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CHAPTER 115

The thing that Ibra can't change, bathing for so long as a woman. No matter what the effort, it still is.

Kanaya waited patiently for her husband at the dinner table, all was readily available and as a wise wife she understood Ibra's habits.

To climb he was too tired, Kanaya who was not used to having to go back and forth up the stairs chose to sit while Ibra came.

In his solitude, Kanaya still notices this luxurious house which is only inhabited by a few heads. There is no peace there and there is only peace between people.

Some of the photos in this house have been explored Kanaya, can be seen if his parents did make Ibra as the main role.

All was clearly displayed, photos of Ibra so much that even Kanaya felt the development of her husband since childhood. His heart was tingled, the soft plain bead seemed to be unable to find any more Kanaya.

Ibra achieves, it is inversely proportional to him when he was a teenager. Kanaya who holds the principle that is important just pass, seems to be met with a man who is required to be perfect in everything.

"Nay."

The voice broke Kanaya's daydream, her husband was now approaching with damp hair and he was not combing at all. Look for attention, since marriage he often makes himself a little different than before.

As was her duty, Kanaya took her dinner. Fortunately, he did not ask to be fed, Ibra could not be categorized as a spoiled husband. However, he is also not an independent man if he is with his wife.

"Are you?" ibra asked when he realized his wife was only chin-backed waiting for him to eat his dinner.

He just nodded with a sweet smile on his cheek. Kanaya had eaten, though not so much Kanaya obviously had dinner.

"Drink milk?" Ibra has not continued to eat, things as small as that are the focus of Ibra as a husband.

"Udah too," answered Kanaya briefly, presented an Ibra as a husband as if to make his life truly perfect.

"What time does it eat?"

Ibra's many questions, they are and always will be. Kanaya even had a question that Ibra would ask if she left Kanaya some time.

A question that sounds cliche, but it seems to be a necessity for him. Ibra did not let go of his wife's gaze while waiting for her to answer.

"When will you eat it if it continues? Cold it'll be."

He who accompanied Ibra to dinner, but somehow it turned into an interview, Kanaya thought inexhaustible.

The man laughed discordantly, hearing Kanaya's bluff accompanied by a small pinch on his arm made Ibra feel amused and anxious for a moment.

If usually all that sounds is the twang of a spoon, since marriage everything becomes different. There were only things that he said even though it was at the dining table, trying to avoid if his mind was in a mess.

As a husband, Ibra always managed to hide what she felt. Anger and disappointment he was able to hide because he did not want Kanaya to follow the headache.

"Mas," called Kanaya then after a moment of silence, and usually if Kanaya had already called this means that there would be a request she wanted.

"Hm, why?"

"I can, say something?" His voice sounded very soft, Kanaya was careful in saying that.

"So, I read the story."

"Then?"

"His wife is pregnant again," added Kanaya deliberately cut into pieces, she looks hesitant but wants to express this.

"Hm, why then?" ibra asked curiously, she even frowned and sharpened her hearing.

"She's craving divorce" Kanaya said with an eye Ibra could not define. The man painstakingly swallowed his saliva, lest Kanaya follow along.

"Then how?"

"I ...."

"Kanaya stop!! Not all you can ask in the name of cravings, understand? Don't mess around, Nay .. You want Mas to go crazy because of your weird request?" Ibra ketar-ketir, indeed pregnant women are unsettling. On behalf of the baby in the womb and ask for everything even if they can they want a dragon child.

"Oh!! I'm not going to ask for a divorce, too, Mom!! Just saying doang," she said with eyes that condensed suddenly, Ibra's change of tone made Kanaya feel that her husband was angry.

"Sorry ... I'm just afraid you're following along, Nay." For whatever relief it felt, though he had to look at Kanaya's eyes that looked wet and her nose was now flushed. It was easy for his wife to show sadness.

"I'm not done talking, you're playing a little snapping," his grunts with retractable lips, never snapped at all surprised Kanaya. Though Ibra is not that rough, it's just that his tone rose a little and different from usual.

"Mas didn't snap, Nay .. You misunderstood, sorry." He apologized, but his heart now smiled happily at his wife's behavior.

It is too easy to infer everything to make Ibra wrong. Ibra's bad nature is one of them is this, spontaneity and makes a bad impact in the end.

"If not snapped what is his name? KANAYA STOP!! What do you try if you don't?"

Again and again Ibra was made to chuckle by his wife who imitated his style of speech. Ibra rattled his wife's hair to formless, too anxious to feel like she wanted to bite Kanaya's face because of the overwhelming anxiety.

"Washer! Would you eat?"

Kanaya brushed off Ibra's fingers which deliberately covered her entire face all of a sudden. The cry that was almost spilled just disappeared, which there was only frustration because Ibra actually made it a toy.

"Ck, habit ... you why the hell, mute possession."

"Who's hard, Mas's faith is thick, Nay, it's impossible to be possessed." Believe this series of creatures created by God, even though from everything he experienced in life, it is certain that Ibra's faith is as thin as the skin of an onion.

Ibrahim's name, the father gave the name as Sofia requested before giving birth to him. Hoping that the name would be a prayer and the nature of Ibra would be that glorious.

But sometimes not everything is in line with expectations. Ibra, who is now growing up, is inversely proportional to the figure of the prophet that Sofia made as a prayer.

Ibra never liked it if anyone called him Ibrahim. Several times to introduce himself, he will ask enough to call him as Ibra, because the presence of Him at the end makes his back feel heavy.

To Be Continue's.

A sweet story of Ibra😘