My Halal Lover

Chapter 15

I approached Aulia's sister without taking my husband.

a husband? what kind of a name is that?

Farhan was still busy smiling . I think he's daydreaming. They stepped towards us with their hands tightly wrapped around Nanda's shoulders. Now that I know they're cousins, but my heart still can't accept such a view ..

" Come, Farhan hunt here! The Nanda hoe. Not even bosen what? now you can embrace Fiana " my aunt's ledek .

I felt my cheeks heat up. Meanwhile, Farhan only smiled meaningfully at me, which I responded by turning back my gaze. I don't think I can believe all this. It's confusing me .

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After the event was over, Farhan's brothers and friends of my mother's father's friends from college came home . I'm in boyong here .

It's in Farhan's room.

Raditya Farhan Vijaya! The room was so pretty in a pink rose, my favorite color.

I took a hape from my bag. Not to contact anyone, I just want a selfie! heheh

When I was busy taking pictures, the door to the room opened. I'm surprised I'm not playing. The shame is not playing either. Farhan casually said his greetings and entered my room. Emm, I mean our room ..

I put on a look that I felt was pretty creepy towards Farhan. Not afraid, he laughed.

" Why?" tanyanya polo's.

I shook my head, then headed to the bathroom to change this dress.

" Where are you going?" farhan held my hand which I immediately patted slowly .

"What?"

"We haven't taken a picture there with the wedding dress."

" Hey, a little smile. You are not happy to be married to me. " He pulled my cheek to smile.

Chequerek

After she finished taking our photos, I went to the bathroom to clean up the body. I also want to replace this dress with a dress and a wide hijab that some days I have been used to wearing .

When I came out of the bathroom, Farhan was engrossed in his gadget while occasionally smiling.

Fuck up! What kind of husband is that? Just got married, already busy smiling with gadgets. I was very tired and sleepy, but Farhan just fell asleep in his bed.

I decided to lie down on the sofa near Farhan's bed.

Adzan asar. I feel like I still want to stay on top of this soft bed and hug my favorite roll. Warm and it feels weird.

Since when is my roll this big? Wait up! a mattress? I slept on the couch! I opened my eyes and kyaaaaaa...!!!!

I pushed Farhan to the floor.

" What the hell are you, fiana? sick know!"

Farhan rubbed his head that seemed to hit quite hard . I still don't want to talk to him. Just as I set foot on the bathroom floor, he had already charged in. It sucks!

" I go first, yeah, I'm afraid I'm not going after the worshippers. "

I think it's true too. If I wudu first, could he be late to the mosque. But , I still don't answer .

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