Pasung Tuan Muda's

17. From Him I Find Happiness

"Bos Revan, good luck with your new life, yes," said Hardian—, my best employee at the company, he is the most astute treasurer among others.

Touching his hand while looking at the greget, I replied to that remark. "Thank you, Dian ...."

"Tomorrow to go to work, right, boss. Don't be too insistent on the night, pity is still open," he continued with a triumphant face.

"Ha ha ha .. recek you, Dian. The hunted Lu, what are you waiting for?" ledekku while circulating a small laugh.

One by one the invited guests left the party location. While on the right side, there is still the wife who faithfully accompanied until the completion of the midnight event. The watch pointed, it's 24:00 p.m. Because one person was no longer on site, we both got off the lawn and rushed to the house.

Drowsiness also ambushed, the gust of night wind made me lose focus driving the car. Still wearing bridal clothes, the two of us were unceasingly chatting while throwing away the sleepiness that never wanted to go.

Now I have Siska. And the fetus she was carrying was almost two weeks old. Instantly making the soul of a father in this self rise, I felt like I was the perfect man because I had a soulmate.

A few minutes into the trip, we finally got home. Taking about twenty-five minutes or so, we entered the gate that was wide open. Apparently—Diman—the security guard at my house is still and did not fall asleep earlier, he instead played his phone while listening to songs.

Entering the door with wide strides, I was with the new wife hand in hand. Instantly we entered the room room on the second floor. The bed used by me and Marrisa when they were together. The facilities in the room are very complete.

I carried Siska's tiny body and put it on the bed in all white, for tonight I deliberately invite the wife to do the first night.

We enjoy the atmosphere of the night with love, sweating together to create the seeds of love that can later make a beautiful life as parents.

Hear ****** the wife, make my adrenaline peak and *******. We lock the door and love until tomorrow. Before bed, I read a surah so that the seed of love will become a child who can boast of parents, religion, nusa and nation.

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

بِسْمِ اللهِ اَللّهُمَّ جَنِّبْنَا الشَّيْطَانَ وَجَنِّبِ الشَّيْطَانَ مَا رَزَقْتَنَا

Latin writing:

"Bismillah, Allahumma jannibnaassyyaithaana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa".

Meaning:

"By mentioning the name of God. O Allah, keep us from the devil and keep the devil away from the child that You want to give us as sustenance."

If God had given them the son of that relationship, Satan would never have harmed him.

(Bukhari and Muslim HR).

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The morning has arrived. In the faint, I tried to open both eyeballs slowly. Position—Siska—my wife sleeps in a hug, she feels at home on this body. The watch shows at 07:00 in the morning. From the outside of the balcony, the scorching sun shines carrying—bright light enters through the horden.

Changing the sleeping position of the wife, I shifted it and left the bed. The footsteps led me to walk towards the second-floor balcony, a steady gaze upon a garden filled with blooming flowers.

Butterflies and birds chirping seemed to accompany this soul to feel at home on the balcony. Shortly after, a warm and warm embrace came from behind the body. I don't want to see who. Can be sure he is the wife who is calmly able to enter into the spirit of anxiety in recent months.

Not in vain to marry a woman like him, in addition to being gentle in attitude, he is also very shrewd when acting in bed.

"Honey ..," call him from behind, pitched a little and very affectionate.

I turned a little back, turning my body. "Wake up, sweetie ...?" my response, with my right hand I stroked her hair that was still disheveled.

"Mas, we take a bath together, yuk," he asked, then he hugged me tightly again.

From before him, I pinched both eyebrows. Then kiss her hair, and a little amused by her strange attitude this morning.

"She wanted to take a shower, why, hugging a gini?"

"Still wanting to hug, because I love Mas CEO very much," he ledek while grimacing amused.

"Start mocking like it. If this happens to us, it happens for real. Not only a lot of novel stories about subordinates marrying the CEO. Now it's real" I continued with a triumphant face.

Siska pulled my right hand very tightly, following her from behind, I raised both shoulders and walked leisurely. Entering the bathroom together, we also clean the body while reading the intention of mandatory bathing.

