
Reyhan and Rania will stay in a beachfront hotel for a week, spending time alone without any interference from others.
mumpung mother is going on a pilgrimage around the island of Java, all Reyhan and Rania go around to the island of romance, embracing the pleasure of love, heaven of the world that has been halal and got his Ridho.
It is true that Reyhan said a few days ago, if it has been repeatedly the pain will be gone, replaced by a sense of worthless pleasure, it is worth many people to do adultery, Zina,
because the pleasure is amazing.
Let alone the newlyweds, the condition of the body is still fresh-freshnya, young souls still master.
make them feel at home for a long time in the room, combining love, before there is interference from the baby due to the scrumptious struggles they do.
for example, Reyhan and Rania at this time, regardless of how many times they have been in contact, not just night, day was a target, which is important the maximum satisfaction they get.
love, a delayed honeymoon???
whatever matters they are happy.
So delicious, the ringing of the phone or the knocking of the door was never ignored, before both were satisfied
Like this afternoon, the air outside is hot.
scorching sun, ultraviolet light.
they don't care.
so did the room that Reyhan and Rania occupied, the heat, controlling both, sweat pouring down the body.
air conditioning, as if it weren't working,
Even the ringing of the cell phone itself sounded unheeded.
It was only after the two reached satisfaction that Reyhan immediately got up, Reyhan immediately got up,
I saw Rania's phone ringing
showing the name. _ibu_ of the call,
Reyhan's fingers will touch the green button, wanting to lift the call from her mother, but Rania's hands rush to snatch.
Undeterred, Reyhan immediately sat his ass beside Rania, so that his face was seen on the mobile phone screen.
" sono mas, don't bother me"
Rania's eyes bulged, forbidding her husband to sit next to her,
Rania is still not ready, if her mother knows her relationship with Reyhan has improved.
especially the position of his mother who is far away,
worried, his mother's mind is not calm, and will interfere with worship, and the condition of his body.
" Asalamualaikum......"
rania said after sliding the green button, showing the face of her mother, who was exhausted, and who was,
" Greetings wa'alaikum......"
his mother's eyes squinted, looking at the room where Rania was, like not at home.
" where are you???? doesn't it seem like home????
mother began to interrogate, worried about the situation of her daughter, although not a real daughter, Nasihah's mother loved Rania as much as her own daughter, she was the first person who did not want to, Rania hurt Reyhan.
Rania hesitates, confused as to what to answer, the girl bites her fingers, thinking, what's the right answer , so that her mother believes, it's impossible for her to tell the truth, if he was with his son at this time, his mother would be furious.
" are you okay, baby???????"
" yes ma'am, Rania's good"
" why is your appearance disheveled, dear,???
you're not wearing clothes?????
where are you?????"
Rania realized her appearance now,
he was still plain, without a thread, his hair was also disheveled.
the girl lowered her head.
the mother is increasingly curious, the whereabouts of her daughter, especially now that her daughter is difficult to contact.
" where are you?????"
nasiha's mother is getting worried, though,
though his body felt tired, just from the tomb of Sunan Muria, down on foot with the entourage, while looking at the seller who lined up neatly on the left right.
while departing, the whole group took ojek, passing the winding road beside the ravine, and after the pilgrimage, they decided to walk down the stairs made of stone.
dozens of stairs they went through.
and now, the mother of Nasihah has come downstairs, resting while waiting for another group that has not come, he said,
they're still on the stairs, though,
just rest, or buy souvenirs typical of Sunan Muria.
" mommy forgive Rania, as long as mom goes , Rania does not sell, Rania goes to the place of mama, and Rania's friend named Madam Narti, who is not selling,
because his son was hospitalized"
Rania did not dare to look at her mother,
nasiha's mother breathed a sigh of relief,
" means you're in Irma's house now????"
" sorry Mom, Rania's just gonna take a shower,"
" hemmmmmm....... You must be busy, cook, play with baby Boy until you forget your phone????"
Rania only grinned, showing her rows of teeth.
" yes it's connected next time . It's already going to leave the bus.
dear assalamualaikum,"
" Wa'alaikum greetings mother, take care of your health"
phone line disconnected. Nasiha shook her head to look at her phone, she thought Rania's phone, in silent mode, worried that the sound would disturb the little boy, if it was crying it would be difficult to calm down . and the girl was forgetful because she was cooking with Irma.
He already understood how Irma, a hobby of cooking, always wanted to try new dishes, but always failed.
surely Irma is very happy, there is a friend . especially after knowing that Rania has inherited her expertise in making cakes.
nasiha's mother also did not contact Irma,
usually, after the birth of Boy, son of Jonathan, Irma seemed not to care about his phone, sometimes his phone was left until it ran out of battery, or forgot to put it.
too excited about his new grandson.
Nasiha's mother let out a long sigh, staring at the sky through the glass window in the bus that started moving leaving the parking area .
if only his son had loved Rania
I also want to feel like I have a grandchild.
playing together, romp.
nasihah's mother could imagine how happy Irma was with her granddaughter.
almost every day his grandson is always timang-timang, join in the night
especially now that baby Boy can see, surely Irma's happiness increases
because his grandson can already be spoken to, pay attention to every movement and object.
o Allah.......
Only that sentence could Ibu Nasiha say in her heart, as a calmness to her wish just now
asking for the best in the future.