My husband is possessive

Side Story (Bearing Love)

Their love was established after the marriage. Mas Gilang grabbed a hand

his wife after shaking tightly her in-laws' hands through the ijab qobul contract.

Witnessed by all the guardians, guests and relatives. They celebrate falling in love

that day. Embarrassed at the veil on their first night. Possibly

it sounds impossible, but the two couples are passing through the fate of their meeting

beautifully. Make everyone who knows them envious of the process

their marriage.

That's Ayana's older brother. Busy taking care of her three sisters, she

never had any relationship with a woman before she got married.

True singles.

Hardworking, family breadwinner.

In the afternoon as usual, office workers will close activities

with absent queue home from work.

After finishing all the work today, Mas Gilang started to clean the table. Tidying

the draff sheet put it in a drawer. Answer some greetings from friends

the office is finished packing. Grab his phone later.

“ Hello Deck Assalamualaikum, Mas already want to go home. Want to buy something

no?” Listening while sticking the phone he gave up on his shoulder. Her hand

still shutting down the computer. “ Alright.

Waalaikumsalam.”

It's really scary for my wife, to say it's up to you, whatever.

Imagine his wife's face for a moment, then move on. Tired yet

finished today. Solid roads will soon be discovered.

Wahh was queuing up. Mas Gilang muttered as he got off the bike. Exists

some people who are sitting waiting while playing their respective mobile phones. Watch the clock

hands, like him still chased magrib prayer at home even though he waited

queuing.  Mas Gilang wrote down his order and handed him a paper

which is then attached to the assistant seller in front of the order row.

Grab a plastic chair and enjoy the streets. Tired face

the breadwinners were soon replaced by smiles at the footsteps

they welcome their beloved couple. Or the laughter of children running around gentleness

to kiss the hand. Instantly as much as anything tired will definitely evaporate. Because

the one waiting at home is the reason the family's breadwinners work hard.

The HP he held rang.

“ Assalamualaikum, how are you?” The voice greeted cheerfully.

“ Waalaikumsalam. Thank God, how are you? College okay? All healthy

right?” Mas Gilang said, while getting up from sitting. Stay away from the queue

purchasers. Choose to sit on his parked motorcycle. Looking at the increasingly crowded streets.

“ Alhamdulillah Mas all healthy,

except for the wallet Haikal.” Tekekeh is shameless.

“ Haha.” It's worth it in the afternoon like this call, usually Haikal only

I love to send messages with Mas Gilang. “ Why?” Already know the end of Haikal's talk to where.

“ Want to fulfill the promise with Kirana Mas, nemenin she watched the concert of her idol.” Haikal continued.

“ Continue?”  What does it have to do

Haikal.

“ What?”  Mas Gilang fishing again.

“ Tickets are so expensive Mas!” Nestapa. “ Haikal Savings

ludes instantly Mas, already so Ki asked to buy original souvenirs again.” Whining is getting shameless. “ Haikal has promised. Hiks.”

“ When is the concert?”

“ Next month. But the tickets are starting tomorrow. Mas Gilang buy tickets only, let me buy the souvenirs.”

“ Yes already do not forget to pray yes later when watching a concert. Don't drown

pray because of the concert.”

“ Ready Mas. Thanks, my mother." Still coughing, not ending the call. " Belony Mas Gilang who is kind,” said Haikal again.

“ Many want what else?”

“ Hehe.  It is the best.”

“ What else do you want?”

If Haikal has been muji-muji, there must be an end to it. Mas Gilang closed his phone with a smile at Haikal's last request.

Just before Magrib got home.

My beloved wife opened the door after the sound of the gate closing.

The children ran to see their father.

“ Martabak yes. Mas is the best deh, I really wanted martabak.” Laughing happily while reaching

plastic in the hands of Mas Gilang. After that kissed her husband's hand.  Mas Gilang had already grabbed the youngest in his arms. Land a kiss and hear the babbling of the children. Get inside the house.

Nahkan gemes right, just said it was up-whatever, but again want martabak.

“ Mas believe that I no longer want something just think about it

tau-tau mas home bawain.” The wife smiled in shame.

“ Knock because we sehati.”

“ Father, I want to kiss too. “ The youngest in the sling envied seeing his mother kissed.

“ It, here, here all can kiss from Dad.”

***

Mas Gilang came out of the room after the children fell asleep. In the bedtime story. A kiss on the forehead, and a proud clap has been a good boy today. He found his wife lying on the carpet in front of the television. Playing with hp.

" The kids are sleeping?" When she saw her husband approaching. The man nodded and smiled. Then he sat down next to his wife. Grabbing jemari

his wife who had put the phone he was holding earlier.  Played them one by one. Pressing my nails and then kissing that hand.

These hands have been working hard all day.

Put that hand on her cheek.  Makes his wife's face blush.

“ Mas cape huh?”

“ You'll be more cape.” Kissing the back of the hand that is still attached

on cheek. “ This hand must be tired has been working all day.” Once again kissed every corner of his wife's hand. "It's because it's been taking good care of the kids." He took both of his wife's hands. Kissed her again. " This is because I have prepared the most delicious provisions every day for me."

" Aaaa, Mas Gilang what is it, make people ashamed." But the moment when Mas Gilang touched his fingers, kissed him. Always makes her heart shake and happy. " Tomorrow what will I have for lunch? ow!"

" It hurts. Hehe." He looked up while his wife's fingers were still on his lips. Laugh afterwards.

" What the hell, bite-bit."

" Abis you're worried."

" Aww, aww."

This is how these two couples keep their love. Sharing laughter after being busy with their respective work. They talk all day they do what. Things are easy, but make the bond between them heart does not fade. Despite the increasing number of numbers during the celebration of their wedding anniversary.

Seriate....

Mas Gilang

It's a shame that I'm the only one who knows this story, hehe