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30. Ready, Zaujati

"So it has to be next month?" Nirmala asked Adnan. His eyes seemed to be teary after they talked about something about a plan that would make a woman of wife status become sad.

Separate, long distance relationship.

"It's only been a month and we won't be separated again, baby." Adnan stroked Nirmala's head from the moment she was in his arms crying.

Is correct. 

In two days Adnan had to return to East Java. However, his return was without Nirmala. Because, Nirmala had to take care of the data collection problem of her late first husband so that labor money can be liquid immediately. Before his first mother-in-law returns.

What makes Nirmala sad is that Adnan can pick up Nirmala one month ahead. Who can withstand long distance relationships? Moreover, they are in a romance drunk. 

Mournfully. Of course, but we must both understand each other's circumstances. 

"Mas," whined Nirmala again as if he had not accepted to stay a month. 

Adnan understood that Nirmala had let go. "Mas will try to pick you up sooner" he explained trying to calm his wife back.

"Promise, huh?" Pinta Nirmala later.

"God willing, baby. We will try to get you immediately," Adnan could not promise because he was worried about not being able to comply.

Nirmala. To be honest, she felt her true character that had long sunk to the bottom of the earth back again when she became Adnan's wife. Since the time of High School, she has been formed into a tough girl and has to find her own living expenses. From that moment on he forgot the basic nature of a girl is to indulge with those who are dear.

When she was Arman's wife, too. Her first husband's attitude changed after she had a miscarriage and never got pregnant. 

"Where are you going? We're going for a walk, yuk!" Adnan wants to spend time together.

Both sit. Adnan inched down from the bed to walk into Nirmala's wardrobe. His hands stretched out upward, taking out an envelope stored on top of the cupboard. Once he got there, he went back to the bed and gave the envelope to Nirmala. 

"What is this, mas?" Tanya Nirmala received the envelope.

"Honor of the Village. To you," Adnan replied, sitting his weight on Nirmala's side. "Maybe not as much as the monthly money that your late husband gave you. But I'm gonna try to make your life better, baby."

Nirmala grimaced at the last sentence Adnan said. "The money's for my stash, mas. No matter how much you accept, it's important that my inner birth is truly love."

"So you want inner love now?" Adnan asked a mischievous smile teasing Nirmala. His eyebrows seem up and down.

"Iihh, what the hell, mas? Bawdy," ledek Nirmala was about to get off the bed but was blocked by Adnan.

"Mas," the great-grandson of Nirmala glared funny because Adnan's gaze began to turn overwhelmed with passion.

"We've had two days off, you know." Persuade Adnan.

Nirmala shook her head in disbelief when Adnan who incidentally as an ustadz can behave this way. "What the hell. Mr. ustadz perverted, uh." Not wanting to resist, just weird doing that during the day.

"Sin if you refuse, baby." Adnan's voice began to hoarsely hold something that began to clutter down there.

"It's still noon, mas. It's so hot."

Adnan scratched his non-itchy forehead. "But I want to, deck. He had also woken up," pointed him towards the heirloom that was still wrapped inside there.

"Mas," he tweeted again.  She could not refuse her husband's invitation.

"Can, yeah. Just for a second."

****

"Don't pout in front of your husband. Not good," Adnan scolded without getting angry. He knew that Nirmala was still upset by her actions this afternoon.

"I'm tired, mas." Nirmala's whining is upset. It was always like this when Adnan asked for his rights as a husband. Not dislike serving, but her husband's energy was as if there was no end to satisfy her. 

Adnan chuckled, knowing that his wife was not angry. Spoiled, yes. Nirmala just wants to be pampered. "Sorry, yeah. You're good, anyway."

Nirmala's face flushed hearing that. She hid her face in Adnan's stomach because she was hugging her husband who was sitting. "Don't lie. You know that I'm not a girl, mas." The inevitable truth.

"What if you're not a girl? The proof is that you always feel clamped fitting already entered? Very satisfied with the service you provided. Want proof?" 

"No, mas. Enough," reject Nirmala quickly. If he had to repeat it, he wouldn't be able to walk after it.

Adnan laughed again at Nirmala's refusal. Really, he felt his life became happier and calmer being near this wife of his. If he had met Nirmala in the first place, he would have been ready to marry.

"Mas." Call Nirmala to remember something.

Adnan looked down at Nirmala.

"To the Night Market, yuk." Take Nirmala.

"Aren't you tired?" ask Adnan. Didn't his wife complain of exhaustion from his actions? Why did he just take her away now?

Nirmala sat down. "No, mas. I'm not tired" he said. I really want him to go both ways like a courtship person. Because before, never. All of them alone.

"Yuk. Be prepared" said Adnan. 

Nirmala immediately ran into the kitchen with a blanket covering her innocent body towards the kitchen. He really did not expect if the meaning of the phrase 'just a moment, dear' spoken Adnan is a short break for worship and intake. After that will wrestle the heat back until both are satisfied. 

In the bathroom Nirmala kept smiling considering Adnan's sweet treatment. Clean yourself with a mandatory shower first.

After with that, Nirmala was dressed with a loose robe and the rectangular hijab covered her chest. 

"It's his socks" Adnan said, handing Nirmala maroon-red socks. "And the mask," he continued.

"Why do you wear a mask at night, mas?"

Adnan looked at Nirmala's face which looked even prettier. His wife used eyelash thickeners and lip dyes. "To cover some of your face, baby. I'm jealous if your face is seen by another man."

The atmosphere was suddenly silent as Nirmala also stared at Adnan's face for a moment. He likes to be envied, he likes to be arranged, he likes a toxic relationship but directs himself in terms of the truth. He immediately put on the mask. "Mas also wears masks. I also do not want the good looks of many people admired," she said sewot considering her husband is ustadz. Many worshippers must have admired him.

Adnan smile. He stroked Nirmala's head and kissed her head. "Ready, Zaujati."