Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 76's

Without the need for an alarm vibration, Rifky had woken up because he was used to it. The hour hand has moved to the number three, past a few minutes. Rifky moved Naira's head slowly, and smiled as the wife squirmed.

A faint sound from Naira's stomach was caught in Rifky's ear. The man changed his position, holding Naira's belly carefully.

"You're hungry, honey," murmured Rifky, staring at Naira's sleepy shady face. He kissed Naira's stomach long enough, moved to the cheek and before long the whole face of his wife.

"Masss, why, anyway?" lenuh Naira restrained. The frown on Naira's forehead was clearly visible as she stretched out both of her hands.

Those beautiful brown eyes opened perfectly, staring at Rifky who was displaying a smile right in front of his face. Naira cleared a little, then closed her eyes again.

"What time is it, Mom?" samar tanyanya.

"Hour three. Come on, wake up, baby!" Rifky flicked Naira's hair upwards, revealing white eyebrows overgrown with fine hairs. A friendly kiss landed right there, painting a shy smile from the master.

A little noise from downstairs could be heard, perhaps their parents had already woken up to pray.

"Come, Mas. Move over!" naira joked. Rifky pulled his nose while laughing softly.

"Would you stand up?" ask Rifky to make sure.

"Yes. But if you want to carry, I want to," answered Naira whining, then extended her hand to Rifky before getting approval from her husband.

With Rifky's soft belt lifting Naira's body, what a spoiled wife, but she likes that trait. They refreshed the face first, then took ablution water and prepared to pray.

Rifky and Naira go down the stairs because they will pray together. Up below, Ustaz Hanan and Herman were waiting in the room. Then followed Marlin, Rasya and Bi Ira. All are ready for tahajud together.

"This time my priest used to be a priest, Pa," pinta Naira chuckled. He was actually embarrassed, but his mouth was blown away.

"Hahaha, yeah-yes. Rifky There!" Ustaz Hanan laughed. So did the others.

They set the shaf, silent for a moment before Rifky finally started. Two rakaat they soon finished, the congregation prayers that night shook hands with each other, Rifky and his two papa were the same.

"Naira wants to eat, Ma. Hungry!" Quickly Naira took off her face, allowed the hijab, and ran to the kitchen.

His mother smiled as well as shook her head, apparently Naira could not eliminate his childish nature. But it's okay. After all, it does not matter if Naira is spoiled, as long as it is not out of bounds.

"My oranges were yesterday where, huh? The feeling is not over." Naira scratched her head while muttering.

"Here we go."

Naira peeled one fruit, put it in a small bowl and devoured it along with the rice. Rifky said that eating fruit before eating it was sunnah, so Naira did.

"Darling? What else to eat?" ask Rifky who followed to the kitchen.

"Eat rice, go!" answer Naira simple.

"This is an orange peel? Got it from where?"

"Buy in the market yesterday. Would you?" Naira looked at Rifky who was sitting next to her.

"Where?"

"More. Don't get ripped off, yeah!" Plastic containing green citrus fruit Naira leave it to Rifky. The man shook his head, how is he going to spend that much oranges?

After finishing the rice, Naira put her plate in the sink, went back to Rifky and asked for oranges. However, Rifky distanced her plastic, looking at Naira with a forbidden look.

"Ih, Mom! Why, anyway? Here!" pinta Naira is upset. Sorry he gave it to Rifky like this.

"Not much. If you are not limited, you will not have been" said Rifky.

"Two more!"

"No!"

"One?" Naira pleads. It would have been difficult if Rifky had made up his mind.

"No!"

"Ih! Sebel! That's mine! Not with Mas!" Naira stood up, stomping her feet in annoyance towards Rifky. However, her husband still seemed to enjoy the orange.

"Here!"

"No!"

"Ih, uh, uh ...!" Naira hits Rifky on the shoulder while crying, until her mother hears their commotion in the kitchen.

"Nyebelin. You're ugly!" as Naira blotted out her tears.

"What's up, Rifky? Don't like it!" rasha approached.

