One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 3

The fragrance opened its eyes as the sound of the door squeaking sounded. He blinked a few times before turning to the direction the sound came from and found that it was Hangga who opened the door.

The man who had become her husband wore long pants moka color combined with black t-shirts. I don't know when Hangga changed her clothes.

The man approached the bed to get a pillow. Then bring the pillow over the long sofa in the corner of the room. It looks like a tangled face of Hanges. Make Harum feel guilty himself. Feeling guilty for falling asleep first without waiting for her husband on his first night.

Harum thought the cloudy face of Hangga because she was the one who fell asleep first.

The new fragrance will greet Hangga and intend to apologize. But stop because Hangga spoke first.

“If mom asks, just tell me last night here same you.” Hangga said as she threw her body on the sofa without even a single glance at Harum.

“You heard me not?” repeat Hanges, for there is no answer from Harum. This time Hanges spoke by staring Harum, although his body remained in a lying position on the sofa.

“What do you mean, Mas?” Harum did not understand what her husband had just said.

“I don't want mom to say a word because last night I left you. Just say, last night I was here with you.”

Harum only understood what Hangga said when the look in his eyes fell on the wall clock hanging right above the sofa. The round object shows at 04:20.

Does that mean her husband wasn't in this room last night?

“Iya, Mas,” sahut Harum finally.

“Mas Hangga want to sleep? Soon after dawn,” said Harum reminded when Hangga began to close his eyes.

“Bangunin me later at half six,” message Hangga still with closed eyes.

“What we do not congregate at dawn first, only after that Mas sleep,” suggestions Fragrant.

Salat congregation with the husband is one of the activities he dreamed of when he was married. Moreover, the man he had secretly liked long ago was the one who became his priest.

Hangga opened her eyes and looked at Harum with an annoyed look. “You can't be? Please don't be noisy, I want to sleep!” his jolt.

Smelling for a moment. Didn't expect the Hanges would yank at him. The touch of the Hanges makes the chest fragrant a little throbbing pain.

According to the orders of Hangga, Harum woke up the sweet-faced man with dimples at 05:30. It is not difficult to wake up Hangga, just say, “Mas Hangga wake up.” Her husband opened his eyes and went into the bathroom.

It was fragrant to sit restlessly on the edge of the bed while Hangga was still inside the bathroom. To be honest, the two in the room with Hangga made his heart stiff. Understandably enough, the pious Harum, never had a special relationship with a man. He doesn't have many male friends let alone dating.

Harum just stepped up, heard the bathroom door open

“Where to?” asked Hangga when Harum had held the knob of the door to exit the room.

Harum looked back and saw the figure of Hangga with her wet face. Maybe her husband washed his face. Think Fragrant.

“Wait here. After this I want to talk to you,” said Hangga while slapping the prayer mat. In that instant, Harum also understood that the wet face of Hangga was because of the water of wudu.

“Iya, Mas.” Fragrant nods. Then he sat on the sofa that was occupied by Hangga while sleeping earlier. Her soft lips smiled as she watched the Hangga Salat.

The man wearing the blue-coloured checkered holster and the same top of the shirt that was worn the night before was truly the priest of dreams. Besides being handsome, his idol man since childhood was also diligent in worship. How lucky he was to have a husband like Hanges.

Hangga has completed his two rakaat obligations. It was fragrant to look at her husband with a puffiness that filled her chest. Hangga who was raising her praying hands was really charming in her eyes, and also sexy.

For Fragrant, a sexy man is not one who has a torn bread-boxy stomach, or an athletic body like a bodybuilder, but a man who believes and fears his God.

Believe me, a man who is afraid of God is guaranteed to treat his partner as well as possible.

“Hey!” reprimand Hangga when he saw the woman wearing a brown hijab was sitting dreamy.

“Ya.” Harum gasped as he suddenly sat on the same sofa as him in a distant position. Fragrant on the right end and Hangga on the left. It does not look like a newlywed couple, but it looks like a person who is in the middle of an enemy.

“I want, we go home today,” said Hangga.

“Where to go, Mas?” ask Harum clumsy.

“Go back to my home,” replied Hangga firmly. “I can not linger here because tomorrow must work. That's why I ask you to help persuade mom to let us go home now,” he said.

Actually Harum wanted to ask more. ‘Indeed tomorrow Mas Hangga has entered work? Is there no marriage leave?’

However, the question was only asked in the heart.

Seeing the look on Hangga's face that implied annoyance, making Harum reluctant to speak much.

By the way Mas Hangga is upset why? Is it because I slept first last night, so the first night just passed? The fragrant mind wonders.