Naughty Wife Ustad Handsome
Workings
The next morning, Shamir, Syahira and Mbok were busy with packaging. Many items they have to pack because this morning they will move residence. Shamir and Shahira seemed so enthusiastic, they packed things quickly and nimble.
“This Yes, please insert into that box yes.” Syamir handed over some clothes to Syahira.
“Good Sham.” Shahira put the pile of clothes into the box.
After packing, they went back to check all their luggage afraid that someone was left behind.
“Koe real check, beware if anyone is left behind!” Gertak the Mbok on Syahira.
“Already Mbok, everything is neatly packed.” Tymphal Shahira.
“Yo wes, meh Syam, we walk now.” Said Si Mbok.
“Come. Bismillah.” They also walked to a new contract.
The new contract is not far from Mess. Just walk a few steps, they have arrived. Shamir then pulled out the contract key from his pocket, he then opened the door.
“Assalamualaikum.” Say Shamir while entering.
They then went into the contract. The contract was quite extensive, only it was still dirty because it had not been lived in for a long time. Now their job is to clean the contract, they work hand in hand in cleaning the contract. Finally the contract was clean.
“Mbok, this is Mbok's room. Mbok likes?” Syamir showed me the location of Mbok's room.
“Iya Sham, Mbok likes. Mature suwun yo le.” Then the mbok went into that room.
“Enjeh, sami-sami Mbok.” Syamir then approached Syahira.
“Well, Yes, it's our room.” Shamir took Syahira to their room.
“...” Syahira was silent while looking at the room.
“Sya don't like?” Shamir was confused by the expression shown by Syahira.
“No, I like it. But, I thought again. This room is still like a warehouse, I can't wait to decorate this room. Sya later will buy furniture for our new home, Syam help ya.” Syahira said.
“Sure Sya.” Answer Shamir.
After finishing, Syamir and Syahira then left for work. As usual, the Mbok they live alone in rented. Fortunately, this time the Mbok was healthy, so the Mbok often went outside and met with local residents to just expel saturation when left behind by Syamir and Syahira work. Si Mbok also began to regularly attend studies at the village mosque.
“Mbok, we say we work first yes.” Syahira. He then kissed the Mbok's arm.
“Wes rausah kiss hands all. There's a quick work.” Snap the Mbok.
“Mbok, Sya is carrying out her obligations as Mbok's son-in-law. That is respect Mbok.” Syamir.
“Mbok know. Wes there, you'll be late again.”
Shamir and Syahira left. As usual, Syamir will take Syahira until the angkot ride. But this time, on the side of the road there are already friends Syahira waiting. Alma is now seen parked his car on the side of the road. He then waved his hand to Shahira.
“That Doctor Alma yes Sya?” ask Syamir.
“Iya Sham.” Answer Syahira.
“Sya, please don't get too close to him huh. Syam just has bad feelings for him. Syam had seen Sya go drunk with him. Do not do it again, especially without the knowledge of Syam. She is now the wife of Syam.”
“Emang why the hell? Alma knows it well. He's been my best friend since I was in Syam High School. After all, about the drunkenness it was Sya who wanted to. But, because now Sya is forbidden to get drunk again just as Syam ya Sya will recede. But don't forbid Sya to keep in touch with Alma huh. She is my best friend Syam. You know that.”
“Huft, okay. Sham is also wrong, has suuzon against others. Please say excuse me Syam to doctor Alma ya.”
“Iya Syam, then Sya permission to work with Alma ya?”
“Iya Sya. Uh, one more thing. Before Sya left, Syam wanted to apologize to Sya because Syam could not deliver Sya to work. Syam has not been able to buy Sya a decent vehicle.”
“SSSSSTTTT. Stop saying that. I’m okay Syam. I'm happy with what we have now. Most importantly we still have each other.”
“Syam happy to hear it.”
“Yaudah, I say yes. Assalamualaikum.” Shahira kissed Shamir's hand.
“Waalaikumsalam.” Syahira then went to Alma.
After Syahira left, Syamir then walked to the store Koh Wang.
***
“So, Aunt, where is Syahira now?” ask Tamara the man.
