Sincerity of a Woman

DON'T WANNA DO

"Assalamualaikum ..." Hany said with a glowing face. This morning he seemed very excited and happy.

Hanafi turned to the door of the room opened by Hany and looked at Hany who was carrying a tray into the room.

"Where are you from, honey?" hanafi asked quietly while approaching Hany.

Hany smiled and brought her breakfast to the table. She then pulled Ustad Afi's hand to sit on the sofa and taste what she made. Then, took her husband to sit together and he offered her black coffee.

"Mas Afi likes coffee, right? This is Na's cobain, good? Are you not yet a wife?" ask Hany confidently.

Hanafi smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, honey," said a gentle apology. He picked up a cup of coffee and began to sip it with great pleasure. The coffee was already in his mouth and this taste was ordinary, and it was no different from the coffee made by his housekeeper at home every morning.

Seeing the face of Hanafi who began to appear to think also made Hany also wondered in his heart. Whether her husband likes it or not. Will all this be in vain.

"Enak? I like it, right?" ask Hany in a loud voice. He was really curious about what Hanafi would say.

Again Hanafi just smiled broadly. His face looks so flat. Then put the coffee cup on the table again.

"Enak. The taste of coffee in general, but obviously, it would be better if the smeua is homemade, handmade, your dose, and not as usual, if the recipe is ordinary, if the, surely Mas will bialng this feels ordinary, nothing special," said Hanafi slowly. Hanafi knew that coffee was concocting his assistant. Though Hanafi does not necessarily like the usual concoction. She just wanted Hany to dare to try, create her own taste image for her husband.

Hany's face immediately turned sullen. He thought, Hanafi will praise him was not at all. He even said smeua was normal.

Hanafi just turned to look at Hany who was upset. Then take one bowl of fruit salad and smell another on the food. He did not stir but directly spooned the tablespoon into the fruit salad and began to feed into his mouth. Slowly the fruits are chewed into one and give a wonderful taste, plus yoghut, milk and cheese. There's one different taste here, yes, honey.

Hny also immediately sat down and fell, satisfied.

"Really delicious?" ask Hany to make sure.

Hanafi.

"Yes. So yummy. Did you bring it? May? Make friends in the car. I am afraid to miss you" said Hanafi slowly.

Hany's face flushed in embarrassment.

"Boleh Mas. Thank God you like it" Hany replied with a happy smile.

"OKAY. Pack it up? Mas want to say goodbye, Mas sharus leave early in the morning, so he can go home quickly. You are well at home and at school" Hanafi said slowly.

"Ekhemc ... Na, leave school can use dowry?" ask her husband gently.

Hanafi only nodded small.

"Can, Honey. It's yours, you can wear it whenever you want, go to school? Or go to Grandpa Bram's? But you want to go to Papah and Mamah's house, must be the same Mas, can not be alone. Enough in this town. Understood?" ask Hanafi slowly.

Hany simply nodded slightly and replied, "Na understand Mas."