Married Because of Ijbar

Chapters 30. Beautiful as Habibatu Rasulillah

“Aready?” ask Khayru before coming out of her room.

“Siapp!!” Maula looked up as she finished her shoelace ties.

“Dibully again, ready?”

“Dibully?” Maula frowned.

“Kaya don't know. Every time we come out of the room together, there are always souls waiting for us below,” he explained with a laugh.

“Hhaa ha ... ART Absurd means?” Maula laughed too. “War I want nonjok Brother yesterday. Ck ...” Raising the corners of his lips.

“Loh, those who are wrong why should Brother be hit?” Khayru squatted while pulling the other leg of Maula. Helps tie the shoelaces so that they finish faster.

“How much did I get treated so rich. My neat hood was made a mess. I'm tickled by the neck I touched with them, Bang. Kelewat Absurd emang,” gritted.

Khayru laughed again. “Free Brother Prevent. They won't stop until they find it.”

“Find what?!” The tone is a little up.

“Jejak Abang .. may.” Khayru shrugged her shoulders.

“It usually is. If the bride is newlywed, her neck likes red. They said it was a sign of ownership.”

“Once in a while we have to make a cake sign, Dek. Let Bik Sulis, Mbak Tini same Neneng not curious anymore.” Smirk.

“Akh .. not really. Early in the morning, Brother's brain asked to be swept aja.” He got up and ruffled Khayru's hair until it fell apart. “Let's wash his brain first to be clean. If you do not, I spray use insecticide, so it is not covered by flies.”

Aduuhh, he thinks this brain can be picked up from what garbage can?

Khayru woke up staring at her look in the mirror.“No more hair, hair? You made a gini cake earlier.” Khayru asked Maula to restore her hairstyle, but Maula ignored it, instead waltzing out while singing and jumping around.

“Awas, yes! Bad boy cake you can Throw to Ciliwung.” times He chased after and then raised the small body of the Maula lightly.

“Astagfirullah!” The shocked maula, trying to escape. “Download no, Bang?!”

“Now!”

“Down now!” He put his feet in the air.

“You if you are naughty stay brother Cemplungin to the pool, right. Very easy.” While walking down the stairs.

“Iya, Bang. Forgiver. I look at her hair again. Already, go down first. Booth!”

Khayru also lowered Maula while holding her left hand so as not to run away.

“This is what if his hand is not removed like this?” He tried to let go of his grip.

“Pake right hand right, can.”

“Ya has faltered,” he said while looking back, calling one of ART.

“Iya, Non. What's up Non?” Neneng came in a hurry.

“Ambilin brush washing dong for combing hair Brother,” lips.

“Washing brush?!”

“Yang is right. Time pack brush?”

“Sini, Sir, let Neneng. If Non Maula does not want to comb the hair Mr.” Neneng advanced while grinning.

“No! There far and wide!” Maula shook her hand. “Combining the husband's hair, is a reward for the wife,” her mouthpiece.

“Nah, that's tau.”

They headed for the dining room after Maula finished tidying her husband's hair. As a result got a lot of questions because of Khayru hair model that suddenly changed than usual. It's Maula who changed the most contemporary Come over hairstyle into the cut Bowl of Korean stars.

“Udah don't at protests. This is to get around our age difference, Bang. ABG kek I will have to be with a cool guy, dong.” kilahnya.

“Suami is so cool, Non,” said Bik Sulis after putting the dishes on the table, then go to the kitchen.

“Dengerin tuh.” Khayru barked as she began to sit down.

From the direction of the kitchen, Bik Sulis gave orders to Tini and Neneng.

Tin, continue cleaning upstairs only. Neneng selesein laundry in Laundy room. Dining table let auntie do it!

He soon returned with a variety of dishes from the kitchen.

“If made even cooler later Non Maula herself who bothered,” Bik Sulis continued on Maula.

“Can't sleep later, afraid her husband taken people.”

“Betul, Bik! Next month raise Bibik.” salary With a loud and proud voice.

“Dihh ... his bribe went up in salary, it turns out,” muttered Maula followed by the laughter of her husband.

The first day of school, there was something different because Maula did not see Ariel in her class. Even in the area where they met. After he asked his classmates, they no one knew because it was the first day. Ariel did not go to school without news.

Ariel and Maula, both people who do not have many friends. If one of them did not exist, then he would be like a mute person. Not making a sound.

“Duh, Ariel to where, yes?”

“Do-not him ...”

After school, Maula plans to come to Ariel's house. Want to make sure of his condition. However, when he wanted to call a taxi, Khayru's car horn suddenly rang. Inevitably, he undoes his intentions and gets into the car with a disappointed heart.

“Where were you going?” Khayru noticed the slightly moody Maula.

“I guess, Brother didn't pick me up, so I called a taxi,” he replied uninspired.

“You will know that Brother will always escort you.”

“Bang, may, no, I ask for my phone again?”

“Hmm ... Okay, you'll find him at home. Brother forgot to nyimpen his cake Sampe forgot to return with you.”

Maula started to smile because after her phone came back, she could contact Ariel again.

“We stopped by the jewelry store first, yeah. Bentar.”

“Ngapain?”

“Not that ring is too small? We buy a new one, how?”

“No! No need!” the maula quickly.

“Let's be counted people, Brother stingy, again.”

“This ring is evidence of brother's crime. Why replace?”

“Crime?” Khayru's face shriveled.

“Abang married minors. By force, again.”

Telak, Khayru immediately reached Maula's head from the side.

“Aww...!”While rubbing his head. “Yes Allah! Don't let orphans be wronged like this.” He pulled a sour face while throbbing.

Hurriedly Khayru grabbed Maula's shoulder while rubbing her head, with her left hand. “Sorry, sorry. You are wrong, you accidentally. Don't be angry, yes, your beautiful wife looks like Sayyidah Aisyah r.a.”

“What's beautiful little wife Rosulullah, Bang?”

“Do not know, have never met. But he said, The *Habibatu Rasulillah* (The woman whom Allah's Apostle loves) has curly hair, white skin and blushing cheeks.” Khayru looked at the smiling Maula as she touched her red cheek.

“Which is clear, Aisyah r.a, no puffiness and rich sun smell you.” Sucking his nose into Maula's body.

“Terus aja. Make me fly around, that brother throw me from the top *everest*.” While removing Khayru's hand that is still circular.

“Kanda, dong. You're beautiful. Brother seriously.”

KIA Sonet 7 maroon red, sloping on a carport that is enough to accommodate three-four cars, in the yard of their home.

Arriving at home, Maula did not stop collecting cellphones that were out of nowhere. Maybe because it was stored for too long, it ran out of batteries. Can't be contacted. Khayru offers her mobile phone if she really needs it. Or maybe, he could buy a new, better phone. However, Maula refused. He just wanted to find his old phone.

Before long, Khayru showed the thing he was looking for right in front of Maula's overstretched face.

“This ... do not forget the contents of the battre first.”

Maula breathed a sigh of relief while smiling. “Finally ...”

He immediately connected the thing to the charger. Impatiently waiting for him is exactly like waiting for a girlfriend to come home.

“Mandi first, pray first, keep eating. No need to wait, it will also be full by yourself,” said Khayru while opening the door and then stepping into her room.

After finishing the prayer, Maula again saw the screen of a cellphone that has been charged 40%. Enough to turn on the gadget, no need to wait until it is fully charged.

“*Maxi*, yuk,” invite Khayru after a few minutes.

He came in, but Maula seemed oblivious to his arrival. Just busy reading Whatapp chat that's been coming in for the past week. His eyes look glassy. Eventually, the red cheeks became wet.

To Be Continued ....