My Secret Love's

Orders

Long story short, now Alam and Husna were in the room after breakfast with the family.

“Mas, what will we do this morning?” husna asked her husband who was focusing on his cell phone and sat on the sofa. While Husna she was busy styling her hair and also her hijab.

Azzam also put down his phone and looked at his wife was fixed, “Don't we today will visit Gilang. I'll take you there.” Azzam.

Husna smiled then approached her husband and without hesitation she immediately sat on his lap. Azzam smiled and chose to wrap his hands around his wife's waist. He was happy when Husna was spoiled to her like that because then he knew that his wife was no longer consider her a stranger.

“Mas, sure you want to invite me to visit him? Are you not jealous?” husna asked, looking at her husband.

Azzam smiled then looked back at his wife, “Munafik mas if he said not jealous but this context is different. We came to see the sick. After all, my wife doesn't like or love her. So just calm down a little. Even though I haven't heard your love.” Said Azzam tightened his hands that were coiled around his wife's waist.

Husna who heard the words of her husband was smiling and then brought her face closer to her husband's face and one soft kiss landed on her husband's forehead, “What I have been doing all this time. Is the reception I do still not enough so that mas still need a love speech from me?” husna asked, looking at her husband.

Azzam smiled and nodded, “Mas wants to hear from you alone baby. Indeed love speech is not needed as long as you receive mas but still mas want to hear it from you.” Azzam.

Husna smiled, “Why smile dear? Don't you want to realize the dream of a mas who wants to hear that love speech from you?” ask Azzam.

Husna shook his head, “Hum, Husna think again.” Husna.

“Ouh let's not be minded and just say it.” Azzams.

“That love can't be forced. So don't”

Cup

One kiss landed on Husna's lips, “Alright. Mas will wait.” Azzam.

Husna smiled again and hugged her husband tightly, “Bas stupid you mas. Can't you realize that I'm in love with you. I love you mas.” Inner Husna. He did not want to express his love directly. Just later.

After that Husna also took off her embrace from her husband then she immediately stood up from the lap of Azzam, “Husna want to take a bath first. Get ready to visit Gilang. Must be beautiful not to visit someone.” Husna smiled at her husband and then headed for the bathroom.

Azzam who saw that also smiled happily, “I'm glad you're not stiff with me anymore dear. I'll wait until you say your love. It's normal that every man does not need the expression of love from his partner but I still want to hear it from you. I'm waiting for that time to arrive.” Azzam.

Now Husna was at his dressing table was arranging his hijab back after bathing. Azzam himself was wearing his shirt.

“Mas, we want to visit people. Life yes shirt. Looks so formal.” Husna said without seeing her husband and just looking at her dresser.

Azzam smiled at his wife's words. He's not offended at all. He was glad that his wife was commenting on his dress because it meant so much that his wife was paying attention to his appearance all along.

Azzam also approached his wife and put his hand on the neck of his wife, “Mas, do not so later his hand impaled a needle later.” Husna warned her husband.

Azzam smiled and then took off his hands from his wife's neck and then chose to peek at the top of his wife's head, “Darling, you know that this clothes for mas. Then why are you complaining to yourself?” ask Azzam.

Husna took a deep breath and looked at her husband from her mirror, “Mas, indeed I prepared it just why I did not directly change your clothes with what I wanted because I also still consider how you dress. I'm afraid that what I choose will not suit your taste and you don't like it. It can hurt my heart because you don't respect my choices. So to prevent that then I choose to prepare clothes that suit your style during this time I will protest.” Husna smiled.

Azzam also laughed at the words of his wife, “Honey, you are so adorable. There is an idea, yes. Do not want to be blamed but instead want to comment on.” Azzam.

“It was his fitrah lady mas. They always want to win. Not if you lose, let alone blame. We also rely more on our hearts than on our logic. Remember also, if a woman has used her logic then at that time it is certain that you men will not be able to touch our hearts. So be grateful as long as we have not used our logic.” Husna said.

Azzam nodded, “Ya well understand dear. Nor will it make you use your logic. I like you to show to mas. So just use your heart it's dear.” said Azzam who was nodded by Husna with a sweet smile that adorned his face.

“Ohiya, now say mas should replace this shirt with what?” azzam asked, standing up straight and pointing at the shirt he was wearing.

Husna was also finished with the ritual was immediately stood up then immediately to walk in closet belongs to him and not long back with some new t-shirts in his hands.

“Come mas choose one that mas like and want to wear now.” Pinta Husna's.

Azzam instead of his choosing he just looked at his wife suspiciously. Husna soon realized her husband's gaze, “Ck, don't suspect me so much. I've been preparing these clothes since our three-day wedding if I'm not mistaken. I bought it for you at the time. I've estimated your size.” Husna explained.

Azzam smiled at his wife's explanation, “Alright. Because my own wife who has confirmed my size then like her I should not waste her.” Azzam smiled seductively.

“Ck, perverted.”