My Choice of Woman

Episode 133

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Milepolis is not a big city, nor an industrial area. But this city presents many stories for the citizens of the city. One company stands in the southern part of the city, namely the construction company choose Rayhan Wijaya. That's the only company standing in Milepolis.

The warmth seemed to emanate from one of Puri Shinta Housing which was located not far from the city center. There a pair of humans named Ilham and Farah lived together.

People are happy because love is so sweet. We do everything together, in one blend of day, laughter, and smiles. Everything mixed into one. Love in one roof makes every day feel just that. But there is never a sense of boredom, from morning to night and then to morning again like an endless turnaround until death separates.

Today at dusk, Farah and Ilham dissolved in the chatter about the morning. Ilham chose to go home in the afternoon because his wife cooked her favorite spicy shrimp sauce. Farah knows how to please her husband.

“You're beautiful!” exclaim Ilham.

Farah just smiled. “Every day Mas Ilham always said that. A day can be three times like taking medicine. Will be added twice if there is shrimp or squid spicy sauce on the table.”

“Because you're my wife, so I call beautiful.” Ilham smiled faintly, he was very anxious with his little wife.

During these three months Ilham was still trying to love Farah, limped and slowly. But Farah did not demand anything. For him, the inspiration of a good husband, every night his rituals were not left behind. Comb Farah's hair that is getting longer and more elongated. Inspiration once said that shabby hair signifies that his heart is not good, beyond laziness.

Every day they build a strong bond. Every morning there was a sweet kiss on Farah's forehead. All done to please do not get hurt again. Part of Inspiration is still in the trap of hypocrisy. Everything displayed was slightly spiced up pseudo.

Am I sinning?

Am I evil?

Am I hurting too much?

I don't know ....

***

At 22:00 Farah had finished her studies, the next week she would take the college entrance exam. As usual, Ilham would comb Farah's hair.

“I feel like Rapunzel, whose hair is always combed by Witch Gothel,”.

“Wah .. means I'm equated with a witch! Dih, my dear turned out to be cruel.” Inspiration laughs.

“It's not like that, Mas. Only I can do it myself. Surely Mas Ilham tired all day work and night still take the time to comb my hair.” Farah smiled, she was actually happy for the attention of her husband.

“Do I have to cut my hair? It seems to have been longer and busier than before,” continued Farah.

Inspiration turned Faarah's body, he touched Farah's shoulder. “See me!” Ilham looked at his wife, “you are beautiful as Farah is, I love your long hair. I don't mind combing this hair.”

Inspiration replied to her with a tight hug, as if it would not come off again. His right hand is stroking his hair. “Mas also.” Ilham let go of his embrace, he held Farah's cheek with both hands.

“No need to cry,” said Ilham while removing the traces of crystals that had spilled on Farah's cheeks.

Farah just nodded. Thank You God .. The most beautiful happiness of Yours is this man in front of me.

Ilham again combed Farah's sign. He patiently unraveled the tangles so that this crown would remain beautiful on his wife's head.

“Mas know about the halfway house near the train station?” ask Farah.

“Newly built orange house, yes Mas know. What's up?” Inspiration was still behind Farah to comb her long hair.

“I have a little bit of excess money. Can I donate the money to that halfway house?”

Ilham knew his wife's business was growing rapidly. Now he has his own community to grow his business. Farah also did not hesitate to share her knowledge. Every Sunday afternoon he would be invited to fill in the skills training organized by the city government.

“Bby.” Inspiration approves of the kindness of his wife. He could not stop Farah's kindness.

“Really?! Waahhh thank you Mas.” Farah embraced Ilham for the second time. But Ilham pretended not to be able to hold his wife until they fell on the soft mattress. Their positions stimulate each other. Farah was on top of her husband's body. Their eyes looked.

“It looks like my jelly asked for part tonight. The proof, you ambushed me in this bed.” Inspiration speaks in a comically made tone.

Farah swung her lips, she knew Ilham liked the times to upset her. “Mas must have accidentally flopped. I'm in red at the moment.”

Inspiration rose up, he sat down with a wiggle at the side of the bed. His tubes were still strong to be his wife's seat. “Iya, I know. I'm not asking now either, but .. I'm asking for this.”

Ilham kissed Farah's forehead gently, he thrust his bibr through Farah's nose. Not until there, Ilham also played a role on the lips of his wife. Now Farah knows what it's like to fight roles. They are in control.

“Have night gone to bed, Darling.” Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head.

Farah said she got down from her husband's body and slept curled up beside Ilham. Now she has a unique way of sleeping, which is sleeping on her husband's arm.

***

Morning one night that passed again.morning new spirit out again. At the dinner table there are baked bread, eggs and sausages. Farah who prepared everything, this was a habit that he had to do every day.

The contents of the plate have been toilet, Ilham rushed to his shop. As the ritual was to be performed, Inspiration would kiss his wife's forehead. Farah always welcomed Ilham's departure by kissing the back of her hand. There are prayers that are always offered to protect her from danger.

“Mas, can I go paper shopping?” Farah asked permission from Ilham. He had to do this before his legs littered to get out. “Maybe all monthly shopping,” he added.

“Bby, at lunch hour ‘kan? God willing I'll deliver, darling.” Ilham pinched his wife's nose.

Farah nodded. He smiled and greeted Ilham farewell. After her husband leaves, she will see a list of orders to be made.

“Hemmm .. it turns out that there are a lot of orders that I have not worked on.”

With Farah's perseverance and tenacity, he made an order for the paper craft with the help of Bu Tin. Like these the days he went through, mornings made orders and nights of study. He has a timeline for this work to be completed in the next four days.

Note: the above scene is only done for professionals who are already legitimate. Receiveth

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