Teach Me to Love You

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Emran moved towards the balcony, the fence surrounding his house was already quite high. Guards also stood guard at every corner. Where did the terror come from.

The middle-aged man closed the door as well as the curtains. The daughter-in-law was still frightened with a pale face.

"We're playing under yuk, honey." Ask Ghani to take his wife's mind off. He tried to make Khalisa not know this, but failed.

Ghani led his wife out of the room, unable to carry her because she was dizzy. The man was lying on the carpet accompanying his wife who was playing with Airil.

"Abang still sick?" Khalisa asked softly, pulling Ghani's head over his lap. The man hugged Khalisa's waist, buried his face in his wife's stomach.

Khalisa's hands gently massaged Ghani's head, forgetting Airil who had just learned to walk, the baby boy was pacing back and forth.

"Doof sleep?" Ghina asked to keep her son away so as not to disturb her sister. Khalisa nodded with a sad face.

House people so follow calling Ghani with the name Abang, keterangkan Khalisa.

"You accompany Brother, I take Airil to take a nap first." Khalisa again nodded, he did not know how to heal the sick.

Unlike Khalisa who was sad to see her husband sick. Ghani sleeps comfortably on his wife's lap. The man opened his eyes slowly, turning his head to look at Khalisa.

Uh, the girl was crying in silence. Ghani soon rose from the lap of his wife. "Kha's crying why?" Ask him to bring Khalisa in a decapan.

"That's sick," she said.

"The gate's healed, honey. Look, I can hug Kha, right." Ghani said with a smile. This innocent wife is very tempting to faith.

"Don't be sick anymore, Kha is afraid to be alone."

"Dear, my dear" Ghani took his wife to lie on the sofa bed and turned on the television. It is difficult to care for an adult baby. Khalisa really is a valuable asset now.

***

"Kha wants to snack," Khalisa early in the morning whined spoiled as Ghani took him to sit casually in the garden beside the house.

"What do you want, honey?" The man was overseeing the renovation of his outlet in Singapore via Riko.

"That's right there." Khalisa brought his index finger outwards, "which many people." He continued while thinking of remembering the name of the place, "emm, the market."

"Come on, brother get the car keys first." Ghani obeyed his wife's will, if rejected would cry like a child. He had no way of controlling his wife other than to obey.

That bright face very quickly turned sad and vice versa. The place must also be in accordance with the wishes of the girl, Ghani according to only Khalisa want to go to the market.

Since when did Ghani set foot into the traditional market. If it wasn't for Khalisa he would never have stepped on this place.

"Kha wants to buy what?" Asked Ghani, his wife seemed confused to see the number of snacks lined up on the table.

"You want that cake." Khalisa referred to donuts, "want it, that, that and that." Ghani gawks, not afraid of not being able to pay. How to eat it, almost all the cakes on the table were appointed the wife. "Eemm, that too, that too."

"There again?" Ghani asked, he asked the selling mother to wrap up everything Khalisa pointed to. His wife did not want one, each had to be five. Hand over ajalah will be flanked, as long as Khalisa happy.

"It." He said with a bright face. Twenty kinds of cakes times five, count by yourself. Where it might go in Kha's stomach all.

Ghani picked up a large bag of snacks that had been boxed in each type. They like to hold a celebration at home with a variety of traditional snacks.

Byururs

A deep red liquid soaked Khalisa's clothes at the front.

"Dragon!" Pekik Khalisa when someone throws him with a plastic red liquid. The plastic has been dolongi deliberately so that the contents spilled. "Bring blood, Brother blood!" He screamed hysterically.

Ghani was looking for the man who pelted his wife. But he didn't know the shape of the guy's face. They're lining up drinks so don't focus on the surroundings.

Blood, inner Ghani. Chicken blood because there are chicken feathers attached there. Khalisa was already crying in fear, his clothes were full of stains.

Ghani immediately carried his wife back to the car. There was no way he could find the perpetrator in a crowded place like this.

"Relax baby, we'll take a shower." Ghani sat his wife in the car seat. But Khalisa did not want to be released. He can't drive like this.

"Kha is afraid, Kha is afraid!" Shouting hysterically, Ghani carried his wife into the passenger seat. They've been a spectacle of people in the market. Ghani asks Tomi to pick him up.

"Relax, relax. We'll wait for Tomi to pick you up." Ghani kissed the top of Khalisa's head, to make it quieter. The fishy smell is very pungent.

"Kha stinks, scared, scared." His great-grandson was still crying as much as he could.

"Want to shower with my brother." Persuade Ghani with a smile to calm down, "if her beautiful gini cry is reduced."

Ghani buried Khalisa's face on his shoulder. Who would do something like this in a public place. He immediately brought his wife home after Tomi and Thunder came. Tomi drives her car, on the way to the house they don't talk about anything.

The man took his wife to the bathroom when he arrived. He did not answer the confused look of his mother and sister.

After the ritual, Ghani took his wife to the living room to taste the cake they had bought.

"A lot," Ghina murmured as she opened the plastic bag containing twenty boxes of snacks, "we want to give thanks."

No one responded, Mira also stared at the puzzled hawker on the table.

"Where do you want to eat, honey?" Ghani opened the boxes one by one, but Khalisa refused to taste them.

So, Ghani went to the market just to buy people a house. His wife was even afraid to see the hawker. Give Ghani plenty of patience, O Allah.

"Try it a little, honey." Ghani bribed the donut his wife had chosen for the first time.

"Blood," he murmured while shuddering in horror. Ghani immediately hugged Khalisa, his heart suddenly ached. All inseparable from the observations of Tomi and Mira.

"We're going to the room, honey." Ghani carried his wife back to the room. What should he be now. Khalisa needs to take it more seriously.

"Remove here, Kha don't be afraid anymore." Ghani laid his wife down and hugged her tightly, at nine in the morning. There's no way they should sleep. His body can bulge because most sleep accompanies Khalisa.

"Don't stay Kha, be afraid." His whimper further buried his face in Ghani's arms.

"That's not going anywhere, honey, you're here." Ghani calms. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, there's a brother."

Even though he exists still can not guarantee Khalisa can survive. Now his wife's psychic they attacked. It is wrong for Kha to be hurt like this.