Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 69

Rani was taken to the hospital by the police. For hours the woman had fainted and been treated, but had not shown any signs that she would be conscious. Even his entire body was so pale and cold.

It looks like tonight she will spend the night in the hospital with no one to look after, except for the doctors and nurses.

Meanwhile, Naira had just finished praying Isya. If he usually waits for Rifky's return in the living room, this time Naira chose to be in her room while rolling on the bed.

Before long Rifky's car was heard entering the garage. However, Naira seemed to be deaf to the voice she usually awaited. He was still focused on his phone, even when Rifky had already entered the room.

Only the greeting answer that Rifky heard from Naira's mouth, the rest did not. His wife also did not glance at him in the slightest, let alone hugged him like the nights ago.

"Naira?" Though a little hesitant, Rifky tried to call. There is no word from Naira, even the Rifky can only look on a sullen and upset face.

"Why you?" ask Rifky to come closer. Naira just sat leaning on the headboard without looking at Rifky. Then rejecting the rough hands of Rifky who was about to touch his face.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" ask Rifky gently. The man hugged his wife despite feeling neglected.

"No papa. Why don't you stop by the hospital to see Rani?" naira answered while insinuating. Rifky who understood first just shook his head and smiled, then kissed Naira's pouting cheeks.

"I'm sorry, huh, honey? It wasn't intentional, though. Mas is not the intention of hugging Rani's mother or anything, but make nolongin him alone. You, have you seen it yourself?" rifky persuaded. His smiling face he deliberately faced Naira so that his wife would look at him.

"But Mas diemin me earlier. Don't care about me!" sulcan Naira complains. Her lips looked comically conical as Rifky stroked her head fondly.

"Who is it you're cheering? That's how you feel, honey." Rifky smiled and kissed Naira again to melt her jealous wife's heart.

"Darling! It's my turn to call baby!" Naira crossed her chest while throwing her face. It felt that Rifky's persuasion this time did not manage to melt his heart, instead making him even more upset.

"Aren't you going to be called darling?" rifky asked teasingly, and yet Naira answered, she first laughed while kissing his wife's lips.

Naira still pouted incoherently, but the one she could not deny, Rifky's open lips because laughing at her was very sweet and added to her good looks. Moreover, the eyes that seduced that heart, Naira was eager to drown her face in Rifky's chest, but she did not dare to be embarrassed. Naira just kept quiet while enjoying Rifky's smile, while Rifky who understood, as quickly as possible pulled the tiny body of his wife to get into his arms.

There was no rejection from Naira, even Naira bit Rifky's chest softly to relieve her embarrassment, until a crisp laugh broke out between the two of them.

"Ih! Bummer! Ugly! Ugly!" Naira banged on Rifky's chest and occasionally pinched slowly. She was very upset when Rifky managed to make her smile in embarrassment.

"Hahaha, so don't like to snack. It's just anger, you jealousy!" tease Rifky sneering.

"Who told you to be jealous! Huh!" Naira retaliated fiercely. However, again wanting to return to Rifky's embrace reconcile his heart.

Rifky no longer replied to his wife, he thought it would be longer the problem if he replied to the words of Naira who wanted to win alone. Rifky's lips lifted and formed a smile, his warm palm stroking Naira's head quietly without command. Then kiss it long.

"Dine, yuk! You're hungry, aren't you?" take Rifky later. Naira replies with a nod and follows Rifky who leads her down.

"This is what, Mas?" Naira pointed at a black plastic on her dining table.

"That's a meatball for you" replied Rifky knot. Then prepare the Naira meatballs into the bowl to eat.

"Well, tumben Mas understanding. Usually--"

"When have you not understood?" rifky quickly.

"Haha. Yes, I've always been understanding. Eum, what sense am I afraid of?" ask Naira jahil.

"Both," replied Rifky.

"Mas scared, yeah, if I snatch?" Naira brought her face closer to Rifky.

"Yes. Fear of not getting this! Ahaha!" Rifky laughed seeing Naira's instantly changed expression as she landed a kiss on her lips.

"Basic!" Naira muttered in annoyance.

"Mas ... eh! I don't want to eat!" Naira turned away.

"Yes already. I don't give you!" reply Rifky cuek. He started chewing without looking at Naira who was staring at him.

Eventually Naira relents and opens her mouth, intending for Rifky to feed. With a sweet smile, Rifky fed his wife until their last mouthful. It's great that he has a spoiled wife like Naira.

"Udah. Here's the meatballs!" pinta Naira with a manyun lips. Then smiled as Rifky gave it to her.

"Take Bi Ira to eat it, will you? Mas want to rest first," said Rifky while getting up from sitting. Two bowls of meatballs were on the table, waiting to be eaten.

Naira nodded slowly and walked over to call Bi Ira. While Rifky headed towards the middle sofa after taking his phone.

The man appeared to be unloading as he leaned back on the sofa, his hand acting to grab the remote and turn on the television as an entertainer.

[Yes! We meet tomorrow, will we?] One message that Rifky typed was successfully sent. Without waiting for long, there was already a reply on his WhatsApp.

[By, Ky. Can be arranged,] reply Iyan. The message was accompanied by a one-seed laughter sticker, making the corner of Rifky's lips interested. Thank goodness her friend was happy again.

[Yes already. You rest with your wife. Assalamualaikum.]

Rifky turned off the phone when Iyan returned his greetings. The man brushed his hair to the back until it looked a little disheveled.

'Astaghfirullah ..," his mind said. The TV that was lit from earlier was no longer heard, as it was too late in thought.

"Why, Mas?" ask Naira. His wife was suddenly sitting next to him.

"No papa, honey. Did you eat it?" ask Rifky. Don't forget the sweet smile he showed Naira.

"Udah. Pinjem phones!" Naira grabs Rifky's phone on the table. However, Rifky is not allowed.

"Make what? Mending watching TV, huh!" elak Rifky smooth.

"Ih! There must be a secret!" accuse Naira while glaring.

"What secret, anyway?"

"His Mas Rifky cake bent that way? Why if there's no secret?" Naira kept pressing.

"How curve? Gini's handsome guy." Rifky knitted his eyebrows together and looked at Naira with a ruckus. However, no matter how deceiving Naira was, his wife remained suspicious.

"Mas why, anyway? Don't trust me? Is there anything important I don't need to know?" ask Naira streak. His expression was half-angry while smothering his chest.

Rifky sighed. There was guilt when he wasn't being honest with Naira, but he didn't want Naira to think about the problem.

"No, dear .. You don't misunderstand me. Mas, 'will have told you, can not be bad to think," said Rifky softly. Both of his hands cupped Naira's cheeks to convince.

"But why can't I pinjem a cell phone?" naira. The sweet face was still scowling irritably, and was getting even more annoyed that Rifky was just smiling.

"Huge red lips. Spiciness, huh?" tanya Rifky switched the conversation.

Naira wiped her lips for a while and looked back at Rifky. He kept quiet, choosing not to ask questions that made him very curious. Maybe Rifky didn't want to share it.

'Why, anyway, Mas? Why do you think of me as your little wife? Why don't you share if there's a problem? I understand, Mas! I understand! Didn't Mas himself say that I should learn to be an adult?' inner Naira screamed. He bit his own lips to compensate for the taste stored in his chest.

"Not papa, dear. Don't think about it, okay?" rifky looked in the shade. Then pulled Naira's body when watching her eyes start to glaze over.

Both of them enjoy each other's embrace. Then, a beautiful smile emerged from the edge of Naira's lips as a form of gratitude for having Rifky-husband who gives affection that never thank for her. Naira knows that.