My husband's counting

Eps 22's

Perhaps these few days were the happiness for Zahra and her husband, The couple was sitting in the tv room with Zahra's head leaning against the chest of her husband's field.

They laughed together as the tv screen displayed a scene that was quite a tummy shake.

" Mahaha." Laugh them together.

" Sadly Arkhan." Call Arkhan to Zahra while stroking his cheek.

" yes, yes." Zahra answered while meeting.

" yuk's room, mas kangeun really." Cup did not forget to give a brief kiss on the sweet lips of his wife, Zahra just nodded while bowed I don't know she was suddenly embarrassed to hear the words of her husband when they used to do it often.

In the room that Zahra now occupies, Arkhan continues to give intoxicating kisses to Zahra "Dear, I open ya." Again Zahra nodded, Zahra's long pajama buttons were perfectly open but their activities were restrained.

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" Mommy, are you inside ?."

" .... "

" Mas Arkhan." Call again.

Arkhan and Zahra looked at each other for a moment after which Arkhan rose from the top of Zahra's body.

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" What's up ?."

" Ih mas ko even here si ? afraid of lightning." His words were spoiled while hugging Arkhan's sturdy body, with a hint of drama sobbing.

" Cup cup cup, yes sorry, yes already ayoo to the room, mas ma'amani." Without looking back just looking at Zahra no, he passed after closing the door.

On the bed, again and again the tears of the beautiful woman dripped, it felt so stifling.

" If Arkhan is not my soul mate, let me be happy." He said as he wiped the tears that kept coming out as hard as Zahra held him back.

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This morning, the beautiful woman who is usually called Zahra came out of the room using a cream dress with matching hijab even though it is patterned, The gameplay Zahra wears is very contrasting fitting once seen in the smooth white skin.

" Assalamualaikum, good morning." Say it to the waiters who are arranging breakfast or who just pass by to bebenah other places.

" waalikumsalam, morning is also the mistress."

" What breakfast is this morning ?."

" It's madam, Cream soup equals toast."

" Hemm, the smell is so sweet."

the service just smiles.

Look at that beautiful face, again and again he managed to look fine in front of others.

I don't know what that woman's heart is made of.

" Morning neng Zahra." said Arkhan who was still embracing the Goddess' waist.

" Morning." Short without looking from the phone screen in the slightest.

" Tumben neng, don't use black again ?." After sitting at the dining table.

" No."

" That dong, pretty knows it looks."

" thank you."

It was not Zahra who prepared breakfast on Arkhan's plate, but the servants, the three of them just ate it.

" Don't want this breakfast." Said the woman while pursing her lips.

" What would you like to eat breakfast, dear ?."

" Other, I don't like cream soup."

Arkhan glanced at his cook, The cook was sensitized and passed towards the kitchen to prepare another breakfast.

" I'm done." Rise from his seat "Thank you for breakfast this morning." He was sincere with the servants.

After touching the back of Arkhan's hand, he went out of the house with his personal car, For a year he managed to set aside money to buy the car he wanted.

Days changed weeks, weeks changed months during which Zahra was only made Arkhan satisfied when the woman called the Goddess was coming to the moon, during which time Zahra also received it.

This month, Zahra managed to open two branches of his restaurant once gus, he was grateful for his achievements, with the addition of automatic branches turnover that he could increase.

The woman is endlessly grateful not to forget she also always shares with others who are more in need.

As he now carries a large container truck containing several boxes of food and other groceries, he heads to an orphanage that he has often visited.

" Assalamualaikum."

The boy ran, scrambling to hug Zahra, Zahra chuckled he was anxious with all the children.

" Oh, I'm sorry that mommy Zahra won't be able to breathe." Said the mother of the home that is often called the mother jasmine.

" Hehehe, don't papa ma'am, Zahra said they welcome me so much."

Jasmine's mother simply smiled as she received a helping hand from Zahra.

" Oh yes ma'am, I brought a little tree for the kids." While turning to look at the container truck that has dropped off the goods.

" god, tabarokallah thank you very much mbak Zahra, this is all very helpful."

" Same with mom."

" Oh yeah, mommy's son, mommy also bring bento box for you, Tuh there." Point Zahra at someone who is arranging the food box on the table.

" Fun to eat well, thank you mommy."

" same, eat a lot ya y'all, do not grab ok."

" Ok mommy." Answer them simultaneously.

Zahra and Ms. Melati also talked on the living room sofa, while the children ate their bento in the front garden of the house.

" Hello everything."

" Papih afan." Shouted one of the toddlers, he immediately hugged Arfan tightly.

" What papih brought ?."

" Take what ?? Taraaa..." showed off some toys in a paper bag that he brought, Suddenly they all ran around Arfan, while continuing to say thank you.

" Papih, for which Lala?" said the toddler, He is the smallest among others, Lala is also very spoiled for Arfan.

" This is special for Lala from papih." While handing over the box Barbie toy house also did not forget the beautiful Barbie in it.

" Well, that's great, thank you papih, Lala dear papaih." While peeping both cheeks Arfan.

" Who is inside ?."

" There's mommy." Lala answered with fun opening her new toy.

" Mommy ?." His eyebrows fused together, he was confused and concerned about who the mommy was they meant.

" Papih, wait, Lala call mommy first." After that, the toddler ran in.

He is seen clasping the hands of the hijab woman with a little run towards Arfan.

" Ooh slow pretty, later on jatoh loh."

" So calm mommy, Lala will be strong." after saying that the toddler was back in bed until..

Bruck..

He fell on his stomach, his knees bleeding from the rock he was stumbling on.

" Lala's." Said Zahra and Arfan together, Arfan ran towards Lala who was already in the lap of a hijab woman.

" Well beautiful Papih, sick huh ?." Brushing Lala's hair, Lala did not notice she kept sobbing in Zahra's arms.

Feeling familiar with the voice, Zahra looked up

" Zahra ?."

" Arabia ?." They said together, the two of them looked at each other for a moment.

But Lala's cry blew it all away.

" Cup calm we medicine ya, Here papih gendong."

Lala shook her head and tightened her arms to Zahra "Hiks. hiks. mommy is sick."

" Yes, be patient, baby, come on mommy's medicine." Zahra tried to get up, with great distress the toddler was thick and yes quite heavy, Arfan who saw it was not hearty.

" Lala is beautiful, I say hello pity hmmm mommy." His words were a little unpleasant, even though his heart was pounding when he called Zahra as mommy." Objection." Reciprocity.

Lala looked at Zahra, Zahra just smiled while nodding, she stretched her hand towards Arfan.

" Hiks. hiks.. mommy sorry."

" What's so pretty."

" We'll take care of the wound first." Lala just nodded.

Arfan held Lala on the porch of the parlour with Zahra beside him who was treating Lala's wounds.

Arfan continued to smile while looking at Zahra who was very motherly, he so imagined being able to marry Zahra someday surely his life will be very happy.