Red Noctah
The Part 54
"Astaghfirullah ... If," he reprimanded while eroding the distance. "What's wrong with you, Razik's mother?" the man stared so closely. Trying to figure out what she wanted through her eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, not mahram!" his sweat cut off the gaze as well as throw away face.
"If I can't look at you, don't let me take on many more sins, hold me back on your rights" he said without breaking that gaze.
Hot air immediately invaded the cheeks, the roar made the woman misbehave. Anxious bisma herself sees her timid ex-wife.
"I'm out for a second, okay?" pamitnya.
When he just nodded without looking at her, it was too shameful just for that. Almost an hour later the woman waited, thinking it was possible that her ex-husband had come home and not returned. When Bisma opened the door, it was seen that when he had just performed prayer, the mucena on his body had not been released.
"Old kok?" the protest was a little upset.
"Why? Kangen huh?" chirps Bisma tease.
"Ish .. is very confident to be a person," he replied grumbling. Bisma smiled wryly looking at him.
"So long queue, keep me stay a while, sorry to make you wait," he explained uncomfortable.
She was afraid that she would think of something else. Because women are sometimes that unique, if they are upset, anything can be a target.
Bisma opened two packages, fried rice tripe plus shrimp croup served there. More than appetizing for a stomach that is screaming.
"I'm sorry if it doesn't suit your taste, I reflex just buy it," he said, placing the mineral water that had been opened as usual first. It made it easier for the woman to pour water into her mouth.
"Thank you" he said with a smile.
"Back of love." They eat in silence. Until the contents of the package are finished. Razik himself had fallen asleep and silence greeted them.
In the corner of the sofa room, Bisma looks busy with her cellphone. He let Bila sit on the edge of the bed. They were quite distant, actually Nabila wanted to say many things, but the woman was embarrassed as a woman. Moreover, he used to hate half-dead man. So, of course, just to build communication.
The woman fell asleep holding Razik's hand. Very uncomfortable position, sitting by dropping his head on the bed. Very eager to move his body, but of course confused, his religion forbids a woman and man who is not a mahram to touch each other that close.
Confused about what to do, the man took off his jacket and draped it on the head of the hijab-wearing woman. Covering her body to feel warm. He returned to the sofa, sitting pensively before finally sleeping there.
Half the night the woman was awake, a little warm and found a jacket cloth wrapped around her body. Uncommanded, the corners of his lips made an arch. A faint smile imagined the main culprit was none other than the father of his son.
His eyes swept across the room. Found the man asleep with both hands folded tightly around his chest. Predictably, Bhishma was cold in that room. Replace Bila who covers the man's body with his jacket. For a moment when paying attention to the work of God in front of him that is almost perfect. The woman unconsciously smiled to herself.
Embarrassed, Nabila was caught watching the man. He wanted to run away, but Bhishma immediately pulled him. Until the woman fell into his arms. The two eyes were cobbled together, clinging to each other. Before he could finally think it was normal to want to get up from there, yet the man held him back.
"Why?" ask if you are angry. Being on the lap of the man made himself embarrassed and confused.
"If you want to be close, do not half-measure, is not staring fixed why not just stick," he chanted while holding the woman's body.
"I'm sorry, I should have kept my eyes open, I won't let these eyes be so sassy anymore" he said without daring to look at his face.
Nabila pulled his body to stand up. He was very confused in this heart.
"May I ask?" The man approached sitting on the bottom corner bed. While Nabila himself sat on a bedside chair not far from there.
"Ask what?" The woman waited with a huff. Her ex-husband wants to ask her what?
"If you get married later, can Razik stay with me? I can't be away from the boy, it was enough good-bye yesterday to make me miss. You can take it back when the child is a teenager. Let it now stay with me, "please the man is sad.
"Who wants to get married? No way, I can live separately without Razik, can take my footing," he said quickly.
"Yes you, Ustadz Zaky has not preached to you, even his special permission to me" he said dramatically.
"Keep, what did you say?" tanyanya was interested in the man's response.
"Yes ..my mouth is confused, has no right to say yes or forbid, but my heart hurts," he replied honestly.
"Why pain?" ask him like a fool.
"Hurt, you marry someone else" he replied.
"Yes it's broken!" just say that woman.
"Cock break even? Where's ada?"
"It is, you are also close to other women," he chirped with his own anxiety.
"Others .. I'm only close to the status of best friend," he replied in self-defense.
"I am also only close because of the status of the brethren," he replied reflexively. Hope Bhishma can catch that sentence.
