My best friend my husband

My best friend my husband
Chapters. When did you love your Grandmother??



Mama walked into the room and sat on the lip of the bed right next to me.


The hand that had raised me until now was raised to stroke my aura slowly while looking at my face with a smile that was very soothing.


"Mom would ask, are you not planning to give us offspring? You're the first kid, baby."


I smiled sincerely then touched the hand that stroked my temple and then I put it on my thigh by holding it tightly.


"There you are, ma. Maybe it's not time yet. But, Azlan will try. Azlan's still busy anyway, ma."


"Eonje, Azlan? Eommaneun imi neulg - eoss - eoyo. Hangsin - eun wae geuleohge il - eulhabnikka? Nnaeneun ilhaji anhneun geos - eul useonsihabnida."


Mama moved her hand inside my wrist, it seemed like she was a little tired waiting for the arrival of the granddaughter.


"Eomma, Azlan, Dara-ege useon sun-wileuljueossseubnida. Azlan-i ilhaji anh-eumyeon jib-eseo mueos-eul meog-eulkkayo?"


I looked into his eyes convincingly.


(When, Azlan? My mom is old later. You, why the main job? Your wife prioritizes not work.)


(Mama, Azlan also superiority Dara kok, ma. If Azlan doesn't work, what are we going to eat at home?)


"Heo, eommaga meonjeo jugge du jima, lei."


"Oom, eomma. Geuleohge malhaji masibsio. Malsseum-eungidoibnid. Gieoghasee."


"Geunde yagsog hagessji gwiyeobgo jal saeng - gigo aleumdaun eommawa sonnyeoege jullae?"


"Mullon, eomma. Jeogjeolhan sigan - eul gidaligo issseubnida."


(Huh, don't let mama hunt to death first, Azlan.)


(Hus, mom. Don't say that, eh. Not okay. Words are prayer, remember that.)


(But, you promise 'would you love your mommy and my cute, handsome and pretty granddaughter?)


(Sure, ma. Waiting for the right time.)


I pulled my mama's hand out of the room passing by Dara, Aunt Adel, Aunt Kim, Aunt Rina, Aunt Ratna and my niece out of the next room.


"Gee, my grandmother's granddaughter is already fragrant."


Mama hugged Chaca, Zahra, Azka, Tika, Hani, and the others and brought them down.


"From day one, we should go home first, Azlan, Dara."


Papa said goodbye and gave his hand for us to kiss. Not just my mom, dad and the others. We did the same thing and drove them to the front.


Chequek!


The door closed tightly, while Dara walked up the stairs. He might also want to clean up.


I play my phone to see the news as well as entertainment in it. Later, I surfed to the InstaGram app where I last posted a photo hugging Dara's body wrapped in a blanket and also clasping her hands.


That was 4 months ago. I aimed at him while he was still fast asleep. Seen fifty-six thousand likes with my last post.


[May last Mr. Azlan ]


[So sweet once, sir.]


[Happy always, sir.]


[It's healthy, Mr. Azlan, Mrs Azlan ]


[Samawa, sir.]


I smiled reading the comments of those eighty percent, the people who followed me were my colleagues and the rest of my family and maybe my fans.


Map ... tap .. tap ....


I turned towards the source of the sound of footsteps touching the wooden floor on the stairs.


"Come, salad!" dara's orders then went back into the room.


I got up from the sofa half-running up the stairs and saw Dara who was ready with her face.


I walked into the toilet, but first I ruffled her face-covered head while smiling sweetly at her which looked very pretty in my eyes.


***


At 8 p.m., I took Dara to the rooftop with fireworks. Bi Ima also delivers pudding and fruit juice to be our friend.


Taps!


I turn on the lights once above to make the atmosphere more romantic.


"How's it?" I turned to him who stood looking at the beautiful moon and stars that glow at night.


"Beautiful," he murmured.


I smiled then stood behind her body and hugged her from behind.


"Why take the show by surprise, anyway?" I was surprised by his behavior.


"Geli, know!"


"You have to get used to it, baby."


There was the sound of breathing coming out of his mouth. I live the fireworks with a match and then direct it up into the sky.


Piw .. piuw .. piuw ....


A wide variety of colors are produced by fireworks in the air. I smiled at Dara who was enjoying how beautiful the night was decorated with the light from the fireworks.


"Rubber."


I turned on another firework that was only the size of a lid and burned the tip with a match.


I gave the fireworks to Adnan. But he refused, and avoided.


"Don't be afraid, this doesn't make your little finger hurt. Unless you touch the fire."


Slowly but surely, Dara picked up the fireworks in my hand.


The face that had been like fear, was now replaced with a smile. I called my aunt to aim for our moment with Dara's cell phone.


Czechoslovakia!


Picts 1.


We smile at the camera while showing off the fireworks in our hands.


"Attent, bi. Fireworks are gone."


I turned on the second fireworks and Bi Ima took us back.


Czechoslovakia!


Picts 2.


I embrace Dara's waist while looking at her face. While Dara throws her smile towards the camera.


Czechoslovakia!


Pict 3's.


I hugged Dara from behind while looking up at the night sky. Both of Dara's hands were filled with fireworks. One hand each with fireworks.


Czechoslovakia!


Pict 4's.


Dara and I looked at each other.


Czechoslovakia!


Picts 5.


I kissed her forehead gently.


Czechoslovakia!


Picts 6.


I kept hugging her from behind while showing off our happiness by laughing at the camera.


Czechoslovakia!


Picts 7.


We laughed together. It was as if the photo was a candid result.


"Thank you, bi."


I said when Bi Ima gave her phone after feeling enough.


"Photo again" asked Dara, taking a white tumbler lamp and I put it between my shoulder and my head.


Dara also did the same thing and then started taking pictures with a sweet smile towards the camera, laughing.


Picts 2.


Dara leaned her head against my shoulder.


Pict 3's.


Dara smiled sweetly at me while I stared at her phone camera.


Pict 4's.


We looked at each other.


Picts 5.


I purposely kissed her lips while holding her hand so that the phone would not fall off.


"Sister."


"Wae?" tanya looked at her reddened face.


I took her phone and took aim in the style I looked at her expressionless face.


Czechoslovakia!


"Did, brother!" dara's shrill scream made my ears hurt.


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