Teach Me to Love You

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"Why are so heavy the days that we have to go through Kha, it's okay if it's just heavy. But it threatens your life. Every second I could potentially lose you. It must be this tragic love you Kha, I've drawn you closer and closer to a very dangerous abyss." Ghani peeked at Khalisa's old forehead, his little girl, his first love, his innocent wife.

Ghani opened his eyes staring at the clock beside the nightstand, the dawn of the azan is still half an hour away. He was still staring at his wife's face. Get rid of the haircut that covers the sweet face of the lover.

His smile was immediately flashed as Khalisa opened his eyes. "Dear Morning," he said a few seconds later his lips were already stuck on the wife's forehead.

"Abang is morning."

"Who said it was noon?" Tempta Ghani, pull Khalisa waist to get closer.

"Huh Abang stinks, must not have taken a bath." Pekik Khalisa is upset.

With ignorance Ghani flanked his palms to the armpits and then set into Khalisa's nose with a satisfied laugh.

"Huuhuu Smelly brother." Annoyed when Ghani let go of the hands, the pretty face was now sullen.

"Come on," Ghani raised his hand and kissed his own armpits, "want again?" Khalisa shook his head quickly, buried his face in the chest of Ghani's field, her husband was just giggling amusedly. Khalisa is upset.

A few seconds Ghani fell silent, then stroked Khalisa's slim belly. "Honey, there is no dedeknya anymore, yes" he asked.

Khalisa shook his head slowly, his face turned soft.

"No papa is important there is content nasikan." Ghani chuckles at the conversation, "there's rice, there's meatballs, what's more?"

"There is a brother" he replied after a long thought.

Ghani chuckled, "It's here." He said and then dyed his favorite cheek. "Mandi yuk, get ready to pray dear." The man roused his wife in a nosy way.

This is how the fate of unemployment is successful, the days Ghani spent looking after his wife. It looks like a bodyguard. Outlets in Malaysia are only preserved from home, while those in Singapore have finished renovations are ready to reopen.

Thankfully, even though the losses were huge but the profit gained from the Malaysian branch was still enough to back up.

"Abang, can I go to Nindi's shop today?" Khalisa came to Ghani who was sitting in the living room alone.

"Abang befriends." Khalisa scowled, his lips pursed spoiled. Ghani pinched softly, "if you refuse, you won't get permission to leave the house." Threaten Ghani while winking. Khalisa stomped his feet, Ghani doesn't care. It's better for his wife to sulk than to be wretched.

"So how?" Ghani asked casually, "want to be accompanied or can't go out?"

"It's not so." Khalisa answered lazily, then sauntered up the stairs.

Blaamm

The door was slammed hard on Khalisa, and Ghani shook his head as he took his wife to the room. PMS again yes, so fierce.

Ghani opened the door slowly, glancing at his wife who was hugging her knees sitting on the sofa. If this is how he is.

"Darling, I'm sorry Brother." Ghani hugged Khalisa from the side, buried his face in his wife's shoulder. "Abang just don't want Kha to get hurt, Kha knows now many bad people."

"Abang once told me that Kha was shot to sleep for a long time. You don't want it to happen again, you don't want to lose your beloved." Ghani spoke very softly, so that his wife would understand.

"Seeing Abang's wife forget everything has made Abang sick, especially if Abang saw someone who hurt Kha. Kha understand what you're saying."

Khalisa nodded, twisting his body to embrace Ghani, wrapping his legs around her husband's waist.

"Thank You, darling." Ghani kissed the top of Khalisa's head fondly.

"Sorry Kha, sorry for making you sad." Khalisa is crybaby, dysentile dikit aja must immediately cry. Ghani can use that to melt his beloved heart.

"Kha can still go, but same brother. That's the condition." Ghani cupped the two cheeks of the beautiful girl in front of him, her thumb nimblely removing the remaining clear liquid. Khalisa nodded, "Abang's wife is the smartest" Ghani said.

Ghani took Khalisa's hand to enter a bakery that was transformed into an Anincake cafe. Just a step past the door, the smell of bread had already burst forth, making worms march.

About the cake, something traumatized Ghani, cheese cake. Through the middleman she lost her son.

Anindi came to greet the two of them, let them sit down and get Khalisa's favorite cake.

"Why?" Anindi asked in surprise when she saw Khalisa just looking at his cheese cake. Ghani watched him closely, knowing the reason why his wife became strange. Although memory loss may still be a stored trauma.

"I don't want this." Khalisa's great-grandson then shifted the cheese cake.

"Replace red velvet with Nin, "" Ghani pinta.

"okay." Anindi called the officer to get the red velvet. The order came, Khalisa was very excited to scoop it up. Ghani held Khalisa's hand, who wanted to bribe the cake into his mouth.

"Nin, I'm sorry, not that I don't believe. But can you just get the cake. I hope you understand my worries." Ghani put down the spoon that almost touched Khalisa's mouth and shifted the plate from the front of his wife.

Without a voice Anindi left, she understood why Ghani was so possessive about taking care of Khalisa. Almost twice the man lost the one he loved. Anindi returned with a new cake out of the oven.

"This is fresh from the oven."

"Thanks." -." Ghani said with a smile, looking at his wife who was very happy.

"Nin, is the cctv here connected to your phone?" Ghani asked quietly, almost inaudible to Khalisa who was busy with his cake. Anindi nodded giving her tab.

Somehow he became suspicious for no reason with Anindi's employee who delivered the cake earlier. Lately he has become sensitive about matters related to Khalisa.

"Mrs." Ghani pauses the suspicious portion of the footage, giving it to Anindi.

"Astaghfirullah." Anindi is questioning, looking at Khalisa who does not care about others.

"Please bring me a box for this cake I want to take home." Pinta Ghani, "be as usual, send me the tape." Add it with a sound like a murmur very slowly. Anindi nodded, immediately putting cake into the box.

"Dear Boy?" Ghani cleaned the rest of the cake attached to the corner of Khalisa's lips. To be able to see those lips keep smiling was a joy to her.

"Banget" replied Khalisa enthusiastically.

"You want to do it at home?" Barat Ghani with a smile.

"You."

"Nin, please be fresh is made by you." Ghani codes for Anindi. The person in the code nodded in understanding and picked up a box of red velvet for Khalisa.

After following his wife's wishes, Ghani brought Khalisa home. He did not dare to take his wife for too long outside. That could jeopardize Khalisa's safety.

"The one." Khalisa's great-grandson, they're already in the car. Ghani smiled anxiously stroking his wife's head fondly.

Along the way, Khalisa smiled incessantly. Ghani was delighted to see his wife's cheerful face. His wife was almost in danger again.

He had already sent a message for the three handsome men to gather at the house. Just think of a way to tame Khalisa.