My Imam, my army

salsa's masseuse

...If it is true that love is because of Allah, let it flow according to the flow of Allah, for it is from Allah, and it flows only to Allah. ...

...-Angkasa Dirgantara...

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Salsa let out a long sigh after she finished cleaning this large house because her service hours were also off. His heart was happy because his mother had started to improve greatly. It is not in vain that he every in such a night asks God to restore his post-traumatic condition. Salsa hummed ria while putting down the broom she used earlier. The woman was already covered in sweat that soaked her body. Apparently, cleaning a house this big is very tired.

Salsa glanced at the clock hanging sweetly on her wall which was already showing at four in the afternoon. He felt very tired because he had cleaned his house this morning. And in a minute, Dirga will be home from his business hours. She will take a bath and cook for her husband later. Take it easy, Salsa had already thrown away her own ego. It was Salsa's duty to serve her husband. If not, he will be even more sinful because he did not carry out his obligations.

Salsa went into the room and opened the desk drawer near her bedroom. He opened the bottom drawer and found white papers. The paper had been stored for seven years until it was shabby. Salsa intends to throw it away, because he is afraid of being known by Dirga.

He scooped up some of the paper to throw it in the trash can in his room.

"What waste, you?" suddenly there was a baritone sound that shocked Salsa who was about to throw the paper.

Salsa nervous. But with that nervousness, Dirga easily took the kerta that was in the grasp of Salsa. Dirga saw if some torn paper that read arabic letters. Dirga has not confirmed what reading is on the paper.

"It's really like paper toys" he said casually as he ascertained what was on the paper. Salsa tried to seize the paper which made Dirga become curious.

"Written, what? No love letters, huh?" said Dirga.

"No mas," Salsa said unknowingly so that made Dirga stunned because of the call.

"You call me, mas? Seriously? Please repeat once more" he asked, but Salsa shook her head while still taking the paper from Dirga. But impossible because Dirga is higher than him.

"Repeating!" yell again.

"No! I want to read what it is,"

"Don't. Salsa please," he said with a welt.

Dirga read the contents of the paper and while Salsa covered her face that had been flushed red because it held in shame. The woman retreated and immediately slammed herself into her bed while covering her head with a pillow.

"Plisss brother, diem yes. Don't make me more embarrassed" he said, who was still in the pillow and not covered by Dirga.

However, Dirga had read the Arabic script. Her name. Exactly with the paper that Dirga had while he was still sitting in High School. Dirga was surprised to know that. Turns out? Salsa is the owner of the beautiful Arabic script. Dirga paused for a moment to think because he had no idea if Salsa liked him since he was still in High School. During, that? Seven years, long time? And the chick keeps her feelings in, all right? Without a single one there was a person who understood Salsa's feelings. And as long as he was with Ara, Salsa still loved him.

Now God answered his prayers, and he met the man he had been seeking. God found them in their legal status in marriage. The power of God is great. Once again, Dirga did not expect Salsa to like him for that long.

"Sal," call Dirga slowly.

Salsa got up from her bed and looked at Dirga, but instead of saying something. He hummed loudly because she was so embarrassed at this time. Yes it is. Rice has become porridge. What can I do. Dirga has read it.

"Coralpwetisoalalalalala ... " Salsa hummed loudly while covering both ears.

"There's a lot of mosquito noise anyway" he said loudly. It made Dirga laugh. Why is Salsa so adorable, is that?

Salsa got up from her seat then slowly approached the exit while babbling nonstop. Hoping that way, Dirga would not talk to him about the paper.

"It seems like you have to take a baygon" he said again, which makes Dirga can no longer bear to see it.

After successfully opening the door of her room, Salsa immediately ran over. Dirga who saw it immediately chased after him. The man still in his uniform ran downstairs again to chase after Salsa.

"SALVUH!" shouted Dirga who ran down the stairs, "AWAS FELL YOU," he added.

"The salsa! I just want to thank you" said Dirga, who was busy trying to catch Salsa.

"WHERE ARE THE BAYGONS, ANYWAY? MOMMY CLAY INSECT KILLER SPRAY, NO? YOU SEE, THERE ARE A LOT OF MOSQUITOES, NIH," cried Salsa while avoiding Dirga who continued to pursue her.

"PLEASE MOTHER, SALSA IS BEING PURSUED BY GENDERUWO" she shouted, laughing. The woman ran straight to the back garden.

"your ungodly wife is Salsa because she has spoken of me as a demon" said Dirga, laughing.

"Salsa says genderuwo is not a demon" Salsa mocked.

"Just the same, right?"

"It's different, brother," he said. The woman had started to fret about running, "already. Surrender!" he said, raising his hands with Dirga. It was immediately used by Dirga to catch Salsa easily. The man hugged her tightly as he said, "thank you,"

Salsa's breath was already irregular in Dirga's comfortable chest embrace. Salsa tightened her embrace on Dirga. While Dirga stroked the small back of Salsa gently.

"You used to be a marathon athlete, huh?" said Dirga.

Salsa shook her head in Dirga's arms. They looked at each other for a moment. Dirga could see that the woman in front of him was exhausted.

"You're out, what's the matter?"

"Home clean-up. Yes incandescent. Usually the army is stronger. Want to hire a masseuse baby with the money. Kan Salsa already has her own masseuse now," he said shamelessly again.

"So I'm a masseuse, you?"

"Yes, brother," he said. However, suddenly his stomach felt nauseous. He gripped Dirga's shoulder tightly.

"You, why?" Dirga had known twice that Salsa had experienced something like this.

"In the wind it looks like."

"You're going to the hospital?" bargain with worry. However, Salsa shook her head steadily.

"Take the room with me" said Salsa spoiledly. For some reason, the attitude of the woman lately wanted to be very spoiled with Dirga. And without further embarrassment, he blatantly spoke his wish to Dirga without the guilt barrier that once enveloped him.

And Dirga was actually also surprised by Salsa's attitude that changed 180 degrees. The woman who looked quiet and calm, now became active in speaking. Even joking. As of this moment, Salsa asked Dirga to carry her up to her room. And it seems, his wife's mood is improving greatly. What may be because of the increase in time, love goes on.

And apparently, Salsa loves him. It makes Dirga happy and feel guilty with Salsa.

about the meaning of Love in Silence contained in the Qur'an. Love does contain many meanings, ranging from spoken love or love that is just silent. If it is true that love is because of Allah, let it flow according to the flow of Allah because it is from Allah, then it flows only to Allah.

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The same miss Salsa and Dirga raise their hands dong.

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