“Ah, regular. He was busy with his silly job. The boy was always wayward, already offered the most prestigious position in his Grandpa's office instead he refused. He even chose to work under the index finger of others. Yes, even though he is still in the hospital with family-owned shares. But he was just a surgeon. Not the chief doctor.” Complain Tamara.
“Ah, it's okay Tan. His work is noble after all. Aunty should be proud. Uh, by the way, is she still single?”
“Uhuk.” Tamara coughed. He was shocked when he heard the question from the man.
“Why Tan?”
“Engga Teon's. Aunt just sprains. Yes, she is still single.” Tamara's alibi.
“Yes, i’m happy to hear that. So, can I still approach him?”
“Oh, emm, yes, sure. If you can seduce him.” Tamara looked panicked.
“I'm jealous of you Tamara. You have a beautiful princess. There are a lot of men waiting in line to get your daughter's heart, like Teon. He is a man from a distinguished family, handsome, a graduate of a prestigious university in the world. You don't have to worry about anything anymore.” Said one of the women sitting near Tamara.
“I hope the reality is so too.” Say Tamara flat. He sipped the tea he was holding.
***
The next night, Shahira came home a little early. He deliberately did not tell Syamir about his return. She wanted to surprise her husband. After arriving at the rented, Syhira served the food he had bought for dinner Syamir, the Mbok and himself. He also took a bath and wore a very fragrant fragrance, so that anyone who kissed him would fall captivated. Syahira ate with the Mbok first because it turns out Syamir came home later.
“Koe why? Evening with weangian. Where are you going koe?” mbok asked, looking suspicious.
“Neither Mbok. Not going anywhere. I want to use fragrances.” Answer Syahira.
“Oh.” The mbok continued eating.
After the night, Syahira remained silent in her room. While the Mbok had slept first. Syahira waited long enough for Syamir. It was almost midnight when Shamir came home. Syahira greeted Syamir enthusiastically.
“Assalamualaikmum.” Shamir knocked on the door. Syahira then opened the door.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Shahira kissed Syamir's arm.
“Sya, why not say that Sya has gone home first? Syam long time waiting for Sya on the roadside.” Syamir.
“Jeez, sorry Syam. I didn't know that Syam would be waiting for Sya.”
“Syam has said that Syam will wait Sya.”
“Sorry Syam.” Shahira lowered her head.
“Pope's no kok.”
They also enter. Shamir then cleaned himself up and had dinner. Syahira accompanied Syamir to dinner. After that, Shamir went to the mosque to pray.
“Syam, later you will come back here again right?” ask Syahira.
“Iya Sya, Syam only want to pray witir and tadarus for a while. After that Syam home.”
“okay. Wait for Sham. Syam must be spit-cepet home, night time is the time for married couples.” Goda Shahira's. The shamir of cold sweat heard it.
“I.ii.i...iya Yes. Syam pamit yes. Assalamualaikum.” Syam is gone.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Syahira looked disappointed.
“Yeah, failed. Uh, don't give up Sya, later on Syam comes home you have to prepare. Okay so I won't sleep until Syam gets home.” Syahira in his heart.
Soon Syamir came home from his prayer. Shamir knocked on the door. There was no answer for a long time. I heard the door open soon.
“Syam, just log in. The door is unlocked.” Syahira.
“Tumben Sya not out to open door.” Shamir said in his heart. Shamir also entered the house.
“Astagfirullah.” Shamir was shocked when I saw Syahira in front of the room door. The woman was now wearing only a short white satin dress. Her arms and legs were open, the dress covered only her body. Shamir is directly cold sweat. It was like he was not seeing Shahira. It was like seeing marline Monroe standing in front of him. Now Syahira sat on the bed while patting the pillow.
“Syam, I'm beautiful tonight?” Syahira now rubbed her hair. He tilted his head slightly, then blinked his eyes at Shamir.
Shamir tried to remain calm, but Syamir's mind kept saying that Syahira was his wife, Syahira his halal wife. As powerful as Syamir is, Syamir is still a normal man. He approached Shahira doubtfully. That night, Syahira really belonged to Shamir completely.
