Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episodes 20.

This morning Jihan felt fresher, although still a little unwell. Not wanting to laze around, after morning prayers, the hijab-wearing woman rushed to the kitchen and prepared breakfast.

Anita who also woke up helped Jihan in the kitchen. While Ammar chose to exercise with Yusuf by running around the housing complex.

“You shouldn't bother making breakfast, baby. Let Mama just. You are still not feeling well.” Anita.

“Nothing, Ma. I've done well, kok.” Reply Jihan while bringing the materials she took from the refrigerator to the kitchen counter.

“But you have to keep resting, let it recover quickly.”

“Iya, Mother. After making breakfast, I'll take a break.”

“Good. Then what are we cooking?”

“I want to make chicken porridge, Ma.” Answer Jihan.

“Hemm, how about fried rice only? You see Ammar really likes fried rice breakfast.” Cetus Anita's.

Jihan was silent with a sad face, she already knew Ammar liked the food menu, but the problem was, her husband would not want to touch the cuisine.

“Jihan, you why? How to daydream?” Anita touched Jihan's arm because she saw her daughter-in-law was pensive.

“Eh, nothing, Ma. I'm just thinking about cooking fried rice or chicken porridge?” Elak Jihan's.

“Nasi fry only, let's be fast!”

Jihan nodded. “Good, Ma. Let's execute!”

Jihan and Anita began to mix spices and prepare ingredients to make fried rice, both of them cooking while occasionally chatting and laughing.

Forty-five minutes later, a special fried rice made by Jihan and Anita was on the dining table.

Because of sweating after cooking, Jihan decided to take a bath to make it fresher.

“Ma, I take a shower first, huh? You're sweating.” Jihan.

“Yes, but take a warm bath, do not use cold water! You'll be afraid of having a fever again.” Pinta Anita was a little anxious.

“Iya, Ma.”

Jihan immediately returned to the room to clean up before breakfast together.

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“Hem, it smells so good!” Yusuf cried while sniffing. He just got back with Ammar.

“Iya, dong. Mama and Jihan have breakfast ready. You two take a shower! Sweat so.” Anita Sahut.

“Iya, deh, Big madam!” Yusuf Ledek.

Anita chuckles at the pressure of her husband. “Already, hunt there!”

“I also want to take a shower first.” Ammar Sela.

“The password is clean!”

“Ok, Ma.”

Joseph and Ammar rushed to their rooms.

While in the room, Jihan had finished her bath, she wore the ********** and immediately grabbed a cotton-based home game with a floral pattern right at the time Ammar opened the door.

“Astagfirullah, Mas!” Crying Jihan who hastily grabbed the towel and re-cover her body, although not covered perfectly.

“Ma-sorry.” Ammar said nervously.

Jihan suddenly awkward. This was the first time he had stood before Ammar without a full outfit. Absolutely disgraceful!

And so is Ammar. His manly instinct suddenly rose, because he saw a beautiful sight in the morning. But Ammar hastily got hold of him.

“I want to take a shower.” Ammar rushed into the bathroom.

Jihan just bowed, as Ammar walked past her. Her face was flushed red withstanding the embarrassment and nervousness.

In the bathroom, Ammar stood behind the door, still trying to control himself but it was difficult because the beautiful body image of Jihan was still dancing inside his head.

“Forget! Forget it!” Ammar patted his own head and immediately took off his clothes, maybe this time a cold shower is the right way and a relief.

After finishing the bath, Ammar went downstairs and walked towards the dining table. There was Jihan and her parents.

Ammar and Jihan sat next to each other, embarrassed and nervous as the incident still covered their hearts. As a result, the two just bowed quietly, not daring to look at each other.

Apparently Anita noticed the strange gurgle of the child and his daughter-in-law, from now on, not once did she see the two married couples talking or just looking at each other. They look like two strangers. It is true said people, the instincts and instincts of a mother are sharp.

“You why? How quiet-safe from earlier?” Anita looked suspiciously at Jihan and Ammar. The question that seemed to accuse was thrown away.

Both were nervous and misbehaved.

“Hem, nothing, really, Ma. We're just ordinary. Yes, right?” Ammar interrupted quickly and finally turned to his wife for her approval.

Jihan was silent for a moment but hurriedly replied. “I-iya, Ma.”

“But Mom is not sure, yes?”

“Mama! Already, dong! Don't tease them constantly.” