Love Shielded Risue

breakfasted

After dawn prayers, Bilal again invited Merr to recite. This time he kept his promise, just for a moment. Take the most mandatory to read, after that mengunajat.

But when it was finished Bilal still survived, connecting his dhikr.

"A'a want to connect his dhikr, the same continued dzikir morning. After that, we went out to get breakfast, yeah. No need to cook," he said, nodding his head by Maryam.

At 06:09 the sound of the door opening, Maryam turned to greet him with a smile.

"Udah, A'…?"

"Yes" Bilal replied as he approached. Then give a kiss on the head. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen that lit up in front of him.

"A'a want me to make some coffee first?"

"No, I don't usually have coffee early in the morning. Drink more water if A'a mah. And I had a drink..." Seeing Maryam still looking focused on directing her gaze to the monitor screen, Bilal again teased her with a kiss on the cheek. "What are you again?"

"Ngedit savings chapter Ku. Just reread it."

"Oh..." Bilal mangosteen, seen only five chapters there. He was still standing behind Maryam, with both hands supported on the edge of the table, curling his body from behind.

"What's breakfast?"

"What's it eating, huh?" Bilal asked a little less clearly, as his lips were still stuck to Maryam's head. Inhaling the fragrant aroma of his hair makes him feel at home to smell constantly.

"There is good rice here. A'a want to eat that?" Mary looked at him for a moment.

"Emmm, I don't like the chants. Likes pain in the stomach. The others are yes..."

"What, huh?" his murmur was again staring at the screen with his index finger pressing a button on the mouse. Exit the document menu to the main screen. After that, hold the husband's arm while raising his head to look at the handsome face, Bilal. "Sate won't?"

"Sate Madura?" Bilal patted his own cheek with his index finger. Merr who looked shy then gave a kiss there.

"Yes, in front of the complex there is a morning sale, and it's delicious A'. satay wear lontong," he replied after kissing Bilal's cheek.

"May, many places not?"

"Now clock?" Merr glanced towards the purple-colored alarm clock on the table. "Well, it's starting to get crowded, for sure."

"Yes, we're going there now. If it is not possible to eat there we pack."

Maryam nodded. "I'll change clothes first, yeah."

"Yes, A'a wait in the front," Bilal kisses Merr's head again before reaching for her usual bag, then exits the room.

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The soothing air, with the tinge of sunlight that had just risen gave off a hint of warmth. Uh. no. no. This is Jakarta, of course, the hot air has begun to feel. But the cool air they can still enjoy, blowing quite fast. Along with the speed of two-wheeled vehicles carried by Bilal.

The man looks ordinary. With training pants and a long-sleeved white t-shirt, as well as a circular bag in front of his chest. While Maryam uses a simple robe with an accent of three rimpel colored tosca. Bergo a long rope up to the waist he also chose to cover his crown. Midi dress type game is indeed a favorite of Maryam, for him the type of game is simple for a relaxing moment. It still looks beautiful when used out of the house.

Along the way Bilal speaks a lot, somewhat different from Akhri who if driving more silence, but sometimes humming as well.

Ahh. suddenly remembered Him. Naturally, the former first husband may occasionally be remembered when he found moments that happened to be repeated even now with a new partner again. The man whose stature was more contained than Bilal was still occasionally flashed in Maryam's mind. Especially if you eat food that is Akhri's favorite? Merr must have remembered him.

His hand immediately tightened the embrace on Bilal's waist. His head was stuck on his back.

Sorry A' I accidentally remembered Him. But you will really forget. Once this heart is completely filled with you.

Merr felt guilty but she remained grateful, after several years of feeling the emptiness of the heart and the longing of the unguided, now she could have the strength to further throw away the mass. And then happy with Bilal. Meanwhile the one in front cleared his throat, delighted.

"The handle is tight, I'm not going to fly just because it's skinny," she tapped, with her left hand gently rubbing Mary's hand against her stomach. Maryam's head was slightly tilted, so that her beautiful face could be seen from the rearview mirror. Bilal smiled, before returning to focus looking ahead.

"Loh, if anyone does not invite acquaintances, stay acquaintances only."

"Well, if it's a boy, if it's a girl?"

"Sign up dong, time can't?"

"But..."

"Joking, baby." Bilal laughed as he glanced at the rearview mirror, saw Maryam who frowned fiercely punch his eyes towards the rearview mirror.

Arriving at one of the stalls, they immediately looked for an empty place but it seemed full. Since there are many people sitting on almost all the benches, some are eating or may still be waiting for their order. But what became difficult, not looking for a place, but there were some teenage girls who suddenly ngeh no idol they in this place.

"Oh Allah, Brother Habib– MashaAllah... Assalamualaikum, Sis..." One of them exclaimed. Bilal then put his hands together to greet them all.

"Valayam warahmatullah..." Bilal just smiled. He also took Maryam's hand.

"Sister, can I have a photo? Can ya?"

Bilal glanced at Maryam, the woman seemed to not mind he just smiled and nodded.

"May.but as always, yes. A little set the distance."

"Yes, Brother Bilal..." They are enthusiastic, not exhausted by one horde of teenage girls, some others are the same. Bilal himself became a bit difficult to move, he also served some after that back to lay his hands in front of the chest.

"Sorry, yeah. I'm the same wife, want to eat first" he said slowly. They also agreed, there were even some who greeted Maryam politely. Soon after Bilal took Mary's hand again and took her to another corner.

Maryam sat in front of Bilal with a smile. "Sister Habib–"

"What?"

"ABG all his fans..." Maryam's lead again.

"Astagfirullah, what is this Alhamdulillah?" Bilal's bobbing heads made Maryam laugh.

The atmosphere of the increasingly crowded stalls makes them not so eat in his penpatnya, but choose to be brought home. Not only that there are things that actually make Bilal and Merr uncomfortable.

Because, the longer they are in the stall, the more paparazzi impromptu who secretly take photos of Merr and Bilal. That's society now. Love to capture someone's moments either in the form of videos or photos without permission. And it needs to be underlined, the act is very disrespectful actually and should be avoided.

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At home, one serving on Bilal's plate is up. While on Maryam's plate there are still a few pieces of lontong and five skewers that have not been eaten.

"Spend Merr. It's not good to leave food, it'll be gone."

"I'm full. Can't come anymore."

"Here love me. Let me spend it."

"When did you eat leftovers?"

"No papa leftover wife, mah. But promise, after this if the meal is spent."

"Yes Habib's brother..." Maryam was chin-backed, chuckling. Making Bilal who was about to bite the satellite so urung, he glanced for a moment after it sighed.

"Hemmm, if jealousy says! not in the snout. Later if I can't get anxious because of the code from you. Can I ask for my ration directly, loh!" he answered while continuing to eat.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, A'a!" Maryam snickered and immediately pinched the waist of the husband who immediately laughed.