Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 55's

Arriving home, Rifky gets out of the car and opens the door for Naira. He hugged his wife's waist to enter the house together.

Because of the bad mood, Naira just kept quiet until they stopped in the room. Naira washes her hands and feet, then settles down on the bed.

"Bring and get ready to pray!" Naira had not closed her eyes yet, Rifky had already pulled her back and told her to sit down.

"Ih! What, anyway, Mas? Later!" rebut Naira. His head was tilted back to be dropped onto a pillow, then clenched his eyelids.

"Naira!" Rifky's call sounded cold. Naira opened her eyes and looked at Rifky, soon perhaps she was sitting on her feet when she noticed the unusual look of her husband. Especially with a waist.

"Yes, Mas ...," she answered. Then step into the bathroom according to what Rifky told you.

'Sleeping in anger. It's so bad again!' naira's nagging in the heart. Before closing the bathroom door, his eyes briefly looked at Rifky who was still staring at him as well.

Rifky who had finished his bath, immediately put on clothes to the mosque. Light blue gloves combined with matching clothes are enough to add charisma in the man.

A few minutes he sat on the sofa waiting for the unfinished Naira to take a bath, and that time, he spent recollecting in his heart.

Chequek!

"Have you?" rifky asked when Naira was out with her wet hair.

"It's over!" ketus Naira's. But a little slowly, of course.

"That's his shirt." Rifky pointed at Naira's clothes he had prepared on the bed. Naira nodded and looked at Rifky for a moment, guilt began to tinker with her heart because she had spoken to her husband. Though Rifky was very good, even his clothes were prepared.

As if knowing what Naira's thoughts were, Rifky smiled sweetly in response. For some time it was proven that his tenderness could melt the heart of his irritated wife.

Naira wears her clothes quickly. After that drive Rifky down to go to the mosque.

"Mas leaving, huh?" pamit Rifky's.

"Yes, Mas. Careful," Naira smiled back. That shady smile was what Rifky expected from his wife. His heart will be cooler when he finds the smile of Naira who greatly reconciles him.

Naira walks into the house when Rifky's car disappears from her sight, her eyes staring at the wall clock that shows at 11:38. With a single breath, he smiled riled up. It doesn't feel like parting ways with Rifky for even a moment.

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Two more hours passed, but Rifky had not yet returned from the mosque. Naira kept pacing back and forth in front of her house waiting for her husband's return, and she felt this was already passed from the time Rifky usually came home. Where exactly is Rifky?

"At two o'clock, where's Mas Rifky going, anyway? Don't want to go on what?" muttered Naira fretting. She stared at the gate several times, but there was no sign of her husband coming.

"Wait inside, Neng. Maybe Den Rifky again has business in the mosque," said Bi Ira who suddenly came. The woman chuckled at Naira who was impatiently waiting for her husband.

"Yes, Bi. Hehe. But usually Mas Rifky comes home fast, really. If there's a rush, he'll call." Naira slightly pursed her lips.

"Yes already. Meningan Neng Naira ate first, huh? Must be laper again, right?" Bi Ira led Naira in. However, Naira shook her head.

"Don't do it, Neng. Pity the baby if it's hungry ...," said Bi Ira. Naira was a little surprised to hear Bi Ira say, why didn't she think about her baby from earlier? Why did she suddenly forget that she was pregnant?

"Yes, Naira forgot." Naira scratched her head while grinning the horse.

"Tu, right? Let's eat first. Den Rifky is not worth the wait."

Naira nodded. Bi Ira followed Naira who had walked to the kitchen, the woman immediately prepared her favorite food that still feels warm. What else if not stir-fried kale and fried tofu? Naira has loved that side dish since she got pregnant. Delicious said.

"Auntie Naira's eating, huh?" Naira also brought rice for Bi Ira. Although Bi Ira refused, he did.

They ate together without Rifky. I don't know when the man will be home.

Meanwhile, Rifky was still busy with his car that suddenly jammed on the road, but there was nothing with the vehicle. The man was in a state of confusion now, the road away from the workshop, nor could anyone help him. Rifky continues to tinker with his car engine. But it doesn't want to light up either.

"Astaghfirullah .. Why is this car, anyway? What's broken?" Rifky patted his eel and went back down after trying to start the engine. He again searched the front hood and hoped to find the problem.

Bugh!

"Akh!" Rifky let out a soft scream as he felt a loud punch landing on his nape. Not yet had he turned his head, his consciousness began to disappear due to getting hit for the second time. Without knowing who did it.

"Quick! Put him in my car and don't linger here!" Rani glares at the commanding eyes of his men who are none other than his own employees.

Rifky's car has been taken care of by his other man. They had deliberately trapped Rifky to launch their boss's devious plan.

"Quick! Rifky will wake up!" rani urged.

The speed of the car is increasingly accelerated, and before some time they arrive at the intended place. The house of Rani.

Her entirety lowered Rifky and swept him into the woman's room, while Rani walked over with her cynical smile.

"Please make me a drink!" he told a maid in his house.

"Okay, Him."

"How's it?" rani asked the two who had come out of her room.

"Big!" answer them in unison.

"Now go. Come quickly if I need help!" Rani offers an envelope with enough money to make them smile. The woman had a chest when her employees had gone out of the house.

"This, Him." The housekeeper gave me a glass of drink. Rani took only her glass, and told the middle-aged woman to leave.

Chequek!

The woman walked leisurely towards Rifky after locking the door. A faint smile rose from her lips as she looked at Rifky's face which had already made her infatuated with it.

"Ha, honey .. I'm sorry I hurt you, '" whispered Rani as her nails touched Rifky's face.

Rani brought her face closer to Rifky's fainted face. Just as his lips were about to touch Rifky's lips, a voice coming from Rifky's phone undoes his intentions.

The woman takes her eyes off and takes over Rifky's phone. 'My dear', the name on that flat screen.

"His wife?" Rani guessed while folding her right leg over the left leg. The woman looked at the sealed Rifky and looked back at Rifky's phone ringing. He did not pick it up, but instead disconnected the call from Naira. Rani looked back at Rifky, unbuttoning the man's top shirt slowly.

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"Out of death, anyway?" Naira looked at her phone. Rifky can turn off his calls without speaking first.

Naira called her husband again, and after a few missed calls, Rifky picked up the phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, huh? Where are you?" ask Naira. There was no word from Rifky, not even his greeting was answered.

"Mass?"

"Akh .. be careful, dear ...." Evidently. That voice sounded.

"Mas?!" Naira began to raise her voice hearing the voice of the woman des*han. His heart began to panic and fret.

"In a moment, Honey. Just stop." Naira again heard a strange voice behind her phone. Many times he called out to Rifky, and only that voice appeared.

"Mas Rifky! Where are you, Mas? What are?" naira asked who started crying. Naira closed her mouth which was feeling faint. The phone stays attached to the ear to listen to the voices across it.

"Disturb!"

Tut!

The last voice Naira heard before the connection was severed unilaterally.

"Well!" Naira throws her phone in bed. He held his head that was twitching as he imagined the spoiled voices behind the phone earlier.

"Mas Rifky ...!" A long scream accompanied by a crying sound filled Naira's room.

"What's up, Neng?" ask Bi Ira who came in a hurry.

The woman hugs Naira and tries to ask what happened, but Naira just cries and can't speak.

Naira shook her head while holding her painful head, her face bathed in sweat mixed with tears. She had been waiting for Rifky's return, but it turned out that her husband had done something she had not expected. Without knowing where, and with whom?!