My Imam, my army

Salsas

Dirga just came out of the bathroom. After 15 minutes of her bathing ritual, Dirga was drying her wet hair. The man sat on the lip of the bed. He uses a black polo shirt. Somehow if men wear black shirts the charm increases.

When she finished, Dirga was about to take her black pen which she placed in the drawer of the nightstand near her bed. However, the black ballpoint pen did not exist. Dirga searched into the drawer below him however, he also did not find. Dirga tried to look into the other drawer. Because the black ballpoint pen is not just for writing. Because inside the ballpoint pen there is a record that is important to Dirga.

In the bottom small drawer, Dirga found some white paper strewn about. He intended to clean it up because it was too messy. However, on that torn paper he saw such familiar writing.

"Sister?" Salsa called out to him from outside. Quickly Dirga returned to the origin of the paper. He sat back on the bed relaxed. Then he saw Salsa walking in and brought him a cup of coffee. Dirga's mouth smiled sweetly.

Dirga watched Salsa walk.

"The coffee is in the drink" Salsa said as she put Dirga's coffee on the nightstand. Salsa smiled afterwards and sat down next to Dirga.

"There's still a lot, Sal," said Dirga with a smile facing Salsa.

Salsa nodded her head. But suddenly, his stomach was heartburn wanting to vomit. The woman got up from her seat and ran to the bathroom. Dirga who saw it spontaneously just followed Salsa into the bathroom. He kneaded the nape of Salsa.

"You got in the wind, huh?" Dirga said with worry.

"No, no" said Salsa quietly.

Salsa walked to her bed because her head was too dizzy to sit. Thankfully, it was his day off work. So Salsa is relaxing for today.

"Are you sure, papa?"

"Yes sure,"

Dirga heard the sound of Salsa's cell phone ringing, "hp his voice,"

"Let's go" said Salsa, positioning herself to sleep comfortably.

"Who knows how important,"

"Yes have brought it here," said Salsa again while receiving his phone that was thrust by Dirga.

Salsa read the message. It was from Dr. Randy. Salsa lazily replied to the message. And then, he just put it next to him which made Dirga curious.

"Why?"

"Who?" Ask Dirga again.

"Doctor Randy" Salsa said, closing her eyes.

"Well?"

"No idea" said Salsa, still with her eyes closed. I don't know why she gets so sleepy in the morning like this.

"Do you not know?" Ask Dirga again while sitting on the lip of the bed near Salsa. Of course Dirga was curious about the contents of the message to make Salsa lazy medengannya.

"Sister!" salsa with her eyes closed. A great drowsiness had approached him. His head was also dizzy because Dirga was very noisy.

Dirga approached Salsa whose eyes were closed. The man smiling sweetly looked at Salsa who was sleeping like a baby. He brought his face closer to Salsa until his nose could touch Salsa's nose. The man smiled.

Dirga's hand tickled Salsa on her waist to make Salsa's eyes open wide and stared intently at Dirga's bead. Salsa exhaled violently. His gaze was as if he wanted to eat Dirga right now.

"Sister!" He exclaimed in annoyance. However, Dirga instead stuck out her tongue to tease Salsa.

"I'm sleepy not to be disturbed!" Salsa said with annoyance.

"Who is bothering you. I've only been fooled from earlier," he said, holding back his laughter.

Salsa frowned and immediately shifted position and turned her body because she was reluctant to look at Dirga. Salsa also covered her body with her thick blanket.

"So?"

"Salvana?"

However, there was no response from the girl to make Dirga increasingly tickled amused. Since when did Dirga become a prankster like this.

"Ciyee, there's a lick,"

Angkasa Dirgantara, that guy really loves the woman in front of him at this time. The woman who is now his life companion. God deliberately brought himself to Salsa. However, Dirga was afraid of being a thorn for Salsa. He did not want to hurt Salsa. For her, women are weak creatures that must be protected.

Dirga approached and hugged Salsa from behind in her sleeping position. Her hands forced Salsa's head to become a female head pillow.

"So?"

"I want to have a serious conversation with you" Dirga said.

Salsa was silent with her eyes open. Perhaps to Dirga's knowledge, Salsa had closed her eyes.

"I'm afraid to be a thorn to you,"

The deg!

Salsa silence. Confused by what Dirga said?

"It's like you've gone to sleep" Dirga said as she stroked the top of Salsa's head fondly while peeping her head occasionally to breathe in Dirga's soothing Salsa scent.

"Yes, I told you, who knows my story is present in your dream this sleep," Dirga paused his sentence, "God created man in pairs, yes? If I had gone first, you would have to find my replacement" continued Dirga who made Salsa want to shed her tears. What Dirga was talking about. Why does her husband say that. What was? Salsa held back her tears from coming out.

"You know for yourself, if I'm a devotee of the country. I'm afraid to be a thorn to you. If I were gone, I would pray for you to have a better priest than me,"

Don't want to brother! Salsa just wants a sister!

Dirga continued to stroke the top of Salsa's head fondly.

"Because we don't know when death will pick us up,"

"I love you sincerely from my deepest heart. It's also not my crush, Sal. I say this because it is true that I love you. I am not a crocodile either. Just calm. I love you because of God" said Dirga, long-tasting Salsa's head. It made Salsa cry in silence.

To be continued....