"That, Ma. My oranges were taken all the same Mas Rifky. Don't give me a fuck!" shoot Naira.

"New one, really. Haven't much. Here!"

"No!"

"Riffy! Here, let Mama share!" Rasya who had been listening directly grabbed the plastic in Rifky's hand, inevitably the man gave it.

"It's for you, it's for Naira!"

Rifky glares. "Not fair, Ma?"

"Because it's Naira's, so if you want to ask for it as you love it. Not snatch!" Rasya poked softly at his son's ears. While Naira hugged her orange plastic while sticking her tongue out at Rifky. Rasayn!

"Come, Honey. We'll eat the orange there!" Rasya takes Naira to the living room, leaving Rifky staring at their departure.

"Review you!" Rifky threatens slowly, but Naira does not care, even sticking out her tongue several times on Rifky, making the man quite upset. However, he was unable to do much, other than scratch his head and walk after.

***

Where the sun was slightly rising, Ayu took Iyan and Bi Yati for a walk because Om and their Aunt had returned. The girl asked her husband to take her around the park after buying her some snacks. Her face was radiant, painting a fresh smile as she stared at the flowers.

"Mas! Can you pick one, right?" Ayu looked at her husband while pointing at the white rose she saw.

"Don't be tampered with, dong, honey," Iyan said. However, walking and picking a flower when he found his wife's face scowling.

"Please .. hehe," said Ayu nyengir. They sat on small mats brought from home, it was really intentional to go there.

"Auntie wants ice?" Ayu gave Bi Yati ice cream.

"No, Neng. Grip." Bi Yati shook her head while shrugging her shoulders imagining a sense of pain.

"Em, yes. This is a aunt!" A pack of snacks branded Qtela cassava Bi Yati received from Ayu, the woman thanked him, never imagined he would be invited to walk like this.

"Mas!" Iyan who daydreamed realized because Ayu gave him chocolate.

"Make Mas?"

"Didn't you? But bukain!" ayu replied laughing. Iyan looked at him with a stifled smile, if only there was no Bi Yati, Iyan would have kissed his ignorant wife.

"Mas! We're going there, yuk!" Ayu.

"Gapain to get there?" ask Iyan astonished. The place his wife pointed to was a children's playground.

"Rike swing. Swing around! Aunty wanna come?" Ayu turned to look at Bi Yati.

"No, Neng. Aunty is here, so don't be tired of moving around," Bi Yati replied smiling. Not that he didn't want to come, but he gave the couple a chance to be free.

"Dirt, Mom!" Ayu again shook her husband's arm.

"Yes, come on." The girl smiled, walking with Iyan after saying goodbye to their Aunt.

"I want to ride it. Push it, huh?" said Ayu enthusiastically.

Iyan just nodded. Want however Ayu must force, there is no choice to refuse.

Ayu laughed as the swing she was sitting on was pushed by Iyan, sometimes screeching for fear of heights.

"Don't be strong, Mom! Not brave!" refute Ayu.

Iyan stopped his swing. "Mas tired too if you keep pushing. Change on!"

"All right, tell me if you want to!" Ayu laughed, coming down from her seat after pulling the origin of her husband's nose. Iyan looked up upset because of her actions. Sick, right?

"Let's push!" titah Iyan's. He was already sitting sweetly on the swing, while Ayu behind him painstakingly moved the thing he was sitting on.

"That's so heavy, huh, Mas? Not pushed!" Ayu sighed, shaking her waist looking at Iyan who raised her eyebrows. Fuck up! It seems Iyan was deliberately burdensome to the body.

"Let's push?"

"No, ah. Tired!"

"Diddeliver! You are not fair. The time has been pushed do not want to change?"

Iyan's words did not continue when his wife had sat on his lap. Slowly, the men swung their bodies using their legs, enjoying the position while hugging.

Ayu's gaze was distracted at Bi Yati, looking at the middle-aged woman standing with the woman he seemed to recognize.

"Mas! See that?!" Iyan followed his wife's point of view.

"Rani?! What's he gonna do?" murmured Iyan while sharpening his eyesight. Aye! That woman is Rani, but why is she here?