Muhasabah Love

A covenant.

“So really, Aunt, if Friska is proposed by Mr Zayyan?” It was not enough just a brief explanation Friska during the trip, arrived home, Myria still asked this to Friska's mother.

The one-child woman nodded as she poured the side dish onto the plate. “Iya. Aunt did not expect either. Friska never said anything.”

Myria's gaze turned to Friska. His best friend was staring back with one eyebrow raised. “What?” friska said with a fierce tone. Myria asked nothing. “I'm not dating him, My. Let alone you, I am also surprised Mr. Zayyan suddenly arrived home. All this time just joking doang muji-muji him, do not know even gini.”

“Keep your answer what?”

Friska shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “I told you to go home. Need an istarah first, huh? Play time accept? No, deh! I want to marry once in a lifetime and it doesn't last.”

There was nothing wrong with Friska's answer. Myria nodded in agreement, then began to bribe the food that had been in the trial. There are memories flashed every meal of his best friend's mother. A taste that sticks to the tongue, awakens the memory of the late Lady Kinara.

Busy chatting during the Friska residence, Myria did not realize the clock was already pointing at the number nine. The sound of the bell shocked everyone, so one of the three women headed for the door.

“Night, Aunt.” The sky greeted as the door opened as the greeting was answered. The man conveyed the intention of coming to pick up the wife.

“Log in, Nak Kasa.”

“Not necessary, Tan. It was night. Please call Myria aja.”

“Wait here, yes.”

A smile was engraved on the lips as the head nodded. Angkasa chose to sit in the front seat as long as Friska's mother called Myria.

Within five minutes, Myria appeared with Friska. The woman immediately approached the waiting Space.

“We said goodbye, yes, Fris, Aunt. Thanks for the dinner,” Myria said and followed a polite nod by Angkasa.

After saying goodbye and hugging, Myria immediately left the house. The car drove slowly, while Angkasa trailed behind on a motorcycle.

Arriving at the apartment, the two humans immediately cleaned themselves up. Unlike ordinary days, more bathing together, now they take alternating baths because the day is getting late. While waiting for Space to finish, Myria heated the water to make milk.

“Abicin, keep sleeping.”

Glass from the wife's hand was taken, Angkasa sat on the edge of the bed. His hand tapped the next place for Myria to join.

“From what time at home Friska?” Questions came out as the glass moved into Space's hands.

“Jam four.”

Half a glass of milk has been gulped, Angkasa thrust on Myria to drink the rest. The wife voluntarily accepted and spent. “Mast time. Chat what?”

“Friska want a proposal.”

“Serious?” The expression of space changed rapidly. “Whose name? Does marriage mean her? Though want me matchlangin ma Sakti.”

Angkasa's forehead shriveled hearing the name of the other man called. It was about Friska, why now change Mr Zayyan? Rather than mind wondering, Angkasa nodded.

“Well, Mr. Zayyan was the one who called Friska.”

Add to that the shock of Space. His pupils are enlarged. “You're serious, honey? The age of Mr. Zayyan should have been married a long time ago, right?”

“Emang.” Myria came and sat on the lap of Space. His two hands draped around his neck, while his lips continued the story, “Kata Friska is already a widower. From the time I came back here, already a widower, kok.”

Angkasa mouth murmuring word ‘oh’ is quite long. After that, nothing else was asked. The focus of Angkasa has changed on the wife sitting spoiled on the lap.

“You worship no?” The words that were spoken had already changed the topic in an instant.

Myria hit Space's chest slowly. “Barin udah.”

“But today is not.” Lips seduce, but hands do not remain silent. The lingerie strap over the shoulder was deliberately pulled down slowly feeling.

“Kasa!” Myria rushed down from the lap because she needed to save herself. However, not Angkasa if silent and accept the behavior of his wife.

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Different from Myria who had a cheerful face when starting work, Friska actually came with a tangled face. The situation was discovered by Myria when Friska removed the mask.

“Why so much your face, Fris. AN PMS? Not feeling well? Home, gih, if it hurts.”

Not immediately responding to Myria's words, Friska actually dropped her body on the sofa with a face down position.

“Friska ...” Myria shook her best friend's feet.

The body clad in a black skirt combined with the waist-styled white tunic was spinning. Friska hugs the sofa cushion while lying down. His two eyes looked at her heart and glazed at Myria who was still standing. “My ... Mr. Zayyan later to the house, what should I answer? I'm scared, My.”

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Sis, are you starting to get bored?

Eehehe, I haven't been able to make an acute bucin chapter because. So yes thinly enough just the life of Myria ma Angkasa before the ending.

Not long, really, let alone this story. Moga ttep can stay smpek end, yes 😊

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