Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 73

The blankets framing their beds were quietly preached by Rifky in the morning to say hello. The man made a momentary wake-up prayer, staring at Naira's tiny body still wrapped in a blanket and smiling.

Rifky propped his head up right in front of Naira's face, watching every inch of his wife's face while scooping up some of the hindrances. Naira's face was the same as before, even more beautiful for her.

Rifky's lips peeked long enough Naira's forehead, moved on both cheeks, then gently swept her lips. Naira wriggles slowly, rejecting Rifky's body in an unconscious state, until Rifky chuckles to make.

"Darling? Let's wake!" whisky Rifky intimate. Naira was still asleep with a smooth snoring, not hearing anything from Rifky.

"Darling? Wake up!" Rifky patted Naira's cheek gently, then pinched and pulled her when Naira did not open her eyes.

"Aw! Uhh! Rifky!" Naira screeched at the lemongrass, hitting her husband as her consciousness began to gather.

"Dibangunin is very difficult. Yeah, I pinched!" rifky said without sin, almost chuckling to see the state of Naira's mess. Hair disheveled, lips pursed, with hands rubbing eyes several times. Just like the little girl her mother woke up to get ready for school.

"Let's get down! I'll sleep again." Rifky moved, lifting his wife's body which was deliberately weighted.

"Why, anyway? The feeling is still night ...?" Naira whined as her feet touched the cold floor.

"How long is the night? Look at that clock! It's three o'clock! Hurry along!" Naira stomps her feet as Rifky passes into the bathroom, forced to follow her husband's steps with a shunt. The cold night made him reluctant to get out of bed, although this is the time they usually wake up.

Naira washed her whole face, enjoying the fresh water even though the cold was a little piercing. The finished Rifky immediately prepared the prayer tool, waiting for his wife for a few minutes.

They performed two rakaat sunnah prayers, intermingling prayers to the Creator. Rifky rubbed his face after finishing, looking at Naira behind him who was amusing.

"Eh, why take it off?" Rifky prevents Naira from seeing her about to remove her face.

"Why?" ask Naira lugu.

"Read the Quran for a moment, huh? I'll just go back to sleep" Rifky smiled. The man moved and grabbed the Koran in the closet.

"Mass? It's dawn, huh? Still cold ...." Naira memelas's. Biting his lower lip while staring expectantly at Rifky.

"A little while, a few verses, really. If you don't read it wrong, tell him to sleep again" Rifky concluded.

"If wrong?"

"Can't sleep!"

"Ih, Mommy ...?" Naira was about to cry. Why is her husband so demanding, anyway?

"Hahaha, I'm kidding, honey. Here!" Rifky told Naira to approach him, kissed his wife on the forehead and began to lead her to read the Quran.

As Rifky said, Naira only had to read a few verses. After that he was allowed to sleep for a while before dawn. Rifky looked at Naira who had been covered in blankets, pity also his wife if cold. To be sure, Rifky could not resist if Naira's spoiled behavior had already acted.

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Naira went back inside, staring around her house that looked clean and tidy. Bi Ira woke up so early in the morning apparently, until she could not help anymore.

"Miss! Auntie's going to the vegetable market. Come along, won't you?" Bi Ira approached Naira, the middle-aged woman was neat with a basket held up.

"Come, Bi! Naira also wants to buy fruit ...," answered Naira enthusiastically.

"Yes, come on! You don't need to change clothes, do you?" kekeh Bi Ira's. Naira laughed and followed Bi Ira outside. They locked the door of the house, then looked for angkot to deliver to the market.

Not long after the transportation stalled on the outskirts of the market, Bi Ira paid the fare and thanked him, then took Naira around. Not Naira name if you are not happy to be invited here and there, his eyes even sparkle staring at every activity in the sale and purchase area.

"Where were we going, Bi?" ask Naira.

"To the vegetable first." Naira nodded, allowing Bi Ira to walk first to be followed. They passed through a pile of fresh cabbage and friends, until finally stopped in a pile of cherry tomatoes.

Bi Ira bought several types of vegetables according to their needs for a full week. Shop for a fishmonger, and take Naira around again to buy the fruit she has asked for.

Naira seemed happy, before finally the net was fixed on the old granny of the orange seller. Naira was glued, staring sadly at the old lady who offered her green oranges.

'What if Mama is that old, huh?' thought in the heart. No feeling of dew falling on his eyes.

"Miss?"

"Yes? Why, Bi?" Naira wiped away her rough tears, rushing over to Bi Ira who was already a few steps ahead.

"Neng why?" ask Bi Ira in wonder.

"No papa. Naira wants to buy oranges, Bi. It's fresh." Bi Ira followed Naira's index finger, pointing at the old grandmother.

"Yes already. Here'smoney. Aunty bought yams here, huh?" Naira nodded. Received fifty thousand from Bi Ira.

Naira walked quickly towards the seller, crouching before the old woman who greeted him with a smile. "You want an orange, Neng?"

"Yes, Grandma. How much plastic is this?" ask Naira kindly.

"Ten thousand, Neng," replied the grandmother.

"I bought two plastics, yeah, Grandma." The old woman nodded, painting a grateful smile on her wrinkled face.

"Thank you, Grandma. This is the money, yes. Return to Grandma." Naira immediately left after receiving two bags of fresh oranges. Smiled at the old grandmother who was about to give her the rest of the money.

Today, he saw for himself. How many people are lacking to try to make a living. But they are not complaining. They can even carve a smile, for it is their hearts that are grateful ....