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Another man in my life

Just up the stairs, Aida immediately approached the new couple. His longing for a few days busy preparing for the wedding of the youngest princess made him rush to take over, holding Nisa who was in the arms of Ilyas.

"While, kangennya. Uti from yesterday was busy, so no..." The middle-aged woman kissed Nisa's chubby cheeks, after which she focused on Ilyas and Qonni. "You guys want to go upstairs?"

"Yes, Mom. Mas Ilyas wants to change his clothes," replied Qonni.

"Yo wes's. It's the same with Mom..."

"Emmm..." Qonni. He also tried to take back his son. "Here's the Headstone, Mom. I'm just stopping by Mas Ilyas to the door."

"Belgain..." Aida shook her hand. "No, Nduk. You should also dress her clothes. Beresin also clothes him. Let's get ridho your husband."

"But?"

"Wis, sana! I want to take Nisa out. Yo, Nduk. We'll take a walk."

"Mother?" Call Qonniah.

He also glanced at all directions. Looking for her older sister because since then she did not hear her voice with Aina and Arifin. Their cars still exist.

Dad also did not look out, why they are rich compact disappeared gini anyway. The house suddenly went quiet. He turned back to Ilyas who said nothing but a stiff smile.

"Udah Adhan, Yu," Ilyas pointed upwards. Clarify the voice of the Adhan he just heard. The woman also resigned.

"Yes, let's go up, Mom." Take it while stepping foot.

...

After the door was opened, the scent of lavender from the automatic room fragrant that he breathed was welcomed. Mixed fragrance baby supplies. Qonni allowed Ilyas to enter first.

"This is how my room is, Mas. sorry it's a little messy in Nisa's bed area."

"No papa, Deck. Emm..." The glasses guy was looking for something. "Where am I, huh?"

"It's in the closet. Take a shower, let me prepare."

"Then I'll take the scabbard."

"Emmm.. for a second," he answered nervously. Qonni stepped slowly towards the cupboard, while Ilyas himself looked back. Seeing the door of the room still open, he closed it tightly, even locked it all.

After opening the closet and taking out her husband's backpack. The woman who uses a home-grown flower motif put the bag on the bed. Just a moment to think.

It feels weird, doesn't it? Open the bag He. –the inner still looks at the bag. An already-excited Ilyas hurriedly approached, then opened his own bag.

"The nest is here." he said after opening the zipper the front then took out a checkered patterned cloth.

The man looked at the woman who was just down. Slowly raised his hand, touching Qonniah's cheek gently, until the two women's hands squeezed each other.

"MashaAllah, I want to thank you, Yu. You are ready to be my wife." The young man approached Ayudia's forehead, and kissed her. "Mas can do it, right? Call you baby?"

Qonni who just bowed quietly, did not agree or refuse. He was just confused as to what kind of response. Because, it feels very strange when the word dear is said from the man.

"Can't do it, huh?" the question was to make Qonni's head rise.

"What right do I have to forbid you to call me that?"

Ilyas smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on the area that caused a tremor. That is the natural pink lips that look ranum and fresh belonging to Qonni. The man brushed it off, not wanting to rush. Already allowed to kiss his forehead was already profitable.

"I take a shower, yeah. We will pray here. It's too late to go to the mosque."

"Yes, Mas" he replied in relief. "Here are the glasses. Let me keep it first."

One hand that had rubbed gently on the cheek now moved to the head of Qonni. Before stepping slowly, towards the bathroom door that was at the end of the room.

Klaaaa. The door closed from the inside, the woman slammed her butt into the bed.

Again his heart felt guilty for Aaron, for having put another man into a room that should have been only one man who had the right to be free to move here. That is Aaron, but now it is no longer. It is Ilyas who now has the access key.

In fact, the picture frame of his wedding with Aaron was dropped from his place last night. A decision that made him think in the last few days. Now, the photo has been saved, somewhere else. Only Qonni himself knew.

Yes, he already has a new life with other men. The man who long before this he refused desperately. Who would have thought, even the status of a husband that he must obey.

While wiping away her tears. Qonni put the glasses on the table, then took out all of Ilyas's clothes from his bag. Pensively long enough, he put one of them on his lap.

It's not Aa's shirt.

Test ... test... back he wiped the tears. Her lips shook because of the crying that broke again.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim Qonni. You can't do that, you can't..." Still trying to calm his own mind. He hastily tidied up Ilyas's clothes, putting some of them into the empty closet.

And left a fitting suit for the man to wear this afternoon. After that rushed out of the room, without waiting for the man in the bathroom, finished cleaning some.

Just a few seconds ago the door closed, Ilyas opened the bathroom door. The young man's eyes blocked, seeing the state of the quiet room only his clothes remained on the bed.

"Wash where? Did he come out first, and take ablution downstairs? Or maybe she's afraid I'm out with a sling?" The man laughed with anxiety.

Though he still wears a holster and white shirt before coming out of the toilet. Because, how also he still did not dare that much in front of the woman he had just halted. Ilyas shook his head, approaching Koko's clothes that were ready for him to wear. Then try to find his wife first. Because he had promised to pray Ashar together.

...

Her night.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh... Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh." Both have finished running two rakaat prayers Sunnah witir in the room.

Ilyas turned his head, he extended his hand to the reverent Qonniah, and connected with the dhikr later.

Ilyas who had finished leading the dhikr immediately turned his body, turning his focus on one strand of Qonniah's hair that came out. Then put the hair into the face while looking at the face that constantly shifted his gaze.

"MashaAllah's... I love you, my wife." Ilyas grasped Qonni's right hand and kissed him long ago.

While the beautiful netra belonging to Ayudia twitched, holding the crystal clear contained. Highlighting Ilyas' inclined head, still in the position of kissing his hand. Before they lifted back up to two pairs of eyes they locked each other, in the silence of the air-conditioned room.

Within the distance of the face was very close, making Ilyas ventured to kiss his lips.

Allahs... Allahs...

Qonni was tense, as yet unable to accept it from Ilyas who was getting closer to his face with a slowly closing net.

Not yet attached, the woman immediately dodged, she turned her face away. Which kept Ilyas flinching back to open his eyes.

His breathing and heart were already really strong pumping. The woman before him turned to Ilyas.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, sorry, Mas."

The young man laughed softly. Rub Qonni's cheek gently. Afterwards I understood.

"No papa... I apologize for being too hasty."

With a bad feeling for refusing a kiss from her husband. The woman was bowed, but hurriedly embraced by Ilyas. The young man smiled, his heart felt the greatest happiness, when he had officially married the girl he loved so much.