She's Maduku

Chapter 98

The razor?

Not visible anyway? On the first night of the wedding, they had to be lured into raids by the nightly police.

Moreover, they could not show evidence SIM, STNK, KTP requested, even the police assumed that they were doing pervert in the car.

The objection given is free if without proof, the article all identities including the marriage book are in the bag that he attached to the Andini before he entered the guarantee.

Forced tonight instead of enjoying the first night in a room that has been decorated with flowers, and fragrances, they instead have to spend the wedding night at the police station until there is a family party who picks him up.

After more than two hours of waiting, Frans finally came to bring all the evidence requested, including a marriage book to prove that they were really a married couple.

After providing all the evidence, the police let them go home. "Look, sir, it ruined my first night." Fatih said with a sharp eye on the policeman sitting in his seat.

"He.he.sorry sir, it's your fault, it's breaking traffic signs, it doesn't carry an identity, that's what I see you're doing....."

"What meda?" Grunts annoyed.

The policeman scratched the nape of his neck that was not itchy. "Medium. berci*man." His voice was slow but still clearly heard by them.

Azky who was embarrassed by what the police officer said, he threw his face behind Fatih's back. "You're the one, there's the one." He spoke near Fatih's ear.

Frans could only shake his head at his son's ridiculousness tonight. "Trainer.fatih.. Let's go home." Take Frans straight out of the office, followed by Fatih and Azky from behind.

"The papah should now be in the dream world, this is even in the police station." Frans stopped his steps in front of the car.

"Sorry for me, pah." Azky felt bad because of her husband.

"What's wrong, son, you're not mad at you, but this, your husband likes to throw tantrums."

The troublemaker even grinned as he hugged his wife from the side.

"Well, you go home, you go home, get some rest, don't stop on the shoulder again, if there's anything, you don't want to help." Warning to his son, he got into the car.

"Go home, son. Assalamualikum."

"Getishalight." Saut them bramatan.

One problem was resolved, the new bride who netted the raid was finally home to the apartment.

Time is 02:00. Fatih, who did not want to run out of his bride's night, rushed home to drive a car at high speed, splitting the city of Jakarta into an apartment.

It didn't take long, at exactly 02:30 they arrived at the apartment, Azky entered the unit as soon as Fatih opened the door. "you made me ashamed to know in front of the police earlier, you know,try if we didn't stop on the shoulder of the road, that embarrassing incident wouldn't have happened." Stepping in and directly up the stairs to their room located on the top floor.

Fatih who tailed from behind accelerated his steps to align with the steps of the wife. "Don't be angry dong darling." Pull Azky's hand until her steps stop.

"What else is he going to do?" Azky's mind muttered as Fatih's hands cupped her cheeks, then gave a short ci*man on the tiny lips. "I love you."

The owner of those tiny lips could only smile with a shy smile while bowing his face. "May I ask for my rights tonight?"

Ready not to be ready, Azky must be ready to give the rights that Fatih asked of him.

Good response, as Azky nodded his head with a face turned crimson.

Waiting for what else? Fatih attacked the lips again with gentleness, full of love and desire.

It was sweet, even sweeter than honey, he carried his bride's body into the room without letting go of her grip, until what was supposed to happen.

Zahfran Residence.

This morning Zahfran decided not to go to work.Why?

Maybe because of the soy sauce, or because he wants to spend time with his twin daughter? because it happened that after the wedding night of his uminya, the twins stayed at Zahfran's house because they continued to whine to sleep with his brother Abiyu.

Even while sleeping, they are still looking for the whereabouts of her brother. "Mother..Where's sister?" Ask the twins while tugging at the Shafiah clothes that are currently cooking in the kitchen.

Yes.the call of the twins to Shafiah is now no longer aunty, but mother.

"Schooler son." Shafiah stopped her activities for a moment.

"When will you go home?" they looked up at his head looking at the face of his mother.

"Later in the afternoon, now Aisyah is the same Asiyah shower first with aunt, mother wants to cook first."

"But then my sister will come home, will you?"

"yes, I'll be home."

Zahfran who had just come down from his room, immediately approached the wife who was under attack from her twin daughter. "Bi.take the children to take a bath, the mother will cook first." incidentally the nanny of the twins also just came.

"Good sir." Full of seduction, finally the twins want to shower with their caregivers.

"Your favorite food is the same as children." replied Shafiah without stopping his activities.

"Later in the afternoon you don't have to cook, we're both dinner."

"Kids?"

"We also need time to walk together dear, what's the name? We time?" Said Zahfran who did not want to let go of his embrace.he put his face on the shoulder of the wife and gave some kisses there.

Shafiah is disturbed by the ignorance of her husband's hand which is currently starting to rise to the stomach. "Bag.."

"Why?"

"Your hands.."

"Just for a second.."

"Some one will see me."

"No, baby, the kids will take a shower."

"But amused to know, later cooking I do not kelar nih"

"Why not to run around, I'm with my activities, you're with your activities. right?" He said with a triumphant smile.

"But...."

"But what?"

His speech stopped when he felt a great pain in his stomach, his body immediately limp was unable to stand, if only at this time Zahfran was not there, maybe Shafiah would fall with a frying pan on the stove. "Darling why?" Zahfran's face turned frantic.

"Mas.sick." she groaned in pain while clutching her husband's shirt.

What happened to my beloved?😟.

Othor a strained love huh in the next Part?

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