My Beloved Husband

What Wrong?

Mall of this size, Nakula widened his supervision, he took full responsibility for this one brown haired girl, every two steps Shafiyah would enter at one step.

The man walked not far from Shafiyah, not behind, because he abstained from walking behind the woman, he watched Shafiyah from the side, about two meters from Shafiyah walking.

"Sir Ula!" his jolt didn't take.

Nakula nodded and got closer, this was not what Shafiyah wanted, she did not want to be followed like what kind of higher-ups child and what, she wanted to walk together like when she was with Baskara and Saka.

"Yes, Shafiyah?"

"Don't call me that!"

"But, that's great, the name of one of the best women on the side of the Prophet, Shafiyah."

"Mm, you know that, like Aisha's sister?" Shafiyah squinted, pointing at Nakula, the man nodded. "But I'm not that gentle, Sister Ula knows!"

"Yes, I know. The gentle side of people is there that is visible and no, let me call that name, that beautiful name."

Shafiyah knew it was a true statement, she knew and had heard those stories from her mother and sister-in-law, she could not argue, she said, it's just that he doesn't want Nakula to walk too far like a spy.

What can?

Nakula's eyebrows raised, he did not dare to violate what was forbidden, but as long as Shafiyah was comfortable with it he would do.

Finally, agreeing also that this man was walking right beside Shafiyah, through which all great opportunities were actually open for Nakula to notice every smile of Shafiyah, but she held herself back well, his gaze was more on the surrounding people who were glancing at Shafiyah.

Like a husband who takes care of his wife, an older brother who takes care of his sister, a boy who becomes his mother's shield, once Nakula is near Shafiyah, makes the girl safe without feeling reluctant about the existence of people around.

"Don't Ula want this?"

"No, I'll just drink water."

"Why is it that every time I buy it I don't want to, I don't do any magic?"

"Not so, drinking water is more healthy than anything, you have to consume a lot, Shafiyah."

Shafiyah finished the boba drink first, her favorite and the mother's, then bought two bottles of mineral water as Nakula said.

"But, who ate this, I hope Big Brother doesn't refuse him, okay!"

"Alright, you also must not refuse if I pay!"

"Eh, why is that?"

"I work here, Shafiyah, I have a security deposit. But, this time it's my real money from a side business that I'm going to use, okay?" she smiles. "I'm the one who's buying you now, can you?"

Embarrassed he nodded, the brown haired girl who was very attractive, kept for longer, instead of getting bored, the sense grew even more

Repeatedly the beautiful girl Shafiyah pointed, but Nakula just shook her head.

"When the time comes, I'll ask him directly to his father."

"So, now he's there?"

"There's."

"Where?" this girl is curious.

"Near me, we're very close."

"Well, that means I can't match Kak Ula with anyone. Does he know that Ula likes him?"

Nakula shook her head, "No, I never said it."

Brakes,

"If he is captured or likes another man how?"

Nakula smiled again, "I'm happy that she's with me, but I'll also be happier if she finds another person, which means I'm no better for her."

Ih, Shafiyah is curious to ubun-ubun.

Apparently today, Shafiyah heard that Nakula already had a dream woman, there was a pinch in the heart, the jokes of the closest people had penetrated into Shafiyah's heart, she so wanted to kidnap Nakula, it seemed like she had to stop.

"Why, Shafiyah?" confused, the angry look was sad

"No, there's nothing, I want a lot of messages, for my dad too!"

Nakula nodded, it didn't matter to him because the one asking was the girl he liked.

***

"Mom, why is that kid?" father took off his arms, three days of full work made him miss the smell of home, even the smell of his wife and son although night could still see before going to bed. "He was with Nakula to the mall he said, buy anything and why be quiet?"

"What quiet? Not that Dad was just the same, jump too, which one is silent?"

"Different, I know that he's different, not like he usually is. Is there a problem with Nakula?" dad will punish Nakula if it makes his daughter disappointed or maybe banned during shopping.

Mother dodged, there was no problem, even Nakula had sat and talked together, she saw again the look of her daughter, there was indeed a little different and could not hide Shafiyah.

"Tell me what's the point of Dad having Sister Ula watch over me!" he urged his father. "And why is everyone making jokes between me and him?"

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Wrong, Dad. He already has the dream girl, he will propose to the girl when the time comes, don't make jokes that will hurt us!" protesting to his father.

"Who's sick?" annoying reply questions from dad.

Shafiyah looked up, she did not want to answer until both of her hands made her body submit to the embrace, her hair played and her cheeks kissed to the sunken.

"Who does Nakula like, is she ready to get married?"

"Where do I know, I don't ask, that I don't want to cheat on my matchmaking and her, I could be lured to her, and then she likes another woman, she likes another woman, or maybe later he'll have to say yes to your jokes, it'll hurt!"

I kissed the cheek again until it was sunken, glancing at the mother who seemed to understand what Shafiyah meant, the joke slightly tore apart the defense of Shafiyah's heart that had never been in love, sort of secretly hoping for Nakula, but she doesn't want to hurt anyone.

"Dad, listen to me!"

"Yes, I'm so glad you're listening, Sofi. Are your ears less wide?"

"In that case, just change him, not brother Ula who is with me, later the joke will hurt him!"

"Can't."

"Why, Dad?"

"That's not a reasonable excuse in a job, Sofi. Disconnecting from work for personal reasons is very bad, there must be a clear error and impact on the effort if he makes a mistake" explained the father.

"He's wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"Dad doesn't understand!"

"Tell me you don't understand why, explain!" pinta the father who knows where to go, as well as the brown-haired woman beside her, the mother blinked understandingly, she is only mediator here, between child and father. "Say what's wrong and where's wrong!"

Shafiyah hid her face behind the father's suit, muttering indistinctly.

While the father asks the mother to kiss his cheek, a gift for understanding what his son feels.

"Again!"

"Hush!" reply mommy lirih.

***

Dad was that, understand me ya aheheh

Tomorrow Bas up one yes, eheheh, the bucil should be tight-fisted in the sono, the in-in, okay... lope!