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

نَوَيْتُ الْغُسْلَ لِرَفْعِ الْحَدَثِ اْلاَكْبَرِ فَرْضًا ِللهِ تَعَالَى

"Nawaitul Ghusla Lifrafil Hadatsil Akbari Fardhan Lillahi Ta'aala."

Means :

Finished reading the intention of mandatory bathing, we both wash the body from head to toe to clean. When in the bathroom, we also never issued a word, because manners and ethics are important for religious people.

A few minutes to clean the body, I carried the wife back to bed. Open the wardrobe with your right hand, and pick up a pair of clothes that have been available.

"Now, honey, wear this shirt," my sodor to the wife who still dries her hair.

He grabbed the sodoran and put it beside his body, then he replied. "Thank you, Mum."

Everything was in order, we got out of the room together and wanted to find food in the kitchen. At that time, Bi Ira was still cooking the menu for today. From a distance, the smell is very inviting. Down the stairs, we arrived at a kitchen.

Siska had sat down first, then the middle-aged woman who worked as a housekeeper came to bring dishes and some menus. He thrust at us while putting on a very cynical face, no matter what he did that. To be sure, I try to be ordinary and stay cool.

Eating together as husband and wife on the first day, we got a bad response from Bi Ira. He seemed to be not sincere in serving Siska in this house, maybe he did not know who my wife is now. So, Bi Ira still thinks that Siska only wants to control the property of—Marissa—my first legitimate wife.

After eating, we rushed to the bedroom. Siska who had been playing her phone earlier, entered first. While I was staring at the strange girly Bi Ira who entered the basement hallway in a hurry. He also had food in his left and right hands.

Instantly I descended towards the first floor, walked up to the middle-aged woman and looked over from a distance a little. The steps stopped in the middle of the stairs, the sound of hysterical crying was heard very loudly from the room where Marissa was being shackled.

"Mrs .. eat first, yuk."

"No eating ...."

"Madam, if you don't eat, you'll get sick."

"Let me sick and die, why live if only to be destroyed."

"Astaghfirullah ... Madam, God is not sleeping. One day there will definitely be retaliation from what the Madam is feeling right now, be patient and we wait for the date of the play."

Hearing the two women in the basement, I again felt sadness. Moreover, the house, company and all the facilities that I use today belong to—Marissa—my first wife.

Exhaling a long breath and throwing from the mouth, suddenly a shout came from a different direction.

"Maas ...."

"Maas ...."

'That's Siska's voice, I have to get out of here. If he finds out I'm meeting Marissa, he might get angry again, ' the mind says.

"Yes ..," I shouted along the road to the second floor room.

Arriving at the door, the wife has prepared to wear all red clothes. Just a few minutes later, he rushed us to the hospital.

Curiosity continues to rain down on this soul, especially if not to examine the child who became part of the heart in the Siska.

Walking leisurely and sitting beside his wife, he shifted a little. "Beautiful right wife—Revan." I kissed the beautiful woman on the left.

"Mas. Come on, dong, hunt. Entar jammed in the road," he said as he combed his hair non-stop.

"Yes-yes," my response was brief.

While choosing clothes, I also wear sunglasses to add charm to this face. Comb your hair with a little oil to make it look more elegant. However, the wife just stared from her original position. He was like astonished by my strange wave that was pacing from earlier.

"Mas, don't be so handsome, dong, you'll be glimpsed by other women out there," he said suddenly, he stood up and took the glasses I was wearing.

"Well, really, taken. You know, if I'm ugly you're embarrassed to meet friends."

"A reason, I don't want Mas to be the center of attention of other women. Because Mas only has me," his grunts burst out.

From the left side, the wife simply folded her hands and put on an annoyed face.

"Darling .. I only have you, nothing else in my heart."

"Promise, yes."

I nodded twice. Looks like Siska assented my nod this time. After a few minutes of talking, we decided to leave the room. Walking and getting out of the house at a fast pace, we drove the car to get to hospital H. Anwar Mangunkusumo's.

Arriving at the hospital, we immediately entered the midwife practice room for consultation and find out the sex of the child in the womb of the wife. A few minutes into the conversation, Siska entered the examination room and followed the midwife's invitation.

From the waiting chair, I always put on my face. Waiting for the time to come to have a baby as a dream. Thus, complete my life to be a father.

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