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A - 27

Now the two are lying looking at each other. But Arfi's naughty hands still play on the wife's chest.

"Mas Arfi is great"

"You happy? I learned from the internet, told Bani and Oddy. I became suspicious of them, why the reading was like that"

"Ahahahaha, let alone reading, the spectacle is just that"

"Ntar I learned again yes, let you increasingly can not escape me"

Alvi brushed off her husband's hand, she hugged Arfi tightly. No need to be like that, just by being with Arfi spending time together, Alvi will not forget it. Those beautiful memories, whatever they both did, would become memories.

"Mas, if you graduate later, Mas Arfi wants to work or open his own business? I'm fine if I want to live enough"

"Where might it be, baby. I have a cafe, you don't know yet? You think I want to marry you without capital?"

Arfi told Alvi how persistent he was to set up the cafe from scratch. Maya daily nags him, asking Arfi to work harder if she wants to marry Alvi. Not for any purpose, but as a husband, it is appropriate Arfi to make the wife happy. There is no way Arfi asked Alvi from his family and invited to live a difficult life, Maya strongly disapproves of it.

"Cafe? Whereabouts? How am I gatau Mas anyway?"

"A'Cafe, near my college. I also got a loan from Grandpa, but I gave it back. A month before we got married, I opened a new branch near your college. Campus area, school, it's really promising"

"That's Mas Arfi's? I used to go there a lot, date, hang out, really cool. Very young man"

"I see you as your ex. I'm jealous I saw it"

Alvi looked at her husband sadly, she did not know all that. But Arfi even tickled his wife so as not to think about massalu. After all, they are now a couple.

Arfi looked at his wife's almost closed eyes. As fast as lightning he carried Alvi, covered their bodies with blankets then ran to the bathroom. Fortunately, the house had no one but them. He bathed his wife so that they could perform dhuhur prayer both.

"Damn you Mas" jolted Alvi annoyed.

"Hahahah, rude huh. Can't talk rudely to the husband, not good"

Alvi stuck out her tongue irritated. He rushed to take a bath, wrapped his body in a towel and then ran to the room. Arfi followed her behind, almost only Hasyim saw everything. Fortunately, he entered the house when Arfi closed the door.

They rushed into their clothes and acted as if nothing had happened. Arfi also returned the towel to the bathroom while chatting for a moment with the father who went back out of the house.

Before long adzan dhuhur reverberated. Arfi prepared a place for him and his wife to pray. Again Alvi complained tired and did not want to obey the words of her husband. But Arfi no longer withered, he took a long ruler and stared at Alvi ferociously. The girl rolled her body to the edge of the bed and rushed to wear a face.

They ended up praying with Arfi as his imam. After the prayer, Arfi laid his body on the lap of the wife. Kissing Alvi's hand many times, he was happy to see his wife wearing a hijab, beautiful and sweet.

Grrooorr´s...

The sound of Arfi's stomach rang so loud, Alvi to the astonishment he made. The young man had breakfast but the afternoon made him hungry again.

"So, you ate your girl's cooking"

"Hahaha, I'm still pretty jealous. Cuisine he doesn't like to know, Arka aja to want to vomit"

"Why eat?"

"Well, how dong, I've been given. Anyway, I don't want you to eat that, so I'm the same Arka that runs out"

"What did he cook for?"

"Fried rice"

Alvi woke her husband up, she took off her face and folded it then went out of the room. He went to the kitchen and saw what was there. Rice, vegetables, sausages and eggs, it is enough to make fried rice.

Arfi came and immediately hugged his wife from behind. He wondered what his wife wanted to do. After all, Arfi was still not sure if his wife could cook.

"Sit there, I'm cooking fried rice"

"It's really bad for you, if I say frontal"

"Eventually if you snack it's very funny, so it's more dear"

Arfi stepped sitting at the dining table, he again remembered the massalu. He told his wife, how happy Arfi when making Alvi angry at that time. When the face of the jutek and the long scolding came out the train that passed without a hitch. The scenery that Arfi likes the most, when all of it is in front of him. The girl is so cute and adorable.

Just now that the memories of the mass then disappeared, Alvi was already in front of Arfi with a plate of fried rice. The aroma of cooking was delicious, Arfi then prayed and began to eat it. One mouthful, two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls, he couldn't stop eating it. His wife can really cook, certainly can not be compared with Aisya cuisine.

"Dear boy, you can cook it. I thought I was lying"

"Basic guy nyebelin. My mom was the best mom knows, she taught me everything. Although I was often naughty, I listened to Mama's teachings well"

"Often, I'm sure. I'm beautiful, well, pinter cook, let alone in bed, the best you"

"Ih Mas Arfi, his mouth, if anyone hears how? So naughty"

Arfi laughed and continued to devour his fried rice. He also occasionally feeds Alvi who looks at him with a smile.

After eating, they started packing their clothes. They'll be back this afternoon, it's sad, but they have to get back to their activities. While waiting for everyone to return home, Arfi took his wife around the village on a bicycle. Take a look at the vast rice fields and go around the village greeting the neighbors.

When the streets were busy, it was seen Rama who was gathering with the young men at the patrol post near the village entrance. They seemed to be discussing serious matters together with the men there. Even Hashim and Pak RT were also seen gathering.

"Assalamualaikum" said Arfi.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied the citizens simultaneously.

"What's this about? Why is everyone gathered here?"

"Fi, where are you guys from? This is a begal, girls become victims" explained Hasyim.

"Thunder? Who was scuttered? Has he been caught?"

"Kabur Fi, begal payu dara. Yesterday I also heard from the villagers next door, uh now our village too. Noh, girls are scared at the house of Mr. RT" said Rama.

"Huh? Begal what? What do you mean Mas?" Sela Alvi is confused. He had never heard of such an argument, all he knew was a bike.

"That was holding a woman's chest without permission and then ran away" replied Arif who joined.

"What's? That's called a break-in. If he dares to touch me I'll break his neck mercilessly"

The men there gulped listening to the very convincing Alvi. They asked Alvi to hold back emotions because the residents would definitely tighten the security of the village.

Amidst their discussion, Arif's eyes never separated from Alvi. He continued to look at the girl even though some residents caught his behavior. While Alvi, he heard the conversation of the citizens carefully so that he did not realize it.

After their discussion was over, the citizens said goodbye to leave. While the young people stay at the patrol station to just hang out and talk while looking at everyone who passed by to enter their home area.

"Fi, he was concerned.." Rama had not yet finished speaking, Arfi nodded in understanding. Because Arfi also saw everything, Arif seems still unwilling to release Alvi who is not who he is.

"Aren't you the culprit?" Accuse Alvi of investigating.

The young men quickly denied it. They certainly wouldn't do such a disgusting thing.

"The end of your face is also like a pervert" explained Alvi while grinning.

"Well, the girl's mouth"

"If not the wife of Arfi, I have jorokin to the rice field"

"Cruel to Mrs Arfi"

"Sick but not bloody"