She's Wife In Dream

Husband's Instructions

"So you've been converted since when?"

"Good twenty, after Grandpa died!"

"Emmm!" Harjunot nodded in understanding.

"After converting, you immediately wear Muslim clothes and niqab?"

"No!" Fitri shakes.

"Age of twenty years, a year before Grandpa died. Grandpa advised Grandma, to take care of me until God, called Grandma. And Grandma agreed to it. At that time, Grandma always told me about the Prophet SAW! How the Prophet received revelation for the first time in 610M. It is in the Cave of Hira. Islam first appeared in the Arabian Peninsula in the 7th century AD. And said Grandma, Prophet Muhammad is the figure who first introduced Islam in Makkah. And what makes me decide to convert to Islam is because I am amazed by the figure of a great and tough man who is none other than the Messenger of Allah! Fitri always heard the story of the Prophet from Grandmother, how the Prophet preached in a way that was stealthy to blatant. How His Majesty was scolded, insulted, stoned to the point of being pelted with dirt too."

"One of them, from the Prophet! I know about the real Islam." Fitri looked at Harjunot's face.

"I'm so embarrassed about Fit! I, who was born a Muslim, did not know much about the Prophet. While you converts know about this!" Harjunot always made his wife to admit if his wife is smart.

"Mas Arjunot, that's not true! The point is to look for something, then you'll get something you never knew."

"But I saw Mas Arunot! A man who believes in God's destiny! Why are you asking like this? When you tell me about God's destiny, and I see you're like a man who knows religion!"

"You judge that?" Fitri nodded.

"Actually these past five years, I've been trying to improve myself Fit! I found out about how to be a good Muslim!"

"G ...Mas Arjunot, it's migrating anyway?"

"Yes, as you can see. It's all because of my past!"

"Is this about heartache?" Fitri seduces.

"Obviously young, Fit is in love! But with my heart broken, I never wished with man my only hope was to God! From my slump, I started memorizing some of those prayers! Let's forget about the ex" Harjunot scratched his nape due to misbehavior.

"Oh ..ya Fit you wear the niqab since when?" Harjunot diverts the conversation.

"One year after the death of my husband!"

"What age did you marry?"

"Age of twenty, widow of two and one. I got married one month after I converted to Islam. With a widower"

"Why with the widowers?" ask Harjunot.

"Why the widow?" Fitri asked back. Harjunot is back made clumsy.

"Because of God's love!" Harjunot.

"Well, that's why it's the answer!" Fitri chimed in Harjunot's remarks.

Harjunot swallowed his saliva why Fitri always answered as he answered.

"May I open your hijab?"

"You want to know?"

...***...

His heart skipped a beat as his wife asked like that.

"L-yes!" Smiling stiffly, while Fitri smiling shyly made her cheeks blush.

"Em ... How is it?" Fitri scratched his head that was covered in hijab.

"If you can't, I can open it!" Harjunot spoke slowly, for a long time the man did not interact with women like a lover of love.

"A-not per-lu!"

"A little!" Harjunot puts his thumb at the tip of his index finger.

"Could be? You mean just look at that kid's hair?" Fitri smiled faintly, sometimes his ignorant nature appeared when he saw his interlocutor embarrassed.

"If there is a Father of hair! I want to see it too!"

"Hair child born alone, without parents!"

"You're it! I'm really a Fit Loh! The problem is that I'm your husband! So not wrong dong?" Look Harjunot's eyes a little sharp.

"I-yes! Wait, I'll take a breath first!" Fitri patted her husband's thigh gently.

When Fitri wants to take a breath and throw it slowly. Harjunot makes a sound. "Do you want to give birth, why take a breath all?" Harjunot protest for his wife. Fitri who heard him let out a rough breath. "Do you want to be quick? If so, can you not be silent first?" Fitri put on an angry face. But Harjunot knows if it's just acting.

Harjunot is thinking of pranking his wife. "As a good husband, I'll help you and give you a breath instruction! You agree?" Harjunot winked. Fitri looked her husband in the eye, she found out if he was joking.

"Don't joke you!"

"Fitr! My wife I'm not kidding, let's just do it!"

"Yasah, he said the best woman is a wife who always obeys the orders of the husband. But in a good sense, if it's bad it can't be!" said Fitri, Harjunot who heard that was not good. He must launch his action to prank his wife.

"Sighs slowly!" The instructions Harjunot gave Fitri made the woman follow.

"Hirup air, yes hold it! Hold it" Harjunot chuckled small as he managed to prank Fitri.

Fitri took a rough breath, and was ready to make a protest to her husband. "Mas Arjunot, pranking Fitri huh?"

Harjunot chuckled, covering his mouth with his hands. His style was already like a cough person. Harjunot immediately ended his laughter and spoke. "When else can I give someone instructions to do a breath show?" It is still giggling. Fitri puffed her cheeks because her husband laughed at her. Harjunot who was laughing he stopped his laughter when he saw Fitri's expression. The man thought if his wife was angry with him. Harjunot is completely outrageous when his own wife is bullied.

