My Imam, my army

romantic

"mother," Salsa called her mother who was currently sitting in a wheelchair facing the window. The middle-aged woman only kept silent as Salsa repeatedly called out her name. After the accident, the mother did not reveal any explanation at all. Until Salsa called a psychologist. The mother was disturbed due to a deep sense of trauma. Probably, long enough for this therapy.

"Mother eat yes,"

Mother stay still.

Salsa tried to feed a mouthful of chicken porridge. The mother received a bribe of Salsa which made Salsa smile happily. There was little response to Salsa. Salsa continued to feed her mother painfully.

His mind ached to see his bunda become like this. Losing someone we love is something bad that has ever happened in our lives. But, want what else if the timeline has been determined. And the end has already been picked up. All the creatures of God do not know when they will be picked up.

Salsa shed her tears, then she quickly wiped them away again and smiled at her mother.

Salsa tried to feed her mother again, but she refused. Maybe the mother is full. Salsa smiled again.

Then, he walked over to put his plate into the kitchen.

"Let me alone," suddenly the baritone voice startled Salsa while forcefully pulling the dirty dishes carried by Salsa.

"Astaghfirullah," cried Salsa.

"Why should you?"

"Just get in,"

"Don't be surprised, Sal. Ntar you are my difficult hangers," said Dirga with a ignorant smile.

Salsa looked at Dirga sewot.

"Oh so all this time I've been bothering big brother, huh?" Said cynical.

Dirga laughed softly.

"Why do women always carry their feelings when talking to men. What's his name? baper huh? Women are always sensitive when it comes to anything. I never understood the feelings of women. For example, like you gini, but I only joked doang you know, Sal. But you're a baperan, hihi," Dirga grimaced after saying the word baper. He slightly moved his legs quickly because he understood that Salsa would hit him as usual.

"Sir Dirga!"

"I'M BUSY SAL. SORRY YES!" he moved away from Salsa.

Salsa could already feel little by little the sincere feelings that Dirga gave her. And he also had to bury little by little his guilt feelings to his cousin. Since he was beginning to come to his senses, he could not be like this continuously. Salsa thought about divorcing Dirga someday because of this guilt. But God hates that divorce.

Which demon is trying to whisper that negative idea to Salsa?

Salsa soon caught up with Dirga who was washing dishes in the kitchen. He smiled at Dirga who was washing the dirty dishes earlier. Salsa's feelings are burning. He liked this guy for years. And now he has it in the way that Allah has given. Indeed yes, the soul mate who governs Allah swt. Didn't think so far that Salsa's soul mate was Dirga. The man he likes!

"Why do you think I'm kayaking, then?" Dirga said while washing the dishes. He turned his head to look at Salsa who had been watching him.

He knows something really.

"I'm handsome, huh? That's why you're so fascinated" Dirga said before singing to Salsa.

Brushed...

Looked...

look at your face,

That sweet...

Dirga sings like that. The song is currently crowded on social media. The song is like yel-yel that was sung when Dirga was still going through the training period to become a TNI.

"Acharmed!" Pekik Salsa's.

"I deliberately missed, so that you too would be fascinated,"

"What the hell, brother! Gaje is so a person!"

"Go there, let me prepare the food. You must be hungry, right? Pretending to be happy also requires energy. I made a special fried rice for you. After that we get ready to pray ashar together," said Dirga while putting the dishes are clean after washing.

"Pretend to be happy what the hell!"

"Don't gas or neng if you say,"

"Yee who's hustling! B is it!"

Dirga approached Salsa.

"Thank you for holding out so far" he told Salsa, stroking the top of Salsa's head. Salsa was already bewitched by it.

After a while, Salsa blushed in embarrassment and lowered Dirga's hand which stroked the top of her head. Don't ask how happy she is because Dirga loves her. However, Salsa tried to be relaxed to cover up her prestige nature to Dirga. Hihi basic woman!

Dirga removing the Salsa hijab. Salsa remained silent and her heart trembled. He prayed that Dirga would not hear the heartbeat that he wanted to jump out right now, as a result of Dirga's current attitude.

Salsa closed her eyes.

He put the hijab around Salsa's neck. He could see if Salsa closed her eyes. Dirga stroked the beautiful hair of Salsa. Her hair is jet black. Dirga's burly hands went down to scour every inch of Salsa's face. His eyes were narrow, his nose small and his lips red without a lipstick. Both thumbs of his hand turned to stroke both of his eyebrows without smearing the eyebrow pencil. He loves the woman in front of him right now. Dirga's hand was again at the top of Salsa's head and his mouth was chanting a prayer for the woman.

Not long after, Salsa was suffocated in shock. Because suddenly Dirga carrying it ala bridal style. He listened to Dirga whisper in his ear. Somehow the concentration of Salsa became too high instantly. His head is a little dizzy. Salsa could only hold on tightly to Dirga and silence a thousand languages. Fear mixed with pleasure.

Salsa understood where Dirga was taking her.

And Dirga forgot her stomach that was rumbling from hunger since then.

This time I'm sorry, Sal. Because I couldn't hold this for too long.so whispered Dirga that sounded faint for Salsa.

To be continued...

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