Muhasabah Love

sly thinking

“Widih, these souvenirs from Japan.” Friska pulled out four of the stained paper bags. The woman left her snack for a moment. “Still, yes.”

“The two make that Aunt.”

Friska's line of sight that was peeking at the contents of the paper bag switched. “Beres. Just calm. Want to play at home, right? You haven't been there long, My. Let Mom cook a lot.”

It was still morning, but Myria had been offered food, even though the breakfast had just been digested by the stomach.

“Nanya Kasa first, deh.” Not wanting to disappoint her best friend with a rejection, Myria finally took the choice. After all, what Friska said was true that since marriage, Myria rarely visited even if only playing.

Friska's face was shining. “Sip. Hmm, gih! Let me tell this sister's mother. So, right, not suddenly too.”

Myria immediately pulled the bag and took the phone. Letter by letter typed to form a request sentence, after which it was sent to the husband.

Not until one minute, Myria received a reply in the form of a call. The woman immediately picked up the phone and said hello.

"What, Honey? Hm?" After answering the greeting, Angkasa immediately spoke about the contents of his wife's message.

Myria held back the smile behind the maroon veil that today covered her face. “Can't you, Ka? I haven't played there in a long time.”

Myria's soft voice made Space's heart tremble. The man who just got the code from Sakti for the meeting immediately gave an answer, “Iya may, but go home wait for me. Later at nine I pick up.”

“Why pick up? I brought a car.”

"Not to make anyone repeat the command, Myria. I'll pick you up, yeah, pick you up. Watch out for coming home alone!"

Anxious themselves heard the decision of Space. However, from the storm of trivial matters, Myria chose according to. "Yes, ready, sir! Thanks, yeah. Welcome back to work."

"Don't close it!"

Change the Space command again and successfully make Myria undo the deadly intention of the call. The woman put the phone back to her ear. "Why, Ka?"

"Huh? Meanin?" The words of Space made Myria confused. He turned to Friska, his best friend was busy eating while playing mobile phone.

"Love kiss online or a beautiful love sentence let me be excited, Habibati," said Angkasa in a spoiled voice made up. Really am! It's not like space if you act like that. Luckily, Sakti was gone. If his best friend was still in the room, he might have stared in disgust.

"Come, say! My body that seals this to be treated dikit." Space continued to whine like a child.

Myria rubbed her forehead to find her husband's attitude. Not only at home, it turns out that at work can also behave like that.

Got a constant whimper, inevitably Myria agreed. She withdrew from Friska only to fulfill her husband's request. "Work spirit, honey. Be careful, focus, yes. Your wife always prays for the best."

Like ABG kasmaran, that's Space. She smiled to herself while turning the chair around a few times. After being satisfied, the phone finally closed.

"Whoi, Ka! Call or what? Waiting for no nonsense!" Sakti comes to ruin happiness. Space came at him with a sharp look.

Working hours turning. All day Myria focus on accompanying the bride and groom who fit the dress and discuss the concept of the dress. With Friska, he works as much as possible.

As the afternoon approached, Myria and Friska went home first. They clamp down on workers and warn to make sure doors are locked.

The car drove slowly towards Friska's house. The woman was actually carrying a motorbike, but Myria asked for the motorbike to be left in the boutique so that it could be together.

On the street, the two women were engrossed in conversation. Friska is constantly asking questions about Myria's honeymoon experience. Occasionally the navy veiled woman was flirting without hesitation.

Myria laughed a lot because of Friska's attitude. He just answered and told the story accordingly.

"By the way, do you have a thought for marriage, Fris?" After a long chat took place, Myria ventured to ask that. During this time, he did not interfere in Friska's personal affairs in terms of love.

Friska, who had been leaning her head on the chair, began to straighten her back. He looked at Myria. "Sir Zayyan bullied me last week, My."