She's Wife In Dream

Simulation of Being a Priest

Dud ..dud ..dud! Motor stop sound.

Arsy gets off the bike, tidying up his hair.

"Thank you!"

"Together!" harjunot said he asked Arsy to take off his helmet.

"Almost a long time ago, it was magrib. It's late!" Arsy put the helmet on the back seat.

Harjunot seemed to think for a moment, did he have to stop by. But if he goes straight home, he won't be able to pray magrib.

"All right!" Harjunot got off his bike. While Arsy is looking for something near the flower pot. Turns out Arsy took the door key.

Krekkk door open. Arsy goes in first and turns on the lights.

"Come in!"

Harjunot just follows Arsy from behind.

"If you want to pray, go to the second floor!" Arsy spoke while putting a paper bag on the sofa.

"Hmmm!" Harjunot just nodded.

"Come on!" Arsy tells Harjunot to get into the elevator.

Harjunot only complies, when the elevator is closed. Both of them, look awkward.

The awkward Arsy he chose to grab his phone nailed to his pants. While Harjunot retreated a little, so as not to be close to Arsy.

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The elevator doors open, Harjunot exits. While Arsy headed for the third floor there was his Papa's room.

After reaching the third floor, Arsy walked towards his father's room. The woman went in to get her clothes and a sarong.

Once there on the second floor, Arsy sees Harjunot who just came out of the bathroom. Looks like that guy, just finished wudhu.

"Wear it, your clothes are wet!" Arsy thrusts his shirt and scabbard at Harjunot.

Harjunot takes it and enters the bathroom again to change clothes.

Five minutes later, the man was out. Harjunot walked towards the mosque inside his superior's house. Not yet Harjunot, stepping foot to step on the mushola. His eyes looked at the back of a woman wearing white face, as if she was ready to become a makmum. Harjunot was silent, why that day. He could be that close to the woman in his dream.

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Arsy who was standing waiting for Harjunot long ago, he turned his body. To check what, Harjunot is there. Harjunot who knew Arsy was going to look, he immediately walked into the mosque.

Arsy is silent when suddenly Harjunot walks beside him. Arsy tries to calm his heartbeat, which inexplicably beats like never before.

"Are you ready?" Harjunot asked not a little backwards.

"Hmmm!" Arsy nodded slowly.

"Allahuacbar!"

Arsy as a teacher he only follows his priest.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah!" Greetings to the right and to the left then recite a moment continued prayer. No hand kiss because it's not a muhrim.

After they finished the magrib prayer, they came out of the mushola, which was inside the house.

"No change, I'm afraid you're cold!" said Arsy saw Harjunot going to the bathroom.

"Hmmm!" Harjunot.

Those two people, were already on the ground floor. Harjunot sat on the sofa, while opening the backpack. Then take the bottle, while praying before drinking. Arsy who accidentally heard Harjunot's prayer, he muttered softly.

While Harjunot who is in the living room, he is looking for a woman who se–sore with him.

"Where is he? I want to go home!" His eyes swept across the room. But he didn't find anyone.

But Harjunot hears like a spatula and frying bump. Plus his nose smelled good. "It looks like he's cooking! Should I nyamperin. Butwhat? Not courtly? Ah ... stop! I'll samperin that woman, after that I'll say goodbye!" Harjunot stood up from his seat.

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Tok ...tok Harjunot knocked on the kitchen door. Arsy, who was cooking him, turned his body when he heard the knocking on the door.

"Ah ... come in!" Arsy told Harjunot to come in.

As for the man, it seemed doubtful as they were alone.

"I'm sorry, I went into the kitchen. Actually I want–" Arsy cut Harjunot's words quickly. "It's okay, please sit down! After this we eat together. Sorry because Mommy, not cooking yet. I cook what I can!" Arsy put a plate of fried rice on the table.

Harjunot was silent, it turned out that the woman who had protested when she was hit at high speed. Cooking for him.

"Let's go inside!" said Arsy, while putting the omlet on the plate.

Harjunot can't resist, because he has to respect the woman. Cooking for him.

"Like to drink milk? Or do you want something warm? Or do you want a soft drink?" arsy's offer was too much, making Harjunot swallow his saliva with great difficulty.

"Where do you want it?" Arsy asked while opening the refrigerator.

"White water only!" Harjunot chose one that Arsy did not offer.

"Hmmm!" Arsy closed the door to the freezer, then walked up to the stove to pick up a tray and a few glasses. Then open the refrigerator, and close it again.

Arsy was already standing next to Harjunot while pouring water.

"Please!" he moved the glass.

"Thank you!"

After that Arsy poured white milk into a glass.

"If the fried rice is spicy. You can drink milk!" Arsy spoke while sitting next to Harjunot.

"Yes! Thanks!"

"Let's eat, sorry if it doesn't taste after your shadow!"

Harjunot put the food in his mouth. And sure enough it doesn't feel as good as Harjunot imagined.

'True, what he said, it's not what I imagined' Either the food is good, or Harjunot doesn't tell me in detail.

After eating the two men, get out of the kitchen. And at that moment, the main door opened.Kafka who had entered first he shouted. "Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Dadies! Brother Harjunot!" Kafka rounded his eyes, as he looked at his older sister with the man.

"Sister Harjunot, why are you wearing Papa's clothes? Don't-don't y'all–" Kafka accused his older sister.

"PAPA! MOTHER!" Kafka shouted loudly.

The light and sky just entered the house.

"Dadies! You guys must be doing this, right?" kafka asked pointing at the two men.

"Let's go, time doesn't matter!" Arsy answered casually. While Harjunot rounded his eyes because of Arsy's answer.

"Girlgigy!" Kafka jumped in because of Arsy's answer. The young man ran towards his parents.

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