PASUTRI (On Love & Happiness)

CHAPTER 22

Zahra's frustration was slightly reduced because it turned out that Faza still considered him his wife even in a beautiful woman who Zahra herself thinks is almost perfect. Faza also told Zahra to sit between them so that Zahra did not think that it was not about the two who did not have any special chat.

“You're sorry about me, right?” Faza asked after Rosa left her and Zahra.

Zahra folded her hands under her chest. Zahra also threw away her gaze unwilling to look at Faza who had already made a great upset yesterday.

“Who is he?”

Faza smiled. Faza was sure Zahra would have forgiven him.

“She Rosanti. My classmates fit in are still high school. Sempet forgot the hell earlier, but after he showed the photo first on his social media I remember it a little.”

Zahra clucking. Rosa didn't think of it.

“It looks like mas same he is very familiar.”

“Not really. Just a coincidence did not accidentally meet just now so chat for a moment.”

“Hmm.. I want to continue working again.”

When Zahra was about to get up, Faza immediately blocked his arm from holding him back so that Zahra would stay.

”I'm really sorry dear.. I realize I was wrong. I promise I won't repeat.”

Zahra sighed. With Faza introducing him as his wife to Rosa alone it has made him a little withered.

“Mas please release me. Mr. Santo can be angry if you know I even sit and chat casually with his customers.”

“OK I'll take it off but look at me first.”

Faza got up from his seat standing right behind Zahra who was still unwilling to look at him.

“Mas.”

“Sayang please.” Please Faza.

Zahra took a deep breath and exhaled violently. Not wanting to get angry from Santoso, Zahra also complied with her husband's plea. Zahra turned her body and looked at Faza who looked very tall when he was with her.

“You what the hell?” Zahra asked in an annoyed tone.

Faza smiled sweetly. Although Zahra still did not want to smile at him but at least Zahra was willing to look at him.

CUPS

Zahra's eyes were perfectly rounded when Faza suddenly kissed her lips.

“I love you my wife darling.” Faza.

“Iiiihh.. Apaan the mas. Kiss in front of a lot of people. Shame tau.” Ketus Zahra with both cheeks blushed in shame.

Faza laughing.

“So where do you want to kiss her? In toilets? or in our room?” The temptation of Faza made Zahra feel even more embarrassed.

“Iihh.. Already ah. I want to continue working.”

Zahra soon passed with mixed feelings, between shame and happiness.

Zahra continued her work. While Faza, the man again sat in his room intending to wait for Zahra to finish work.

From a distance Santoso saw Faza kissing Zahra's lips in front of his customers. Santoso clucked then passed with a feeling of anger.

“Basic no shame.” Umpat Santoso.

I don't think time goes by so fast this week. Zahra is done with her work.

Zahra came out of the restaurant side by side with Faza who continued to gently grasp Zahra's hand.

“We walk first yuk? Abis was having dinner outside. I haven't had dinner outside.” in a long time

Zahra stopped walking when she found Aris' car parked. Zahra forgot her promise to Aris this morning before starting work.

“Eem.. Mas, but I promised to play at Aris's sister's house. And that's Aris' car already here. Brother Aris said this morning to pick me up.”

Faza followed his wife's gaze. Since that night Faza has never met Aris again.

Faza sighed. Faza was eager to come. But Faza believes Aris must still be very angry with him and has not been willing to forgive him.

Zahra turned her head to look at Faza who was smiling sweetly at her.

“You're not coming?”

Faza shook his head.

“You were there.”

“Mas but..”

“Udah no papa. I'll be back later to pick up.” Sela Faza gently caressed Zahra's chubby cheeks.

Zahra. Faza and Aris' relationship is still cold. No wonder Faza is reluctant to follow him to be with Aris' house.

“Ya has.. But you do not fall asleep again at home mom.”

“Sleep a few minutes papa will let you have a strong night of literacy.” Temptation Faza blinked one eye at Zahra.

“Iih mas whatan. Talk about it on the side of the road like this. Basic pervert. I went to Aris first.”

Zahra yelled at Faza and then immediately ran to Aris' car, who had promised to pick him up this morning.

Faza smilingly looked at the back of his wife who was away from him. This time the man tried to put his ego aside. Faza did not want to make Zahra back angry at him.

After Aris's car passed carrying Zahra away, Faza was wearing his helmet and then climbed onto his motorcycle and passed at medium speed to the residence of his parents.

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“What? you want to take this donut home?”

Faza nodded with a mouth full of donuts. The handsome man remembered his wife while eating his favorite potato donut made directly by his mama, Sinta.

“No, no can. You just eat it all here. Don't take it home.” Resolute mom.

Faza sighed with a sad expression.

“You know you want to bring it for your wife, right? Mama did not givebolehin. Mamah does not want him to eat the slightest of what mamah make.”

Faza put the remaining half of the doughnuts he was eating.

Sinta who saw that frowned.

“Why not get used?” Ask.

“I'm full mah.” Answer Faza slowly.

Sinta narrowed both her eyes. Sinta did not believe the reason Faza. Sinta knows how he likes Faza with a snack that he deliberately made for his first son.

“You crave the same mom?”

“Not really. I'm really full.”

“Do not lie to Mamah Faza. Mom doesn't like.”

Faza. Faza was a little offended by what his mama said about Zahra not being allowed to eat any of the dishes he mamahannya made.

“OK okay, you can take home all these donut doughnuts.”

Faza looked back at the mama. Her smile expanded looking at her mamah who was looking at her with an annoyed face.

“Truly mah?” Tanya Faza was enthusiastic.

“Yes, But you have to eat a lot huh. Habisin.”

“Zahra can eat right mah?” Ask Faza lgi.

“Bby. But a little.” Answer Sinta ketus.

“Thank you mah.” Faza's smile was happy.

“Hhmmmm.”

Faza is sure now. One day his mother would understand him. His mother will bless his relationship with Zahra. Maybe the process is not easy. But Faza remains optimistic everything will be beautiful in time.