Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

[POV.AUTOR] Alyra Annasha

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The man in the mask, drove Alya to the front of the gate. Still trying to hide his face, he handed over the groceries to the security guard at the mansion, Raikhan's parents.

"Thank you, I've delivered the bill... Sorry troublesome.." Alya thanked the masked man, with a smile that adorned her beautiful lips. Still looking down, the man wrote a reply for Alya...

Both Ma'am, I don't feel bothered... Next time, if you need more help, In shaa Allah I am ready...

Alya chuckled at the writing of the masked man. Because just this time, he was communicating in an inappropriate way...

"Hhhhehe... Sorry, if I ask.. I wonder, why do you always put your face down..? And..., is it true that Mas can't speak..?"

The man was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking with the answer he was going to give...

I bowed my face in embarrassment and tried to keep my eyes.. I can only speak in my heart...

Again2 Alya chuckled at the writing of the masked man...

"Yes.., if you speak only in your heart, I will not hear you... Mmm.., but sorry with my words that are flat-cleplos yes Mas. I'm just kidding.., please don't put it in my heart...! About keeping the view.., I like it... But not because you feel embarrassed or inferior, Mas...!!"

Yes Ma'am... Excuse me.... Take care of his health, Ma'am..! May when it is time to give birth, Ma'am be given smoothness, ease, and safety. So too with the little guy.... Aami...

Alya smiled reading the man's writing...

"Aamiin, thank you... If I could talk, I'm sure.. She is someone who is very caring and caring... Congratulations on continuing your work, Matt..."

The masked man replied to Alya by nodding his head... He walked away from Alya, who was still standing in front of the gate...

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Inside the house, Bi Ijah was waiting for Alya with a feeling of worry, because it had been an hour her little mistress had not come yet.

The Ting.tong....

The sound of bells...

"Asalamu'alaikum Bi...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Reply Bi Ijah.., the middle-aged woman immediately opened the door.

"Mrs petitlll.... Why so long..? Aunt's worried..."

"Hhhhehe.., just an hour Bi..." Alya smiled at the expression on Bi Ijah's face that was filled with worry. He went inside the house and walked to the living room, followed by Bi Ijah.

"But Aunt is still worried about Nyah..."

Alya sat on the sofa leaning back, and her legs were crossed.

"Yes Bi.., sorry... Bi Ijah, don't call Alya little mistress...! Just call Alya...!"

"Well why Nyah...?" Bi Ijah frowned.

"Alya has said many times Bi.., because it is not comfortable with the call..."

"Yaaa.., her mistress is cute, her face is much less.., hhhhehehe..." Bi Ijah smiled broadly at Alya's face that looked pouting. Alya and Bi Ijah often joked, both of them looking nothing like employers and subordinates.

"Hmmmm.., still Bi.. Alya's age is already 23 years.., later thought to be still a child, you know, if called by the name of little mistress..." Bi Ijah sat down beside Alya, and massaged his pregnant legs slowly.

"What does the lady want to be called....?"

"Bak Alya is Bi..." Alya laughed loudly.

"That wouldn't be Bi...."

"Well.., from now on.., Bi Ijah will call..." Alya's eyes seemed to sparkle hearing Bi Ijah's words.

"Asekkkkk.., thanks Bi Ijah syantikkk..."

"Sama2 Ma'am Alya cute...."

They both laughed....

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The wall clock is at half-five in the afternoon.

Papa Abraham, Mama Shela and Raikhan have returned home. After cleansing the body, they sit down to relax with their respective partners2.

Papa Abraham and Mama Shela, watching TV in the living room. Alya and Raikhan were sitting next to each other on a bench in the back garden. Raikhan's burly hands clasped his wife's shoulders. Alya.., resting her head on the chest of her handsome husband's field. They are in the middle of a conversation.

"Mas.., what about the two guests from Jakarta...., they enjoy traveling..?"

"Yes Yank... They enjoyed it very much..."

"Thankful Alhamdulillah... I miss you Mas.., I always wanted to be by your side.."

"Yes my dear.., so am I... It felt like a second could not leave my cute wife..." Raikhan kissed the top of his wife's head tenderly.

"Mas.., never leave Alya yes...! I don't know why, some days I feel bad. Like a feeling, a fear of loss...."

"Darling don't think of anything..! Poor our little princess... In shaa Allah, this handsome husband of yours will always keep..."

"Heem Mas's... I love you my husband..." Alya's words, instantly made Raikhan very happy. During marriage, the wife never said a word of love let alone love to him.

"Read more Yank..!"

"I love you my husband..." Raikhan showered the kiss on his wife's face with love.

"I love you, too, my wife... How very happy your husband is to hear the words I have always waited for as long as we married Yank..."

"I'm sorry, because I wasn't sure how I felt..."

"Yes dear.., I understand him... Most importantly, now my feelings have been reciprocated.. How grateful I am to Him for being given the gift of perfect love...." Raikhan's eyes look teary... He was very grateful for the perfection of love given by God, as the most beautiful gift....

"I also feel very grateful... Oiya, whose name is our little daughter, Yeobo...?"

Alya chuckles at Raikhan as yeobo...

"Yeobo...?" Raikhan frowned.

"Hhhhhaha... The Korean oppa of the time does not know what it means...?" Alya was chuckling..

As usual, if Raikhan is anxious...

"What is Yank..., meaning yeobo..?"

"Xixixi..., that's a Korean call.., Oppa..."

"Yes Allah Yank...., why not just Hubby sich..?"

"Achhhh.., many have used the call Mas..."

"Hmmm... Yank, what if our daughter is named Alyra Annasya...?"

"A pretty good name... What does my husband mean...?"

"Alyra.., the combination of the names Alya and Raikhan... The name Alyra Annasya.., has the meaning of a baby girl who is full of success and always spreads affection..."

"God willing, Yeoboku is smart and creative too yes, giving our little princess a name.." Alya's eyes look sparkling, his hands rubbing the stomach that has grown.

"Yes donk... Whose husband was it..?? Hhhaha..." Raikhan smiled widely, his hand rubbed the wife's stomach. It was the movement of the little angel, who seemed to be happy.. 😘😘😘