My Lecturer Maduku (Why Love)

fishes.

after a few hours of their final journey to Russia, Kahfi hopes to come to the country with Yasmin two months ago.

"you want to come to Yasmin's house or...."

"we went to the hotel....!"

resa immediately stopped unfinished kahfi speech.

"oh, that's it.. when I haven't finished talking yet...!"

said kahfi smilingly looking at the facial expressions of resa and Rayan who like not want to disturb them.

Yasmin also smiled looking at the behavior of Resa and Rayan.

"really? there are three rooms in the house?!"

"yes, we are in a hotel!"

resa said smilingly not wanting to disturb their honeymoon.

"oh yeah we've split up here, for tomorrow I'll chat you guys yeah...!"

kahfi said and embraced by the two of them.

after an hour of travel they finally arrived in front of the house of Rama and Yasmin.

Yasmin got down from the taxi and smiled looking at the house,

"mayo bang ...!"

yasmin drew kahfi's hand.

minimalist design house, a blend of maroon and white colors.

not too big but enough for both of them.

Yasmin happily stayed in that house, she could forget all the bitter memories that had plagued her life.

"Yasmine....!"

william approached them both,

Rama was quite familiar because his wife was also Indonesian, only they settled in Russia for the next and Rama left the house to William.

last night Rama contacted William to tell him about Yasmin and Kahfi's arrival.

"by William.......!"

yasmin said with a smile.

"Yasmin how are you?"

said William greeted politely because William quite understand adab muslims.

"well..this is Kahfi !

yasmin's husband om...!"

yasmin said with a smile Then Kahfi reached out and was welcomed by William.

kahfi entered the house, clean well maintained and looks comfortable.on the right side of the wall there are several photos of Yasmin with Rama and also a photo of the wedding of Rama and Marisa in Kul Syarief.

"Why bang ..ayo enter the room!"

yasmin made Kahfi smile.

"just went straight to the room!"

kahfi's words made Yasmin unite her eyebrows.

William himself went straight home after giving the key,

kahfi stepped on her feet towards Yasmin's room by hugging the woman from behind and dropping herself on the bed.

"astaga Brother...!"

yasmin looked at the face of the little cackling kahfi and then pulled Yasmin's hand to the boil.

"the new bang arrived.

Yasmin's gonna take a shower!"

yasmin said because he knew what Kahfi wanted to do.

"while.....!"

"Abang .... soon magrib!"

yasmin said with her blushing face.

kahfi smiled then moved up and lifted Yasmin's body into the bathroom.

"where you going?"

kahfi said pulling Yasmin's hand to sit on her lap, both of them had just finished performing the magrib prayer service.

"want to cook first, isn't it lager?"

yasmin looked into the misty eyes of Kahfi Desire.

"but Brother misses you..!"

kahfi words made Yasmin fixated, then Kahfi kissed Yasmin's lips while outside the snow the cold air increasingly added to the closeness of the two.

Yasmin opened her eyes and saw the clock showing at eleven o'clock in the evening, both of whom fell asleep immediately after bathing for the second time and performed the delayed isha prayer.

Yasmin felt her stomach rumble, though,

he also moved his heart so as not to wake Kahfi who was sleeping.

Yasmin opened the fridge and saw several foods ready to be processed including kahfi's favorite fish, Rama who asked William's wife to shop and fill the refrigerator in the house.

not expecting them to be greeted by snow.

"astage....!"

yasmin clapped his hands, which were suddenly around his waist.

"Ang..bikin Yasmin hangers!"

said Yasmin turned to the man who now stuck his chin on Yasmin's shoulder, kissed her to make Yasmin bristling.

"bang Yasmin the original laper!"

yasmin stopped kahfis.

"yes Brother is also a lager!

you sit here!"

kahfi drew Yasmin's hand and sat herself in the chair.

"you're making spaghetti, right!

you wait for Brother to make it!"

kahfi then grabs the spatula.

"can you?"

yasmin propped up her chin.

"could...!"

after that the two ate together, when people fell asleep they were both cool talking and joking.

Yasmin opened her eyes and saw the clock showing at five o'clock, Yasmin smilingly stared at the hand that was coiled around her waist.

in the past he always felt cold with a warm that lit in his room, the room warmers seemed to not work when the snow fell and create cold air, layered jackets did not make the cold air reduced.

but now Yasmin actually feels anger with Kahfi who continues to stick to her.

Yasmin looked at the sleeping face of the kahfi..

this handsome man was so kind and sincere to her, ten days together, kahfi created a wonderful story for her, like this actual newlyweds.

it is not he who sleeps alone in a quiet, cold night.

it was not she who saw her husband come and go as she pleased,

it's not her who smells a woman's perfume when her husband comes home,

although the story was outdated, but the memory of the bitter memories was still clearly drawn in his memory.

Yasmin gasped when she woke up and kissed her lips briefly.

"it's satisfied you haven't seen it"

kahfi chuckled at Yasmin's reddened face.

"Abang.." said Yasmin chuckling.

"it is very cold de.." said kahfi hugged his wife, holding her tightly channeled warmth that could not be given by the warmers.

these three years Yasmin went through all of her own, as if it had become an ordinary thing that she enjoyed quietly, but now in this house she and her kahfis sow the bonds of love.

***

after finishing the morning prayer Yasmin went out of the room to make breakfast.

warm rice, fried chicken..

that comes to mind, he also makes warm tea for Kahfi.

Kahfi himself was teaching inside.

Yasmin saw the fish in the refrigerator that was clean and ready to be fried, as her Kahfi would love if she fried the fish for her.

hurrying Yasmin to pour the oil on the frying pan, and taking the fish, the careless Yasmin immediately put the fish on the pan that was filled with hot oil.

"ah astagfirullah...."

yasmin said away because the oil immediately squinted at his hand.

"Yasmin.." said kahfi seeing Yasmin who was away from the frying pan.

"astage....."

kahfi hurried over to the stove without fear of oil hitting him.

"sad..are you okay?"

said kahfi who saw Yasmin's face immediately pale.

"Why it's not closed, the oil must be thin.."

"so you want to be closed just don't rush bang?"

kahfi approached Yasmin then hugged her.

kahfi took the p3k shown by Yasmin, rushing kahfi to smear Yasmin's wound with an antibiotic ointment that instantly created a cold on the wound.

"don't do something that can hurt yourself just to please others, you also have to think about yourself..

understand Yasmin?"

kahfi's words brought Yasmin into his arms.

seriate...

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