Not Planned Love (R3)

97. We're All Right

...97. We're All Right...

...“We're already happy. We're doing just fine. We are together and there will be no one to disturb.”—Atmariani Karamina Adriani...

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The sound of a spatula that meets the surface of the frying pan, seems to sound quite loud filling the kitchen area. Although the temperature outside the room can reach several degrees, he is still eager to make breakfast in the morning though. Though there is Bi Ismi who has passed it. The middle-aged woman who worked as a domestic assistant had already offered to replace the young master. However, he accepted the offer.

She had only cooked a simple breakfast this morning. Spaghetti with pesto sauce. That's a sauce that's world-famous from Liberia. Sauce made from a mixture of garlic, basil leaves, olive oil, oregano, and various other herbs and spices it is commonly served as a paste spice.

Living long in the European continent, of course, make his tongue quite accustomed to the various western processed menus he usually meets. In addition to making pasta, she also prepared salads. The menu is mandatory for the wife's breakfast, along with a glass of almond milk of course. Soon the beautiful woman will wake up.

A wide, powerless smile did not rise on his lips, as his memories returned to revolve on the events of last night. A beautiful evening at the end of December. They were happy playing in the bathroom. Until the wife was overwhelmed and fell asleep because of the soy sauce.

Don't think strangely just yet, not because that's what it means. Yes, they play around in the real sense. After that sweet kiss, they spent time soaking and playing soap scum. Nothing happens more intimately. Because he also realized that he still had to be patient and hold back. All of this will have its time.

“Yanda!”

His wife is awake. Evidently from the sound of the clattering of steps seemed to be heard in a hurry down the stairs.

“Good morning's. You're awake?” he greeted the wife.

“This what yanda?” instead of replying to the husband's greeting, the beautiful woman pointed at the part of her neck that was decorated with a purplish-red rash.

“Love bite,” replied the husband plainly.

“This same, this, this, keep this.” The beautiful woman pointed at the parts of her body that had the same mark. His lips looked thick. The sign is not just one, but many.

“That's the sign,” replied the husband while serving his homemade cooking. “Come sit, we have breakfast.”

The beautiful woman who came down with a double large shirt on her body, seemed to stomp her legs annoyed while walking towards the dining table. “When did Yanda do it? Kok Kara don't know.”

While looking at the husband upset, the beautiful woman shifted a plate containing spaghetti pesto made by her husband.

“Overnight,” replied Arsyad lightly. He did leave a mark on some parts of the wife's body. He thought his wife remembered the moment he put the sign on. Knows no.

“Do not repeat again. This is hard to say,” ketus Kara. Moreover, the sign is partly left in the neck. Could be hard she got rid of love bya made in her husband's.

Arsyad smiled faintly as he looked at the sitri. “No promise.”

How can he be brave about something that is starting to become his favorite. After all, Arsyad randomly anxious to see the wife appear just by wearing her t-shirt that looks dirty on his wife's body. Just like this moment, for example.

Because drowsiness, the beautiful woman to the point of not consciously falling asleep just wearing a top in the form of a T-shirt belonging to Arsyad. He pulled the origin of the boss from the closet because it was already sleepy.

“Already, eat your breakfast. After that we go to campus.”

Kara nodded lazily. Arsyad who saw that smiled faintly at him. This behavior of his little wife, always evokes a booster mood for the morning.

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Man is a place that never escapes forgetfulness and sin. Same with Arsyad and Kara. As far as what knowledge Arsyad has, master, also review. He is still a man who sometimes does not escape sin. When one of them he did, istigfar and the letter of repentance became a way of return. Like this morning, for example, the beautiful man did not forget to take the time to read the letter of repentance. Remembering the sin he had committed for allowing a woman who was not his mahrom to come into contact with his skin.

Arshad didn't do it on purpose. It's just that the mind that was in a state of turmoil made him escape the sin. Thus, istigfar and the Epistle of Repent became the way back. Arsyad never planned to cheat on his wife, let alone play with fire. For him one woman was enough for him, let alone Kara accompanying him all this time.

“You're cold?” ask him to his wife.

The beautiful woman wearing the moca-colored coat gave a small nod.

“Cabinets.” Arsyad drew his wife's hand so she could carry it in her coat pocket. Nodding the cold fingers to provide warmth.

The streets have been enlivened by trinkets that are usually installed to celebrate Christmas and new year. Shades of red, white and green become the dominant color. There will be a lot of entertainment until the art stage later. All this is done as a form of celebration in winter and welcome the feast of the nasarani. Although the temperature is very cold, all that does not necessarily reduce the spirit of people to celebrate the feast.

“What Papih is back?” Ask Arshad when they get to class.

“Iya. Papih went straight home again. Him very busy.” Kara glanced around her while answering.

The class is filled with several people, more precisely a couple. They sat together, some were chatting, hugging, some even stealing each other. It's commonplace to happen here.

“Do not view.” Arsyad grabbed the side of his wife's face to face him.

The beautiful woman smiled broadly as she looked at her husband. A thick white scarf today became his mainstay to cover the neck. Covering the sign behind it. Given that, a red hue appeared radiating across Kara's cheeks.

“Do not think a no-no. That is not good,” said Arsyad while scrambling the head of the wife.

Though Kara's hair is ruffled. However, the heart of the beautiful woman who came was ruffled.

“You know what is childfree?” Ask Kara suddenly.

“Childfree?”

Kara nodded while smiling faintly.

“It is the term used for the thought that frees a person to have no children?” arsyad. His fingers are still playing on the beautiful mane of the wife.

“Iya. Now being discussed.” Kara's back to voice. “There are many reasons why this childfree happens. One of them is due to health conditions, mental readiness of the future Mother or prospective Father, to other problems.”

“Then according to yanda how?”

“Having the child lengthens the descent. His presence is a gift from God. But, all of that goes back to God and their respective partners. Whether God allows children or not. Applicable also to each partner.” Arsyad said while staring at the wife.

“The reason is, having offspring is not easy. Both in terms of physical, physical to financial everything must be carefully calculated. Neither husband nor wife. The husband should be ready to think far ahead as a father who has other responsibilities later. A wife must also be fit and spiritual as a Mother.”

Hearing the husband's explanation, Kara re-published a smile. In her hands was the husband's fingers tightly. “Keep, according to yanda when are we ready to be Fathers together Mother?”

Lying if Arsyad is not surprised to hear that. However, he was able to handle his shock well.

“I'm ready,” he replied softly, while scratching the temple. “But, I don't know with you.”

“Kara ready, kok.” Kara answered clearly.

Again, Arsyad managed to be surprised by the beautiful woman. “Hm. But, being a parent is not easy, Kara. Are you sure?”

Again, Kara nodded steadily. Arsyad is confused how to act. On the one hand, he is happy because his wife is ready to be a mother. But, on the other hand he is also gamang reality if the pressure will come from various directions when they finish their education later.

“The lecturer is coming. We'll talk later, yeah.”

The beautiful woman pursed her lips in annoyance. She was not satisfied with the husband's answer. To him, their conversation this time was still very hanging. The topic they are talking about is heavy. Some of the risks they will take later if they choose to have a slack in the middle of fighting two families.

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...Sukabumi August 23, 2021...