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20. Speak

Nirmala blinked her eyes repeatedly hearing questions from Adnan. He shook his head quickly and sat down in front of Adnan. "I'm nothing, sir. Want to have lunch now?" ask her.

Adnan remained silent as he looked at Nirmala who looked down. The man's smile expanded looking at his timid wife. Abi Musa had just called and he told her that he was married. However, he asked not to tell Ummi first for fear of riweh and interfere with his work here.

Light yellow skin, a small nose about the size of a woman, thick eyebrows without an eyebrow pencil, pliable eyelashes. Adnan expressed much gratitude for all that was destined for him. Including getting a wife this short.

Adnan knew that Nirmala was not Farah who had been Istiqomah in closing the aurat. However, from the beginning the belief to marry Farah never existed. Precisely given a challenge by women in front of him make his beliefs more burning.

He also knew that Nirmala kept trying to undo her intention to marry the young widow left dead. But again he emphasized. His heart felt confident over the decision to marry Nirmala.

"We need to talk, La. We can't possibly go on like this" he explained, making Nirmala dare to look at Adnan.

Nirmala agreed. It also cannot be awkward. He realized not his time anymore shy like a newly married girl, he was a woman who had been married.

"really. The first thing we have to change is our calling and talking. I ask you not to speak so formally," asked Nirmala honestly because every time Adnan spoke exactly like a teacher.

"And you don't call me father" said Adnan chimed in to make Nirmala hold back a smile.

Nirmala was silent for quite a while thinking of a proper call. "Mas. I just call Adnan," he said, making Adnan smile.

Nirmala kept her head down and misbehaved as Adnan kept looking at her without taking a look. He looked at his appearance once again, nothing was wrong. The negligee did not turn back, he also tidied his hair to check if something was stuck in his hair. He thought, his dandruff looks there.

In fact, it has been a few months diligent to the salon and feel no more dandruff there. Nirmala also folded her lips into her mouth, worried that her lipstick was uneven.

Oh gosh. Nirmala felt strange to herself.

"you are beautiful. There's nothing wrong with how you look, La. Your hair is also neat," Adnan chirped seemed to understand the meaning of Nirmala gelagat who had been unable to sit quietly.

In fact, the cause of such Nirmala is Adnan himself.

Nirmala gulped down the saliva violently, venturing into Adnan's eyes. God, I don't know why her husband's gaze was so intimidating. Leadership is very clear even from the gaze alone.

Adnan did not answer. The man patted the sofa next to him which was empty for Nirmala to sit next to him.

Nirmala got up and sat down beside Adnan hesitated. For a very long time she was not close to any man other than her late husband, Arman.

"What kind of marriage do you want?" tanya Adnan shifted his seat slightly to face Nirmala.

Nirmala was asked like that to be bitter. "The happy marriage. All I know is that once we get married we are no longer comparing things before or after being a couple. If we are married, all we have to do is be patient and endure. Mutual introspection so that couples are not burdened. Don't just demand the perfect partner but don't want to change for the better."

"Mas. I want this marriage to be my last. If anything happens, I hope you keep me and keep me your only wife. My marriage before her, my in-laws didn't like me. Especially when I'm not pregnant, again. Really, I would feel fine if my husband supported me. Not just defending my mother-in-law. Besides, I know that the husband belongs to his mother to the death."

Adnan silently heard every word coming out of Nirmala's mouth. His hand held Nirmala's. For the first time the two pairs of eyes look at each other in a long time.

"Mas just wants to make you a wife living in heaven with you. So, die we learn and explore religion together. Whether or not a child is God's business. It's important we've tried. If in the world we are not in the love of children, hopefully in the hereafter our children are many."

The two smiled after Adnan's words just now. Then the two men nodded.

"We live and commit. Be patient and persevere" Adnan said firmly and Nirmala nodded.

"Let's eat, mas." Take Nirmala and Adnan nodded.

Nirmala walks ahead of Adnan to the kitchen. After Adnan sat down, Nirmala took two dishes from the shelf and brought them to the dinner table. He ate for Adnan.

"Sorry, mom. Just a balado egg and vegetable sauteed spinach alone," said Nirmala.

Adnan smiled as he received the plate that Nirmala had handed him. "Alhamdulillah. This is more than enough, La. Back then, when I was in college. Often eat rice mixed with jelanta oil to save money."

Nirmala. In the heart say Istighfar because it still often complains even often already cooked but often eat outside just because it is not tasteful.

Forgive me, O God.