Take Off Yourself

First Time

Yasmin, the caneans looking around. She was already at the husband's house. Very neat and clean, some household furniture and others. Quite spacious and large, Hanafi houses. This was the first time Yasmin had set foot in the husband's home

Hanafi, immediately took Yasmin to his house. With a heavy heart, Yasmin followed her husband's words. What's more, his parents, allowed Hanafi to bring himself.

"How many rooms are there, Mas?". Ask Yasmin, directly. Hopefully, we split up the room. So that I'm free, relax.

"There are two, why?". Hanafi, frowned when he heard his wife's question. Ck, don't expect you to split up Yasmin's room.

"Come, let's split up the room. Mas, marrying me is just revenge, right? No domestic relationships, generally". Yasmin, trying to avoid her husband. Huuff....Patience Yasmin, which is clear you are safe now. Lucky mas Hanafi, really married. Almost dead, thinking about it. What, if there is no Hanafi.

"Don't be a fool, Yasmin, even if I marry you, it's just revenge. We have one room and one bed. Just so you know, the only room where Widya is. Don't let me, I told your parents". Hanafi said, smiling smrik. Haha....I could threaten you, on behalf of your parents Yasmin. So that you, can not dwell anymore.

Yasmin, looking at her husband's face. "Mas, I'm dizzy with your attitude. Want you, what?".

Hanafi, smile smrik. He, stared intently at Yasmin. "Take your clothes in, put them in a blue closet". Again Hanafi, did not answer Yasmin's question.

With heavy steps, Yasmin entered Hanafi's room.

Yasmin, so amazed by the contents of her room. His eyes, on the bed. Where she is, will be 1 bed with her husband.

Without any more ba-bi-bu, Yasmin tidied up all the clothes and put them in the closet. From then on, Hanafi quietly watched the movements of his wife.

Patience Yasmin, follow the way the game. Leave it, he's arbitrarily asking. If you can, fight him, don't lose. Inner Yasmin, let out a long breath.

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At night, Widya buys food outside. He, he's been preparing at the dinner table. Not to forget Yasmin, helping her sister-in-law.

"Thank you, Widya". Yasmin said, smiling.

"Together, forgive me for my words at that time. Not that I meant, hurting Mama's feelings". Widya, feeling uncomfortable with her sister-in-law.

The three of them had dinner together. Without any talk, there is only the sound of a tablespoon.

"Mbak, what work?". Widya asked, breaking the silence.

"Mbak, teach Widya. In high school, not far from here". Yasmin replied, apparently Yasmin bought fried rice.

Widya, nod your head. Continuing to eat it, put 1 tablespoon of fried rice into his mouth.

"Stop working, Yasmin. Me, I can support you". Hanafi's orders, make Yasmin's appetite disappear. Whatever he is, working. Put where, my face. The mother, I can't afford to pay for her life and buy whatever she needs.

"Mas, we got married because you took revenge. For my personal business, don't interfere. Including me, will never interfere in your business". Yasmin asserted, she had finished her meal. Oh my God, is it every day? I, drained emotions to my own husband.

"I'm your husband, Yasmin. Must obey my orders, want to be the wife of the ungodly ha". Jerk Hanafi, block Yasmin's arm. Great, he disputed my words. Where, put self-esteem as the head of this household.

Yasmin, throw out the husband's hand. He, put on his smile. "Which husband should I obey? If you treat me like this. Don't expect, I'm obeying your orders". Ck, the devil laughed at my words.

"Yasmy...!! Can't you, don't argue with my words ha?". Hanafi, trying to control himself. Aarghh.... Patience Hanafi, Widya is watching you.

"Just calm down, my. I, like the other wives. Always, give priority to the husband and carry out obligations as a wife. The one I asked for, never forbid me to do anything. Including, don't tell me to stop working". Yasmin said, leaving the kitchen.

Hanafi, follow Yasmin into the room. Apparently Yasmin, was sitting relaxed on the edge of the bed while playing her phone.

Seeing the husband, come in. Yasmin, put the phone on the table. "Mas, you can't fight in front of Widya. Kasian he mas, do not get influenced by us. Not good, fighting in front of him".

"All right, I'll do it. As long as you don't provoke my emotions". This time, Hanafi gave up. What Yasmin said is true.

"Yes, I won't provoke emotions. Just keep the shit up". Grutu Yasmin, take her phone. There were messages coming in, from the teachers and friends.

The curious soul of Hanafi, was blazing. With whom, Yasmin messaged each other. There was a sweet smile, on the corner of Yasmin's lips.

His emotions are Hanafi, the higher. Because Yasmin, ignore her.

"It's night, it's time for Yasmin to go to bed. Put your cell phone on the table or I take your phone away". Hanafi firmly, with a sharp gaze.

"Mas, it's up to me dong. Better, you sleep first. No need, sok attention. Don't you not want me? Not willing to be with me, it's easy to sleep anywhere. If I, bother you". Yasmin replied, with a sour face.

"Yasmin, don't look for trouble with me. Did you forget, ha? If I were, your husband. Obey husband's orders, Yasmin". Hanafi said, glancing towards his wife.

Yasmin, turn her eyes clear. He, put his phone on the table. Then, it enveloped his body. Without any more ba-bi-bu, her eyes closed tightly.

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"Kissing the back of the husband's hand, which is true Yasmin". Hanafi said, reprimanding her husband.

The two of them, finished the morning prayers.

"Hmmm....". Yasmin replied, as if it were not sincere.

"Thank you, Yasmin. Mau, your prayers do not accept by Allah SWT". Hanafi, reprimand his wife again.

"Astagfirullah,mas. Can't don't, too noisy. Wonderful, I love to look for trouble". Grunts Yasmin, release the mucena.

"From now on, out of the house is accustomed to wearing Yasmin hijab. Obligated to cover the letter, what else are you the wife of the village chief in this village". Firmly Hanafi, put the peci in place.

"God, if you don't forget". Yasmin replied, holding back her laughter.

"Astagfirullah, it's Yasmin's duty. When you forget, follow my words". Hanafi, rubbed his face violently.

"I told you, my mom. Don't set everything up, I can. Which is good and bad". Grumbled Yasmin, with a pouting face.

"Yasmin, you're my wife. It's just me, who deserves to see your aura. You understand, at that time just do not understand". Firm Hanafi, slim. "Take this ATM card, to pay for your needs. Buy me some covered clothes, Yasmin".

"Not necessary, ma'am. Me, you have your own money". Reject Yasmin, instantly.

"Yasmin, follow my words. Or...".

"Yes, that's a hell of a bawel! Rich mom Ijah, sook kempong". Yasmin, cut off her husband's words and took out an ATM card. The one given by Hanafi, that's the living for him.