Quality Love's

Episode 52

*Second Kali Di Imami By Her

At exactly 02:25 in the morning, Qiyas drove to his house in a car, he stepped on the gas to the last number with high speed feel public street private property until some other riders feel very disturbed in his making.

"Well.crazy, people!"

"Woi's tired of your life, huh?"

"You're really crazy huh, you think this is your father's street?" heard the swearing of some riders who were also upset by him.

After 30 minutes exploring the asphalt road he finally arrived in his yard, immediately he parked the car and walked inside, in front there was already seen bi Lijah who was setting aside a little curtain cloth while peering outwards, knowing Qiyas who had arrived he immediately opened the door.

"Sir" said softly bi Lijah.

"Where's the salt?"

"Non Salwa in the room, his body is still hot master" without a long expression again, immediately he walked in and then turned towards the guest room but suddenly bi Lijah again voiced behind him.

"Ahm...tuan?" sesaat Qiyas menegunkan langkahnya sambil menoleh ke arah bi Lijah yang ada dibelakangnya saat ini, melihat ekspresi datar dari bapak pilot itu, pun bi Lijah kembali bersuara ragu-ragu padanya.

"Sorry sir, but now non Salwa does not wear hijab"

"Pake hijab do not wear hijab why? she is my wife"

"Yes but sir..."

"Udah.mending aunty nyiapin me hot water, soon I want to shower" he said.

"Good sir"

Apart from the restraints of Bi Lijah, immediately Qiyas continued her steps to the guest room, right in front of the door, as usual she sighed for a moment while opening the door, opening the door, from a distance he looked at his wife who was sleeping while sneaking his steps toward the wife.

Right on the side of the bed, he was still standing straight looking at the face of Salwa who was lying without a veil, also seen some patches of koyo that was still neatly arranged on his forehead, he said, it seemed that occasionally Qiyas also tucked his smile in front of Salwa who had not realized his current arrival, until slowly he set aside a little bedcover then sat right beside Salwa's body, hesitantly Qiyas placed his palm on the wife's forehead.

Salwa's body was still warm palpable, immediately changed the expression of the husband's face to be a little worried, he then grabbed a small container on the table that contained a washlap inside, maybe not long ago bi Lijah also had time to compress the head of Salwa, slowly he squeezed the washlap cloth and then immediately he stuck it on Salwa's forehead.

Seeing the description of Salwa's hair splattered everywhere until it almost covered her eyelids, she said, still with a slightly hesitant behavior he also pointed his index finger to fix strands after strands of Salwa hair that looks disheveled.

"She's beautiful as well yah it turns out.." she muttered unintentionally, suddenly he began to wake up and did not expect the compliment was thrown just like that even deep in his mind as well as nodding to what had just been said softly from his mouth.

"Mmmm......" Salwa began to groan while scratching her head, freely he flipped his body as if no one was watching him at this time, Qiyas was made head bobbles over his behavior.

"Slept this mess want to room with me?" muttered.

Until shortly afterwards when the dawn of the morning was bathed, Salwa began to stretch into his two hands, accidentally the fist hit the body of Qiyas who was currently sitting nearby, feeling as if there was something strange Salwapun tried hard to open his eyes but with a still blurry view he seemed to see a man who was cross-legged in front of him at this time, still not sure he continued to rub his eyes until his vision was really clear highlighting the face of a man who is none other than his own husband.

"Haaa?" Salwa voiced out in shock as she woke up sitting staring intently at Qiyas who was in front of her at this moment.

"Why are you in my room?" he continued, in contrast to Qiyas, he only answered his wife's panic question with a fairly relaxed answer.

"Ow so this is how you welcome your husband?"

"Huuftttt..I asked you why are you here?"

"I just.cuman menggeliat condition you aja, your body happens to be still anget, well once twice I compress your head eiitss.but you do not care first, but you do not care first, I do it too because it's just a return of understanding?"

Two minutes after the short chat, Salwa began to widen to his two eyeballs, touching the head that was not covered, he was again hysterical in his making, he was, he was immediately aghast from the bed and ran to the closet in a hurry.

"Where is my hijab? where am I hijab?" he panicked more and more, while looking around for folds of hijab, but soon his gaze began to be fixed on a bath towel hanging beside the closet, right said the saying no root rattan was so, so, immediately Salwa immediately covered her head with the towel.

"Udah is late" said Qiyas.

"Why do you want to move?"

"Pake it again, because you are not careful so you know our secrets"

"Well..cock because of me? Not that you are talking to papah if I am sick, try that time you did not talk the same papah surely everything will not be found out"

"Stop.anyways tomorrow you have to move all these things to my room"

"I don't want to ah, I'm already at home in this room"

"You think I like you sleeping in my room?"

"Tok.tok.tok" came the sound of knocking on the door which suddenly shifted the frenzied atmosphere.

"What's bi?" qiyas asked instantly, in front of the door that was only that part, was seen the Lijah bi who stood up and then voiced to him.

"The hot water is ready, sir"

"Ok.." he was surprised and moved on from there.

*****

"Usholli Fardhu Subhi raka'ataini mustaqbilal kiblati ad'an lillahi ta'a.." Salwa was about to begin his takbiratul ihrom but his lafadzan stopped instantly when Qiyas greeted him from behind.

"Salvas?"

"What else?" he's a little upset.

"Ahm.." suddenly Salwa cut her groans, as if her hair was beginning to swell due to the annoyance she had been harboring since.

"If you have privacy, I also certainly have privacy, you make a rule in your room just one step I can not enter without your permission does that rule not apply at all in this room? even though this room is just a guest room? if your mouth is allergic to say hello, at least close the door before entering"

"Key..."

"Okey yet?" Salwa is getting up and down how not, since the beginning they were married to this day, the word "Sorry" is almost unspoken from the mouth of a Qiyas Fathir Grace.

"Continue?"

"Free right? I said at length, anyway you keep pretending not to know, Can you not really, just a little you appreciate me? if you can't be a wife at least consider me as your guest in this house"

"What are you talking about?" sontak Salwa stared at the sinister face of the man who was standing before her at this moment.

"May I pray here?" added again.

"Sholatlah, this is your home, want to pray where you like" he said while rolling the prayer that had been stretched earlier and immediately he stepped away from it, but suddenly Qiyas grabbed his hand and then presented the question in a very soft voice.

"Where are you going?"

"You pray in the middle room" he said, while walking forward but from behind, Qiyas kept his arms held back until Salwa had difficulty moving from there.

"I mean, I want to pray here with you?"

Hearing the request, he then looked at the face of Iiyas, without a sound again he continued to peek before the husband while granting his current inner request which continued to whisper "Can't...you can't cry Salwa"

Even the sense of astonishment that began to dwell in his mind at the request of Qiyas just now, enough to make Salwa's lips began to look irregular manyun made until he was unaware he began to shed tears that had been blocked since.

Faced with this atmosphere, it was enough to make Qiyas scratch his hair hemisphere, of course he was in a state of confusion so that he was getting stiffer and did not know what to do, of course, soon he grabbed a box of tissue on the table and placed it in front of Salwa.

"Nih.." looking at Qiyas's behavior like that, while pecking at the annoyance in Salwa's mind, this handsome man's yes period did not know how to take a woman's heart, at all, although it was as simple as having to wipe the tears or at a glance rubbed his shoulders, no longer thinking for long, Salwapun immediately grabbed the tissue he sowed and then resignedly he wiped his own tears, until both of them began to establish morning prayers berjama'ah.