thing yah?” cecar Alzam's.

Instead of feeling upset because of the results of her hard work angry with her husband, Olivia smiled. The woman approached and kissed Alzam's forehead deeply.

His thumb rubbed the young man's temple affectionately.

“You are no longer angry with me because of detergent, right, Mas?” olivia Goda.

Alzam doesn't say that anymore. He hugged his wife and held her tight.

“Other times, don't try to do anything yourself before you know the real way well. My heart aches look at you wound kek gini know,” complained Alzam.

“Iya, Mas. I-i promise. That's why you also teach me dong,” said Olivia.

“Iya,” Reply Alzam.

The two hugged each other, spending their leisure time until the adhan maghrib called the two to face the Creator.

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