Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 72

"Darling?" I looked at him hearing a familiar voice. He who was peeling the apple stopped for a moment when Iyan approached him.

"Mass? From where?" ask Ayu smiling.

"Not from anywhere. Want to eat an apple? Here, I'm bukain!" Ayu happily thrust a red apple and a small knife at her husband. His lips lifted staring at the skin of the apple that slowly came off, then put his hands before the fruit was finished peeled by Iyan.

"It." Iyan gave some.

"Where aunt, Mas?" Ayu asked while chewing. His voice that was still faint was barely heard because his mouth was filled.

"Auntie at home. Maybe tomorrow he's here, honey," replied Iyan gently. His hands reflexively tidied up Ayu's hijab which looked a bit tangled.

"When do I get out of here, Mas ...?" Ayu whined spoiled, stopping the chewing and forming a cone on her lips.

"In a minute, really, honey. Tomorrow afternoon maybe," Iyan smiled, giving Ayu her remaining apple.

"Heum ... it's still a long time!" muttered Ayu. Her apple became the target of her saturation.

The state of the room was very ugly. Nothing can refresh the eyes and minds of its inhabitants. Ayu wants to heal quickly and walk freely outside, enjoy the beautiful scenery and hear the chirping of birds in the sky. It's gonna be so cold.

Iyan chuckled, pinching softly on Ayu's two cheeks which still looked pale. After that hug him friendly.

"Mas misses you!" said entertaining. However, more to a sincere tone.

"Mas will sleep here, huh? Not on the couch!" Ayu patted her bed. Feeling sorry for last night her husband slept on the sofa looking after her.

"But your body doesn't hurt anymore, does it? I don't want you to be disturbed." Iyan.

"No! I'm healed!" ayu's answer is clear. A previously hidden smile immediately rose on his lips as Iyan looked at him.

"Pengen quickly get out! That's why I said it!" Iyan laughed, pulling softly Ayu's nose which was right in front of her face.

Ayu again spread her left cheek on Iyan's chest, not forgetting while enjoying the apple that has not been used up since. The woman smiled unbeknownst to her husband, quite happy as Iyan gently stroked his back and gave comfort.

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This night was cold from the previous nights, Naira tidied her face and prayer mats after the completion of the prayer isya. Naira wrapped her legs in long socks, then went down the stairs to help Bi Ira prepare dinner. Rifky's coming home soon.

Naira deftly prepared the cutlery on the table, cooling the rice to make it easier to enjoy. Rifky said, hot food should not be blown according to the teachings of the Prophet. From that Naira prepared it first.

Moments later, the roar of Rifky's car was heard. Naira rushed to the door to welcome her husband's return.

Chequek!

"Acollins ...?" hail Rifky smiled. His hands opened wide towards Naira.

"Vaalaikumussalam. I'm home ...." Naira hugged Rifky warmly and inhaled the scent on her chest. Naira looked up, watching the face of Rifky who was chuckling.

"Come on! What are you going to do in the kitchen?" Rifky broke his embrace.

"Follow!" naira answered spontaneously. Without caring for the laughing Rifky, Naira immediately took the hand of her husband.

"You're so sweet, Mom!" While climbing the stairs, Naira inhaled deeply the scent of Rifky's body. That intoxicating fragrance remained his favorite from long ago. However, not as bad as it is now. I don't know, maybe because of the baby.

Rifky chuckled, then looked at his wife's feet. "Tumben night-night wear socks? Cold?"

"Come, Mas! You're hungry!" Naira looked at Rifky while holding her stomach.

"If the old Mas came home, you're the same Bi Ira ate first, dear. Don't go hungry, will you? Poor grandpa ...," said Rifky crouching. Then gently kiss Naira's stomach that feels a bit stuck.

"Not starving, anyway, Mom! But hungry" Naira replied. Rifky pinched Naira's nose and took her down, ending up at the dinner table.

"Auntie, let's eat!" call Naira.

"Yes, Neng. Bentar, huh?" Bi Ira said without looking back, the woman was still washing something in the sink.

Naira sits down next to Rifky and starts preparing food for her handsome husband. Not forgetting the payment of one brief kiss, making Rifky want to laugh broke on that condition.

"Well .. this is the cucumber, for the lax!" Bi Ira handed a plate containing cucumber and his friends to Rifky.

"Thank you, Bi. Let's eat!" Bi Ira smiled, occupied her chair and enjoyed dinner together.

The dishes on their table looked simple, filled with vegetables, tofu-tempe, and some fried fish. It was none other than Naira who did not like to eat meat since her pregnancy.

Rifky stopped eating first, his stomach was still full because it was stuffed with meatballs this afternoon. However, the man did not move from his seat because he accompanied Naira. There was no work after that.

"Alhamdulillah .. have it, Mas! I eat a lot, huh?" naira asked Rifky.

"No papa, Neng. Be healthy!" timpal Bi Ira chuckled.

"Yes, not papa as long as it's not excessive, dear. That's your portion, anyway. There's not much of it" Rifky said.

Naira just pursed her lips, sucking the spicy taste that stuck. Then arrange the dirty dishes and clean the dining table with Bi Ira.

Afterwards, Naira walks after Rifky to the living room, spending the rest by watching a television show. Fifteen minutes later, Bi Ira came to serve a warm drink, letting the master enjoy their time together.

"You've already memorized the Surah of Ar-rahman, haven't you?" ask Rifky suddenly.

"Udah. Why?" answer Naira who is still focused on the TV screen.

"try on? I want to be horrified!" Rifky grabbed the remote from Naira's hand, turned down the volume of the television and stared intensely at his wife.

"Ih! Disturb, anyway!" Naira grumbling. Then take a breath before murojaah with Rifky.

Rifky listened to his wife's reading, there are some stupid readings. However, it was soon repaired by Naira. He was poulted, but when faced with Rifky suddenly became nervous.

Naira spent a few minutes reading the 78 verses surah, until at the end of the reading his breath was rather hunting.

"Udah!" Naira gasped for breath, and immediately gulped down her drink before Rifky commented.

"Don't read it fast, just slow down so you don't have to breathe." Rifky chuckles. Sweeping the head of Naira as a form of pride.

It turns out that Naira carried out her orders last time, where the surah was a punishment for Naira who went up to the guava tree.

"If it's not done quickly!" naira answered briefly. As fast as lightning he snatched the TV remote and re-watched his movie.

"Let's not forget to read it often, huh, honey? It could also be the time you pray, or the end," Rifky smiled.

"Yes, Mas. God does not forget, though. Loss if you forget." Naira looked up, returning Rifky's smile sincerely. Her husband smiled and peeked for a long time, watching the film played by Naira without letting go of her grip.