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Abiyu Kisya part 27

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Tired of fighting, Abiyu chose to go into the room, continue to see Kisya's face, making his emotions continue to peak, what else remember the incident last time in Caffe. "Your path is Kisya." Slamming the jacket over the bed, he ruffled his hair in frustration. "Yes..."

Before long Kisya went inside, but was still standing in front of the door. He saw Abiyu being ruffled around the waist looking at him.

"Why? Can't I come in?" While staring cynically.

Abiyu shook his head unconcernedly, then went into the bathroom to clean himself, while avoiding the wife.

Long enough he soaked, cleaned himself under the shower, he came out using a towel wrapped around his waist.

He saw Kisya already lying on the bed, immersing his body under a thick blanket. "Sleep." His word. Then he picked up a shirt in the closet, chose black pajamas, because it fit his current mood.

Finished wearing his pyjama, instead of lying next to his wife, he took a pillow and chose to sleep outside.

"Jgld.."

Kisya still heard the sound of Abiyu opening the door, even when Abiyu opened the wardrobe. He opened his blanket, then threw a roll at the door. "Basic selfish." Brug.. Kisya's back was pinched under the blanket, still with a feeling of annoyance.

In the morning, Shafiah always woke up earlier than the other residents of the house, he saw Abiyu lying on the sofa while curled up wrapped in a blanket. "Jeez Abiyu... Why sleep outside?" Shafiah could only shake her head to see it.

While waiting for the morning adhan to reverberate, he went to the kitchen to cook rice, and brought a glass of water into his room.

Before long the voice of the Adhan reverberated, he woke Zahfan to perform the dawn prayer. "Mas.." slightly shook his shoulder, gently. "Wake up.."

Zahfran squirms, trying to open his eyes wide because of the taste of the enormous pouch, making him lazy and even sleep on his wife's lap. "Darling.."

"Udah dawn mas. Let's wake. We're together." rubbed his hair. Gentler.

"New adzan, right?" Instead of waking up, he buried his face in the belly of Shafiah.

"Yes, you take a shower." Lowering Zahfran's head from his lap. He stood up, but within seconds, Zahfran grabbed the Shafiah's hand until he fell into his arms.

"Where are you going?"

"Wudhu. Lepasin mas." Move his shoulders to get out.

"Just a minute.." His whisper in the ear of Shafiah.

"What's a minute?" It cringed

"Maen.." The answer is without shame.

"Oh my goodness, dawn, not maen-maenan." The protest, because indeed the voice of Adzan has reverberated.

"I've had a shower, I've had another bath?"

"It's okay, this much water." Zahfran said while lowering his wife's shirt.

"Bag.." Shafiah tried to hold Zahfran's hand that began to mischievous in there.

"What the hell..?" Zahfran's burly hands continue to trace the usri's smooth, supple skin.

"I want to.." Not yet finished speaking, Zahfran immediately stuffed the Shafiah's mouth with his lips, and granted Zahfran's request this morning.

"Painting." he said.

At 05:20 Shafiah came out of her room, with her hair wet because of this second morning shower, she saw Abiyu folding the blanket she was wearing last night. "Abi.." Call him from behind.

Abiyu also looked. "Bun. tumben just woke up." He changed his standing position, until they faced each other.

"Mother woke up from earlier."

"Even sleeping outside anyway? It's not good to know that sleep is apart."

"Let's go Bun, I'm still sprained." Still folding the blanket.

"Don't dong Biy, be angry not for long."

"Let Bun, let him know that I'm really mad." He put the blanket on his arm.

It just so happened that Kiran just came out of the room, and then Abiyu called out to her. "Roman.."

"Taro in your room." He told Kiran while propping the pillow and blanket he had folded earlier.

"Yes sis.." Kiran took the pillow, the blanket from Abiyu's hand, and then kept it in her room.

"Makasi ya bun blanket, mother knows if I'm cold." Abiyu said.

"Basic, who else would love you a blanket? GR."

"Mother don't give me a blanket?"

"No."

Abiyu's forehead shriveled. "If not mother, who dong?"

"hmmm..." Shafiah raises her shoulders, indicating ignorance.

"Ah... Surely Kisya, she must not have seen me cold." Abiyu said with a faint smile.

"Noah..Kisya have already given up, now it's your turn dong who caved."

"Let's ah Bun, let him know the taste first, until he can firmly choose, me or keep going to Pakistan with his ego."

"Don't mess with the word Abiyu divorce, you will be alone who messes up." Shafiah warned.

"Yes bun, yes. Anyway, I want to know, how much I mean to him."

"Hmmm.. It's up to you."

"Udah ah, a shower, that was the dawn prayer, right?"

"Solat dong mother my dear." Abiyu grabbed onto her shoulders.

"Yes, the shower, the smell of tau.."

Shafiah passed away going to the kitchen, but Abiyu instead followed in her footsteps from behind. "Where are you going? why follow mom?"

"That's Kiran, tell me to bring my towel in the room." He pointed with his eyes and walked ahead of his mother.

"Roman.."

"Yes sis.." Kiran looked back while raising her hand up, because her hand was filled with foam.

"Take my towel in dong's room."

"In Abiy's room..?" Ask him to make sure he doesn't hear wrong.

"Yes, where else." Abiyu sat on the chair while biting the apples available on the dining table. "I'm sorry."

"I.iya sis." Kiran tainted her hand first.

"Daddy's towel cake yes, mother takein." Sela Shafiah's.

"No need, I have my towel."

"So not brother?" Kiran asked after she finished cleaning her hands.

"So dong, just knock on the door, say tell brother to take a towel that, same clothes for jogging." Declared. Kiran immediately carried out her master's orders to go upstairs to Abiyu's room.

"Tock..

tock..

tock..

Before long, Kisya opened the door. "Jgld.."

"Kiran..? what's the matter Ran?"

"That's brother Abiy said.. Ask for a towel on her shirt to jog on." He said a little doubt.

"Wheel? she won't take a shower here?"

Kiran shook her head not knowing.

"Oh.. So that's it..?"

"OK if you don't want to see me. Wait here Ran, I'll take everything he wants." Kisya went inside, taking all her husband's needs, while Kiran waited at the doorstep.

"This. Her toiletries. Soaps, shampoos, toothpastes, same brush as you." Put the toiletries in one container.

"And this, the towel's on her shirt." Kisya linked the towel and shirt that her husband asked her for on Kira's arm.

"This much?" Kiran said a little astonished.

"Yes, let's go. Tell Abiyu, don't be a child."

"I.iya sis.."

"Don't say yes, you have to take it."

Afterwards Kiran returned to the lower floor to hand over all the necessities Abiyu requested. "It's brother."

"Make it Ran." Abiyu smiled, rubbing the top of her hair.

"I.iya sis."

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