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Scrapings.

In the morning, El and Afifah were ready to go home.

sanjaya himself understood, that El did not want to linger in the city especially mixing afifah with lastri.

"What's my motorcycle?"

Jesus, the four afifah asked about the bike.

"I sold it!" annoyed El

"Kok sold anyway mas, not yet one year. continue later if I want to shop how?"

El was silent, looking at the wife's face meaningfully.

"Why look at me anyway"

"Keep her nagging, love her look. make her gnarly"

cup

El kisses afifah's lips.

Afifah himself was instantly embarrassed, he lowered his head hiding his red face.

El already knew and memorized, he smiled to see his wife embarrassed like that.

After El leaves, Sanjaya goes to the office. Lastri, Endang and Rani immediately left as well. Their goal was to go to the shaman's house, as planned last night.

the car that was driven by Lastri entered a fairly small village.

The streets are also very muddy, making Lastri not stop complaining.

"You're a village girl, you used to love to go to the rice fields.so don't let it down" said the grumble to her sister, Lastri.

"If it's not El's legacy, where would I walk here, ihhhh" Lastri replied in an arrogant tone.

after a long walk, now the three of them reached the wooden house, after knocking on the door, came out the figure of an old woman, and immediately let them in.

"Bah, I want to separate my son and daughter-in-law. Let my son marry my niece" Lastri said after sitting in front of the old man

the old man just nodded while closing his eyes.

"Can you be Mbah?"

slowly, the old man called Mbah Karno opened his eyes.

"Wait for the night of the full moon, I'll send something to your son's body to hate his wife"

"Don't get my daughter-in-law pregnant"

"it's easy business"

.....

On the other hand, El and Afifah have just arrived at his house.

they go straight in, shower and pray.

Today is the first time El wants to be a prayer priest.

*Bismillahi rahmani rokhim.

O Allah, Forgive us all the sins of the servant and all the families of the servant.Remove all the diseases of the heart in us, and set our faith and fear in us.Protect us from the damned demons.

O God, love us, love us.

Give our family a blessing.

Avoid us from the unwholesome.

And may we also soon have offspring, the sholeh and the sholihah.

aamiin*bg*...

"Aamiin" said the afifah after a whimper.

El turned around, then the afifah kissed his hand.

"I am still the hafalin stage of prayer, before I memorize so the prayer used Indonesian first heheh" said El after kissing the forehead afifah

"Yes, we learn together."

El nodded.

"Let's take a nap" asked El

"Yes, for a minute, I'm taking all this."

afifah is still busy cleaning the prayer mat, mukena her. tidying up and putting it back into the basket. But El seems impatient, he is getting annoyed when afifah continues his activities cleaning the table

"Later on, let's go to sleep" asked El in annoyance

"You go to sleep first, I haven't cooked for later either."

"Well!" the firm voice of el stopped the afifah activity that was tidying up the room because it had been more than a week no one cleaned. whereas bi sugiati not allowed to enter there.

Afifah ran, went straight to sleep and got into the blanket out of fear.

"Yes mas, this is sleeping" the manyun afifah looked up, looking at her husband who was now smiling triumphantly.

"Obviously, before we go to sleep... "

"I'm tired mas, later tonight yes" refused afifah

"if Night is sure, but now it is"

"It's not good to refuse a husband"

that's a man's weapon to deceive women.

in the end, the afifah just resigned, he participated in enjoying it. somehow how many times and how long they did it. For sure now they are equally limp, sleep cuddling.

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In the afternoon, el opened his eyes, but did not see the afifah there.

The smell of the aroma of cooking, making el tau if afifah has been awake and cooking for her.

krucuk...

the sound of el's stomach was ringing, el then took a bath and performed the ashar prayer.

"Mas, just woke up?" ask afifah when she sees el just coming down the stairs

"Udah from now on, make me tea yes fah"

"Aren't you praying Ashar mas?"

"Have you seen me wearing this shirt?"

afifah was busy cooking, unaware of her husband's clothes.

"You can wear your own gloves? Alhamdulillah" there is a sense of happiness in the heart of afifah, when El want and can wear a sarong.

"It's not your great husband"

Basic El!!

"Yes-iya very great" the afifah walked up to El while carrying a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits.

after putting it in front of El, the afifah sat there looking at her husband's very handsome face.

"Mas, I want to go to mom's house tomorrow. Can you?"

El was silent, he was still thinking about the afifah request.

"Wait for me to get home from work, let's go together"

afifah pouted, of course disappointed by El's decision.he nodded then stood up, about to continue his cooking ritual.

but suddenly El pulled the hand of the afifah, so that the afifah fell, in the lap of El "OK, tomorrow can go to the mother's house. Now don't be that manyun"

Lose out! He lost to afifah. Even El could not see the manyun afifah, in El's heart, he was very afraid his wife was angry.

Afifah smiled broadly "Thank you mas"

"Jam 9 andi will take you. I will also have lunch at mom's house, so you do not have to go home. afternoon when I come home from work when I pick you up"

Afifah was silent, but he did not mind all that "OK" afifah blinked one eye.

Now El began to be overprotective, he did not want anything to happen with the afifah. former lover afifah still approached afifah, as well as the rich widower who had proposed afifah.

Although the afifah never thought of the two young men, but the sense of loss of afifah continued to haunt El. He did not believe the two young men, because El knew for himself how the two young men still disturb the affifah.

After praying at the mosque near El's house, the afifah invited El to the Hajj pack store to buy chocolate and cheese.

but when the afifah is about to make bread, the stomach afifah feels nauseous, he wants to vomit when smelling the aroma of cheese that is actually not stinging in the nose.

"I like it to catch a cold" said afifah after cleaning the ingredients to make bread

"Yes, next time just make the bread. I want kerokin?"

"Can you crack my back?"

"Bare, used to be grandma's kerokin grandpa"

Afifah smiled, apparently even though El Bule's grandfather, he had scraped, hahaha..

El rubbed the stomach and chest of the affifa with Eucalyptus oil, after which very painstakingly and slowly, El Scrubbed the back of the afifah.

"Red, you really catch a cold"

"yes mas, this is a bit meningan. indeed in medical science, gini scrapings can overcome colds huh mas?"

"There is nothing, this scraping is only a traditional therapy of Indonesian society. It used to be no longer want scrapings, but the benefits of scrapings do exist. so I am not too dizzy to think about the problem of scraping... "

haven't had time to finish his sentence ifah already cut his "You scrapes too mas?"

"Yes, but most often kak byan. he likes to go out at night. surely at 2 or 3 am he woke me up, ask for kerokin"

Afifah laughs curled up, not expecting the classmate Sanjaya family likes scrapes too.

**So long ago yes guys, the author will be as soon as possible.

sorry a few days not up, because there is no time and there are other activities in the real world that take up a lot of time, as a result can only write a story next door.

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