Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 88

“Good Arini, I will convey after Maula finished shower.”

Maula had just come out of the bathroom when she heard her husband's last conversation with dr. Arini's.

“Who, Bang?” Maula approached as she wrapped a towel around her head.

“Doctor Arini,” replied who was sitting on the edge of the bed at the time.

Moments Maula's face warmed up. She was stunned and realized that there was something she had not told her husband. He reached out to ask for a cellphone that was still in Khayru's grasp. “I want to call dr. Arini, Bang.”

Instead of returning the phone, Khayru kept it away. “No need. He just said, the therapy schedule is pushed back tomorrow.” Khayru looked up at the face of Maula who was standing before her. He saw clearly, the face of the wife, suddenly changed.

“Doctor Arini... he... said what else is the same Brother?” His voice is a little blotted out. It does not feel ready if the BPD she suffered must be known to her husband.

Khayru shook her head, not wanting to make his wife even more frightened. He pulled Maula's body and sat her on the lap and hugged her. “Doctors Arini and Tristan, their college friends Abang.”

“That means, he's told me all about me.”

“Abang apologies.”

“Abang apologizes too often. I don't even know, wrong Brother where.”

“Don't keep anything secret from brother. Tell me everything even if it's just about an ant bothering you.”

“Doctor Arini said, the symptoms of BPD I suffered, will disappear with age. Don't worry too much about it.”

“Do not forget, This brother is your husband.” He hugged until his head he rested on Maula's neck. “Don't ask Brother not to worry.”

“Which I may have forgotten.” Maula returned a hug while kissing her husband's head. “Evennight..”.

“What's night?”

“Gak nothing.” Maula avoided her husband's gaze as she hurriedly got up from his lap. However, Khayru held him back.

“Not today will be busy help Brother Tia and Om Aldi?” Maula is still trying to escape from her husband's grip.

“Say first, last night why?” He slowly pulled the towel that covered his wife's head and threw it on the bed. The other hand is no less ignorant, pulling the bathrobe strap on the waist of the Maula until it opens.

“I mean.. Last night I proved that my brother is my husband. Now release his hand.”

“Sorry, can't be removed. Brother is already on again.” He put his wife on the bed and pulled the blanket.

“Abang, the sheets used last night just not washed,” always while pointing at the pile of laundry near the bathroom door.

“No problem.” Khayru doesn't take a headache.

“Abang! we haven't had breakfast,” yet while holding her husband's body.

“Tadi has been stuffed with a piece of toast,” he said as he glanced at the plate of used bread next to the sweet tea cup.

“But we want to leave.”

“It's okay. Can go siangan.”

“Abang...” And Maula was at a loss for words to reject him.

After finishing the bath for the umpteenth time, Maula preferred to wait for her husband downstairs. However, when he passed through his parents' room, he suddenly wanted to go in there. Long rooms are not occupied, but are still cleaned every day.

“Hope is bad luck, yes, Mister?”

“Surely have had another breakfast earlier in the room.” They chuckled at Khayru's slightly flushed face.

“Ehm, Where's the Maula? She has breakfast yet?” Khayru tried to shift the topic.

“However do I find Maula first.” He remembered the door to his parents' room that was open. He was sure Maula was there.

After combing every corner of the room, touching the beloved belongings of her parents, Maula stood looking at the family photo attached to the wall.

Suddenly, Khayru hugged him from behind while also looking at the family photo attached.

“That little girl, now it's pinter nyenengin husband.” He pointed at the photo of the little girl in his father's lap. “No one can beat him.”

Maula elbowed her husband's stomach while turning her face back. “Breakfast, Bang, come!”

“Oh, yes, yes. Come breakfast.” While rubbing the flat stomach of Maula. “How will our baby grow here later? If his mother is hungry.”

“Abang, really, which makes me hungry.”

“Hahaha.. yes, sorry, sorry.” He pushed Maula's body into the dining room without letting go of her coiled arms.

A week later, the wedding of Katia and Aldi was held no less lively. As a wedding present, Khayru presented her with a honeymoon ticket to Japan. Not just a ticket, but it's about vacation time that they rarely get during this time. This is a tribute to those who have worked very hard during Khayru's time in Morocco. In fact, Khayru prioritized their honeymoon more than the honeymoon he postponed.

“What's wrong, anyway, we honeymoon first?”

“If the name continues, I can change my mind, you know, Di. I'll pull again, here's the ticket.”

“Hahaha.. so good people don't have to be nervous, Bro. Ntar reward also nanggung.”

“Udahlah. Enjoy your honeymoon, I'm back at work first.”

Maula gave a hug to Katia. “Have fun, yes. Don't forget his gift, Kak.”

Maula still waved her hand at Katia, although Khayru had already started to pull her hand as she had to leave the airport waiting room immediately. Khayru seemed to be in a hurry because before going to work, she had to stop by Mr. Kiai's house. There were some clothes he had to take there.

“After they come home later, where do you want us to go on our honeymoon?”  tanyanya, when they were already in the guest room Pak Kiai. Khayru folded the clothes Maula took out of the closet and put them in a bag.

Maula did not respond to anything her husband said at the time. She only focused on the pair of jeans found with her husband's shirt. Most astonishingly, he found a fake mustache and looked at it for a long time. Before she decided to ask, she faced her husband and placed the mustache on her lips, until Khayru was a little surprised as she touched the fake mustache above her lips.

Maula looked at her husband's face carefully and then put the jeans belle in front of her body until she came to an unexpected conclusion.

“For what did you lie to me?”

“B-lie?” answer Khayru panic. He again rubbed the black fake mustache.

“Why should I apply?!” His gaze grew fiercer while Khayru became less and less twisted. He simply scratched his head without daring to return Maula's gaze because her questions were so sudden. And any answer at this time, would not be able to satisfy Maula. It would only make him more guilty in his eyes. So, he chose to shut up.

“From yesterday I asked, why not answer?” Maula dropped the jacket in front of her husband. “Udahlah, this room makes me crumple.” He rushed out of the room, but Khayru pulled her hand quickly.

“Ampuun... Brother beg for mercy.” He dared to stare with narrowed eyes. “Honey, life is not too serious. Please Sorry Brother.”

“Don't give me an answer that doesn't make sense, Bang. Unless you want to fast. Don't take me for a month.”

“Ahaha... could my wife. That's the most unskillful punishment, honey. Don't do it-for our mission.”