Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 22

Ayu opened her sore eyes, then she looked around and found herself in the hospital.

"Aware?" The question came from a man who was a doctor at the hospital.

"Who brought me here?" Ayu asked back.

"I don't know either, you were here and I was just in charge of checking you out" the doctor explained and gave Ayu a bowl of porridge.

"Thank you." Ayu smiled and accepted the porridge.

Just one mouthful, he again thought about Rifky which made his appetite decrease.

Her tears fell back as she recalled Rifky saying that she was married.

Should this hurt?

The woman smiled bitterly considering the shadow of Rifky that flashed through her mind. His hope of having Rifky had been dashed by a reality so bitter for him to accept.

Ah, should he reveal the fate that has been written in his life? Even so it scratched his heart's eyes.

'Come on Ayu .. Try forgetting Rifky! And find your own happiness!' The woman sighed, trying to strengthen her heart.

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Finished the dzuhur prayer, Rifky still continues to keep Naira who has not realized for three days. The man clasped his wife's hand tightly and stroked Naira's head gently and affectionately.

Suddenly the tiny fingers moved slowly, and little by little the long-closed eyes opened.

"Naira!" call Rifky with a radiant face. "You're aware, honey." Rifky looked into Naira's sad eyes and did not let go of her hand.

"Mas, Rifky ...," call Naira quietly.

"Yes, Honey. This, Mas." Rifky kissed Naira's forehead, making Naira again close her eyes for a moment to enjoy the touch.

"My head hurts, Mas," Naira confronts while grimacing and holding her head.

"Before, I'll call the doctor first." Rifky walked outside to call the doctor.

"How, Doc?" rifky asked the doctor who had just finished examining Naira.

"The situation has improved, I will make a prescription. But don't let him move too much because it affects the pain in his head" explained the doctor and immediately made a prescription for Naira.

"Okay, Doctor." Rifky smiled happily.

Rifky continues to kiss Naira's hand so happy to see Naira awake. After three days of weakness, he felt homesick with his wife.

Before long, came a nurse with a tray in her hand. He gave the porridge and medicine to Rifky, then went outside leaving the two of them.

"You eat first, yeah, honey." Rifky drank some water and started feeding Naira.

"Am I going to be given medicine again, Mom?" naira looked at Rifky.

"Whoa, Sweetheart. Let it heal quickly" replied Rifky smiling. Gently his hands cleaned the food scraps on the edge of Naira's lips.

"But it's bitter, Mas. I don't want to." Naira's tears began to fill the corner of her eyes.

"Darling .. You can't do that, ah. Take the medicine to get well quickly, yes!" rifky persuaded his wife.

There was no way that if he had to force Naira like before, his little wife had just woken up from a coma.

Naira finally accepts Rifky's appeal despite her painstaking swallowing of the bitter medicine.

"Bitter ...." Naira narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips held a bitter, unpleasant taste on the tongue. Moreover, the condition is now only human, even the porridge feels bitter, how is the medicine?

Seeing Naira like that, Rifky quickly grabbed her cherry lips.

"Well, isn't that bitter?" rifky asked after kissing his wife's lips.

"Mas! Just healed up playing nyosor!" pissed Naira. However, he could do nothing but blush his lips.

A smile was again painted on Rifky's lips when he found Naira was like before.

"Where's Papa's mom, Mas?" asked Naira who hadn't seen her parents since.

"Mama just came home earlier, abis you really long sleep," replied Rifky with a made-up look, just want to attract the attention of Naira alone. He wants to hang out with his wife.

"Owh." Naira turned her head around and looked at the ceiling of the room.

"Just, oh?" rifky asked and looked at Naira.

"Continue?" Naira raised her eyebrows.

Rifky did not answer, he raised Naira's right hand and touched her left cheek.

"Get well soon, yes, dear," said Rifky and smiled sweetly at Naira.

Naira returned the smile of her husband and stroked Rifky's cheek.

"Mas ...?" Naira whining.

"Why, honey, hm?"

"Ice cream maker," pinta Naira said.

"You can't eat ice cream just yet, ' it hasn't recovered. Nih, it's still a little hot" Rifky said as he touched Naira's forehead.

"Mas .. I'm healed. Ice cream ...." Naira asked with a smile and opened her eyes.

Do not forget his hand to hold Rifky's hand to want to fulfill his wishes.

"No, I can't!" firmly Rifky, but with a slightly soft tone.

"Mas!" Naira threw Rifky's hand and threw away her face.

"Honey .. don't need gini, dong. If you're cured, buyin, really." Rifky turned Naira's face to look at her, and found Naira who had pursed her lips.

"Really, huh?" Naira.

"Yes," replied Rifky smiling. Then hugged Naira in a sleeping position.

Naira stroked her husband's head which made Rifky lulled over Naira's gentle touch. Rifky held Naira's cheek and stroked the chubby cheek gently.

Netra they met and hinted at each other's longing. Rifky raised his head, then brought his face closer to Naira. The breath of the two fused together, and ....

Repeated again!

Rifky m*****t Naira's little lip plan that always makes opium for her. Second by second they enjoy it, but baby ....

Chequek!

"Nai-"

"Astaghfiullah! I didn't see!"

Rifky looked towards the door that had closed again.

Wh who?

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TBC.