Marrying a Muslim Woman

Chapter 69. Mimipi Almaira

Alvian's car had been parked perfectly in the garage and Alvian immediately entered the house. But Alvian was surprised, this time Almaira did not welcome his return. It's not like Almaira usually is. However, Alvian was more positive, maybe his wife was praying so did not welcome him.

With wide strides, Alvian climbed up the stairs and was right at the door of her and Almaira's room. The dimly heard the melodious voice of Almaira who was chanting the holy verse of the Qur'an, then Alvian went straight into the room with a greeting. "Assalamualaik."

Hearing the door of the room opened and greeting from the voice that Almaira was waiting for, making Almaira look back and right, he was her husband Alvian—.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, are you home?" almaira asked as she closed the Qur'an she had just read, and put it back into place, immediately approaching her husband.

Alvian's face was exhausted, so Alvian only answered with a nod of his head.

"Mas, sorry just now Maira did not welcome Mas," said Almaira who was afraid to make her husband disappointed.

"It's okay, besides Mas was heard the sound of you chanting the holy verse of the Qur'an very melodious."

Then Almaira smiled, her husband could always make her not feel guilty.

"Honey, Mas want to clean first Mas's sticky body is well," said Alvian, while removing the attached suit from his body.

"Here, let Maira help Mas," said Almaira because she saw her husband's soy sauce that made Almaira could not bear, if not make it.

Alvian smiled at Almaira, looking at her beautiful face that she missed so much. Almaira's face looks so shady and pleasing to the eye, making Alvian turn to anyone.

After Almaira finished helping her husband, Almaira rushed back to release the face she was still wearing. Not to forget, Almaira also prepared a change of clothes for her husband.

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Seeing that Almaira was being pityed, Alvian must have been very tired who continued to work endlessly to provide for her, but Almaira had not been able to provide anything that made Alvian happy.

Long pensive, finally crossed an idea that was able to make Alvian not much thought. Perhaps it was time for Almaira to give her most precious thing to her. Skip~ please forgive well.

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The wild moon radiated beautifully, making everyone sleep soundly. A woman walks around such a beautiful place, her plants neatly arranged, various well-preserved plants, and such a beautiful scenery.

Long time around, until now he did not know the place. In the end, Almaira was pensive and sat on a chair there, staring at the beautiful scenery.

A boy ran towards her, making Almaira happy. The boy continued walking towards her, smiling gently at her. Without permission from Almaira, the child hugged her so tightly, implied a sense of tenderness and affection of a mother to Almaira. The boy was so handsome, his face was white, his nose was pointed, and it almost resembled Alvian.

Unknowingly Almaira was swept away in the tenderness of the child who was hugging her body very tightly. However, the moment Almaira opened both her eyes. The boy was gone, where he went. Almaira was so astonished, immediately Almaira was surprised because there was a hand holding his shoulder. As she turned around, Almaira found her husband standing behind her. Almaira could not say anything and just hugged her husband's body.

In the end, Almaira woke up in the middle of the night. Slowly both of her eyes opened. Looking at his surroundings that were much different from where he had previously been. Beside him was Alvian who was asleep, and Almaira smiled at him.

"It turns out that it was mimipi, if it was real. Maira will be happy. That boy looks a lot like you, Mas. He's so handsome. Her face beamingly hugged Maira and disappeared just like that" muttered Almaira as she gently stroked the face of her husband who was still fast asleep.

Then Almaira returned, lying next to her husband while looking at her husband's face and without feeling, she fell asleep again so comfortably.

The dream that Almaira had, was very beautiful. As if the dream was real and Almaira embraced the boy affectionately, unknowingly, it was just a dream.