Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

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Although there was still a sense of unease with the meeting with the woman, this time I tried to believe in Ridho. I also tried to forget the incident. Let it be, Ridho is already my husband.

After I nodded my head, the man whose name slowly filled my heart let go of the embrace. Ridho grabbed a towel, then went to the bathroom.

Half an hour packing up, Ridho and I walked out of the room. We went to Father and Mother to say goodbye.

"Greetings to you, yes," said Father, after we kissed Ridho's parents' hands.

"Yes, Dad," I said.

Mother is silent. I tried to put out a smile before it passed.

Forty minutes on the bike, we arrived at Mom's house. I was sitting on the porch, wearing cocoa and peci clothes. We also say hello.

Ridho sat down to talk to Father. Before long she followed me into the room changing clothes and grabbed the peci on the table.

After the Magrib prayer, we gathered in the dining room.

"It's OK, Mother's Father, son?" mother asked Ridho after we cleared the dinner table.

"Yes, Mom. They're saying hi."

Ridho glanced at me while saying that. I just kept quiet, not wanting to justify or deny.

"It's still busy, Dad, Dho?" Father also spoke.

"Ga too, sir. I want to retire too."

"Yes .. doesn't feel old." You chuckle softly.

We smiled at the words of Father. After a long conversation, Adhan Isya reverberated. Father and Ridho rushed to the mosque, and I went back to my room.

***

The seminar day arrived. I've been getting ready since dawn, only to be able to help Mom cook. Rereading the thesis, guessing the lecturer's question, also studied the summary of Biology material that I have made.

Ridho served as a lecturer when I tried the presentation. Both of his arms folded across his chest. Sometimes he smiles to see me talking.

Ah, just make it groggy!

As I ended the presentation, Ridho clapped his hands. My face may be red with embarrassment.

"Where is the lecturer applauding that?" my protest.

Ridho chuckled softly. "Can, have changed roles ...."

"Oh!" I'm whining.

The tall man approached, then grabbed me in his arms.

"Good luck, baby!"

Huh huh? I didn't hear wrong?

Ridho smiled when he noticed the change in my face.

"From today, you call me, Mom!"

"Any ngapinnya," I'm trying to be honest.

"Not used to it yet. Time to call the name?" Ridho pursed his lips.

"Yes, yes, Mas Ridho."

"Dear Mas Ridho," he said.

I didn't rub Ridho's words, broke away and began to clean up the items that were still scattered on the table.

"Can't go!" grumpy saying.

Ridho raised his eyebrows, but did not argue anymore. Basic ignorant!

We headed to the dining room for breakfast.

"I'll drop ya," he bargained a little forcefully.

"Ga. Bother later. Anyway, afraid of needing a motorbike on campus later."

"Yes, be careful."

I nodded my head. We also say goodbye to Mom and Dad.

"Doain me yes, sir, ma'am."

"Sure!" You stroked my head.

"Looking around, lots of prayers, son!" add Mother.

"Yes, Mom."

There is a sense of warmth flowing to the heart feeling the abundant affection of the Father and Mother.

O Allah .. always give health to my parents.

***

Arriving at the campus, Silvi was already sitting in the seminar room. Budi was preparing the equipment for the presentation, then connecting the cable to my laptop.

Half an hour later, the friends began to arrive. Cold sweat started to wash over my body.

"Your hands are cold!" silvi said as our hands clasped.

"Rump, here!"

"Either." The white woman rubbed her hands together.

The teachers also arrived. Miss Reni who was unable to attend, but did not reduce my nervousness.

At first my voice was trembling. Fortunately, the power came at the right time. Two hours of presentation and question and answer we missed well. Seminar results are closed with direction from the supervisor.

We breathed a sigh of relief as the results seminar went smoothly. Silvi and I decided to treat the friends who helped prepare our seminar.

"Where to eat?" ask Silvi.

"Whatever!"

"In front of the rector!" hatchlings.

I nodded my head. Instantly my memory floated when I met Deva there. I hope we don't meet, at least today. It must be uncomfortable.

After eating, we decided to go to the dean to find information on the lecturer's schedule in the near future.

"Two weeks later they're not too busy." Mbak Iin.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"okay."

"Let's take care of it again, Shil?" My head is starting to feel heavy.

"Yes. I'm dizzy too."

***

I said hello when I saw Mom sitting on the porch. Mother replied slowly.

"Tumben, is Mom sitting here?" ask after sitting next to him.

"Stuffy inside."

"Yes. It was very hot on the road" I said.

"Current to the seminar?"

"Thank God, Mom. Two more weeks God can test."

"Alhamdulillah. The spirit yes, son!" She held her fist towards me.

I chuckled at Mom's spirit. "Ready! I'm going in first, Mom. Cape."

"Siip. Rest there!"

I went to the room, took ablution and Zuhr prayer. After folding my face, I laid my body on the bed.

Comfort ....

Before long my eyes began to close.

I don't know how long I slept. A kiss on my forehead made me open my eyes.

"Riddho?"

Oops!

I clenched my lips when I saw Ridho's face bent. "Mass?"

The handsome man smiled. "Where was the seminar?"

"Alhamdulillah smoothly." I moved to sit.

"Thank God. I'm sure you can."

"Rump, tau!"

"Custom that. His name faces a lot of people."

Ridho looked at me gently. The smile on her thin lips always fascinated me.

So more love. Hehe.

Adzan was soon. Ridho prepares to pray Ashar to the mosque. I rushed to clean up and took ablution.

***

After dinner, I decided to go back to my room. I actually wanted to talk to Mom, but my head was heavy.

I laid my body on the bed after performing the Isha prayer. The incision of the head is increasingly throbbing, making me not eager to do anything.

"Why you?" asked Ridho after he came home from the mosque.

"Dizziness. It wasn't how much it hurt."

"Want to see a doctor?" stare with a worried tone.

Ridho approached, sitting on the edge of the bed stroking my hair.

"Ga. The most soybean."

Ridho seemed to think for a moment. "Maybe you ...."

"Why?" manya curious.

The man with the black bead of eyes that night was smiling all the time. I really felt strange about his attitude.

"You, uh, why are you smiling?"

Ridho kept smiling not answering my question. I suddenly realized something.

Holy hooch! I closed my mouth with my hands.

Don't think Ridho thinks I'm pregnant.