"Ec ...Fit you're angry?" he was a little scared, his voice was doubtful. Fitri who started looking straight ahead, when she heard her husband ask. He glanced at Harjunot, and said softly but straightforwardly. "No!" Shaking his head.

It makes Harjunot feel bad. Why is his wife so forgiving, and he has never heard Fitri say so loudly.

"I'm so lucky to have married you Fit!" Praise given by Harjunot made Fitri's heart shaken.

"Hey ... Why are your cheeks flushed?" The man seduced his wife.

"Yes, huh?" Spontaneous Fitri held both of her cheeks.

"He'em .. Would you like to see no?"

"Well, I'll reflect!" Fitri crawled to the edge of the mattress and then stood up. But he has not yet stepped into the mirror. The burly hand blocked his wrist, and said. "There is no need to go far, to find a mirror. On the other side there, Fitri will see how red the cheeks Fitri!" Fitri was confused by her husband's remarks, but the woman decided to sit next to Harjunot. "How?"

"This is it!" Harjunot cupped Fitri's face with both hands. While Fitri thought if it was a prank that Harjunot would do.

"Well, now Fitri looks Junot in the eye!" Fitri only follows what Harjunot says, but Fitri's heart sounds like a DJ.

"Fitri can see, there is a reflection of Fitri. Look, your cheeks are getting redder!" The man really made Fitri surprised, why he had a husband like Harjunot kang gombal.

"Can not, do not flirt Fitri!" Fitri advanced her face, and her eyes glared. Making Harjunot dumbfounded, it turns out Fitri also resistant if invited gaze competition. Harjunot immediately let go of that hand, he used to cupping his wife's face. Fitri smiled, because he defeated Harjunot.

The two of them were silent for a moment because basically while having a conversation sometimes there was a hose.

"Phy!"

"Yes!"

"I forgot my first intention!" Staring straight at the wall.

"First intention? What'sthat?" Fitri glanced at Harjunot.

"Seeing you without the hijab!"

"Eum!" Fitri nodded, his hand began to take a pin to the head and then continued to the chin. Harjunot looked at his wife, it seemed like the man was very pampered.

"Waituin huh?"

Harjunot, who was focused on looking at Fitri, gasped when his wife asked like that.

"Did?" Harjunot replied like an annoyed person, Fitri smiled widely.

Fitri also opened his hijab slowly. There Harjunot could see his wife's hair in pitch black. Once perfectly opened, Harjunot sees his wife's hair in two shades of blue and black. If described as what, then the hairstyle is like the main character who plays in Hot Girl.

"Two colors?"

"Hem!" Fitri nodded slowly, and continued his words. "I actually dye my hair when I haven't embraced Islam. Then when I became a Muslim I took the initiative to restore my hair as before, but the word Grandma in Islam should not dye the hair with black, so yes I let it!"

"But at birth her hair was already jet black?" Fitri nodded in response.

"Fit, tomorrow we register our marriage to KUA huh? Let our marriage be official religiously and legally!"

"Yes! But after that we stayed at my house huh? You don't have anyone to take care of, Mas Arjunot will, right?" Fitri holds Harjunot's knee.

"Where is Fit! My time as a husband should be hitchhiking in your house!"

" Gold, we are married is not appropriate for a partner to feel bad for his partner. It is said that the property of the husband belongs to the wife. The wife's property is to have a wife. But that doesn't apply to me, whatever we have, as much as we can manage it together!" A sincere smile from Fitri's lips made Harjunot admire his wife, gratitude to Allah always accompanies her heartbeat. Harjunot is very grateful for the One who is Giving, giving what he needs. A woman who is very kind, understanding and able to make him know what is not yet known.

"Fit, why the hell do you always make me admire you?"

"Huh?" Fitri does not understand, or pretends not to understand the problem he has felt the dread code Harjunot will slide.

Harjunot chuckles, he knows his wife is pretending not to understand, whereas Fitri is not a stupid woman who cannot understand the straightforward language of Harjunot.

"You understand Fit, but you're pretending not to understand, right? Don't you pretend you don't understand, because you want me to repeat what I said!" Guess Harjunot while pointing at Fitri's face with a finger. "Hayo ngaku!"

Harjunot really made Fitri wrong.

"Mas Arjunot if you know what to ask?" Fitri managed to hold her salting feeling in front of her husband.

Now it's turned over Harjunot who became misbehaved because of Fitri's question.

"Hayo answer!" Fitri asked while mimicking Harjunot's style when asking him.

"L-anu!" Harjunot scratched his nape.

"Yes ..a-anu what?" Fitri's a change that makes Harjunot clumsy.

"Fit, how old are you? Why do I feel that you are so nurturing. Feels like I was, like a cildish when I was with you!" Harjunot diverts the conversation. Instead of a heart pacemaker, divert the conversation. Fitri also knows if her husband prefers to switch the conversation. But the woman, very understanding, so she also had to follow what her husband chose.

"Me?" Gill pointed to himself. Harjunot is moving fast.

"Waituin huh?"