My Halal Lover

chapter 21

Farhan's POV

I saw my Zeela was busy with tomatoes in her hands. He was in the kitchen preparing our breakfast. It really is like a dream. I managed to get Zeela married and was able to tame the other side of her. Well, it's a profitable matchup in my opinion.

I hugged Zeela from behind. He's like a magnet that keeps me drawn to him. He looked up and smiled at me. Without being disturbed by my presence. He just continued his work .

I took off my arm from his waist . I walked towards the stove, moving Zeela's fried rice into the dish .

" Let me aja far. You wait at the dinner table."

" Don't, I want to help you. Udah, your quarry fried beef eggs for me there."

Without answering 'em, Zeela picked up the egg in the closet while humming a little.

The ringing tone of my smart phone rang out loud from inside the room. I ran to get it. Apparently Mama.

"Hello... Assalamualaikum, Maa."

"......"

"Sorry ma, Farhan forgot "

"....."

" What the hell is mah? No . This is Fiana cooking breakfast."

"....."

" Yya yaa ma, done. Believe the same Farhan okay?"

"...."

" morum."

I walked into the dining room . Fiana was sitting waiting for me.

" Who's calling in the morning ?"

There was something strange about his words just now. I'm still silent not responding ..

"Mass?"

He swung his finger in front of my face.

"What?"

"What ?"

Fiana looked at me confused.

"What should you call me ?"

"Mas. Something is wrong, right? You don't like that call?"

"Eh, yes.. .No . I mean, I like it so much."

Fiana looked in wonder at me. I know my face is warming up now. I've never felt this stupid before.

" Why are you? Your face is red like an abege chick in her gombalin guy, hahaha"

I pretended not to hear his words. I thrust the plate towards fiana . He only snorted annoyed at being ignored. But, he still scooped up the fried rice and picked up the side dish for me.

" Why are you? Something wrong, huh?"

" It's his fault I didn't marry you long ago, hahah"

Not blushing or anything because in Gombalin Fiana instead swerved towards me. It's so weird that my wife.

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Fiana's POV

This afternoon, the air was quite hot. We, me and my husband are still in the square. I still can't believe it. This city bears witness to the sacred pledge Farhan made.

Starting in this city my new journey, with my partner who insha Allah the Hereafter. Amynn.

Farhan was still fondly wrapping his arms around my waist. He wanted to show the whole world that I was his. No one can take me away from him. Well, at least I'm very happy about this.

He had already turned one hundred and eighty degrees. It was no longer the indifferent Farhan who seemed to think I never existed. Now my ice man has become a sweet and colorful ice cream.

I slowly removed Farhan's hand from my waist. He looked at me bingungg.

" Why?"

"I'm ashamed to see so many people. I don't think it's panting."

"How are the pantes?" Farhan looked even more confused.

" Yes.how did that effect. Teenagers in wide headscarves in the hug in public like this. "

"Bahaha"

Now I'm confused to hear Farhan's laughter.

"Kok laughs the hell mas?"

"You're funny anyway."

With an anxious face, he pinched my chubby cheeks .

"What's so funny ?"

With a pretentious face, I walked ahead of Farhan. Not even four steps, my hand has been pulled back.

"Don't act like you're really a teenager who's dating and crashing on the street. Inget, you're a mother now Zeela's ."

I glared at her words, while Farhan smiled mockingly. Ever since last night, he's loved to show a smile like this.

" What? You don't accept being called mothers, hmm?"

"Obviously, I'm not mom. Married, but not yet a mother.

Mucus! I think I chose the wrong diction.

"Hey, does that mean you want to be a mother soon? Hm? Then I'll give you."

Farhan raised his eyebrows. Makes me want to grab her hair until it falls out all. I will not answer his mockery again . I walked first leaving him who was still chuckling behind. In my heart, I cursed my stupid mouth from which this ceplos originated ..

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