
“Tomorrow I have to go to my second store in Numa, there is unfinished work,” said Ilham while combing Farah's wavy and long hair.
Farah turned to Ilham, so that the movement of Ilham's hand stopped to comb Farah's hair. “Why tomorrow? Why not Akmal to Numa City?” farah's face was sad.
Inspiration put down the comb he was holding earlier. He smiled at Farah who was still frowning. Inspiration reached out to Farah's cheeks with both hands, fixing the still messy haircut.
“Not all work is just given to Akmal. He had to look after the store in Milepolis.” Inspiration rubbed gently on Farah's cheek, he gave a very patient understanding.
Farah shook her head, she made a scowling facial expression a sign of not wanting to be left again. Ilham smiled, he stroked Farah's hair and held her very warm.
Farah was shocked when her husband immediately wrapped his hand. As Farah's ears clung to Ilham's chest, she heard the rhythm of her husband's heartbeat. So calm and peaceful.
With just this hug alone, it felt warm and cozy.
Inspiration still maintained the situation, so long he hugged his jelly. The smell of fire came out of Farah's hair. Ilham really likes the fragrance, so he likes to comb the hair of Farah who is long and wavy.
“Maybe Mas will be seven days in Numa, finishing our new store,” Ilham said in a soft voice.
Farah shook her head, she cried. Farah was not willing if her husband left again, remembering that Ilham had gone for days without news. “Do not! Don't go there,” Farah's voice sounds as hiccuping.
Inspiration let go of his embrace. He stared fixedly at Farah's face, wiping away the tears that had spilled. “Why crying? I go to work baby, do not do anything else.”
Still Farah shook her head. “Did I forget? Five days I called Mas unanswered, the message unanswered! Do I have to feel it again?”
Inspiration knew this would be difficult, he did not want his wife to cry. Ilham got up and took Farah's cell phone. He tapped on a series of numbers and then saved them under the name “Numa” Store.
“This is the phone number of the store in Numa, you can call this number to make sure that I am in the store.” Ilham handed Farah's phone to the owner.
Farah kept shaking, a sign not to be left again. “What if I join Mas Ilham to Numa City?”
Inspiration is a little out of the mind to persuade Farah's heart, she is very strong-willed to join Ilham.
“Honey, I promise in seven days it will be back. You can ask for whatever origin you stay here.” Ilham made an offer for Farah.
Farah's eyes were round, she didn't shake. Farah pointed her little finger in front of Inspiration. “Appointment only seven days?”
“Oh yes Mas, for request may I ask something?” ask Farah.
Ilham frowned. “What would my wife ask for?”
“Can I ask a friend to accompany me while Mas Ilham is away?”
Inspiration fondles his wife's request, “Friends? You mean the girl whose style is like a market thug? Who is his name .. ah yes his name is Kinanti?” Ilha squinted her eyes.
Farah shook her head. “Not Kinanti, Mas.”
“Then?”
“I want mbak Rahma to stay here Mas, until she gives birth.”
Inspiration pensive, he had to think whether this was a good way out. “Good, can be dear.” Ilham pinched Farah's cheek.
“Okay, it's night and time for bed. Tomorrow you come with me yes, we pick up Rahma.”
Farah exclaimed in excitement. Inspiration smiled, he hugged his wife to go to sleep immediately.
Good evening.
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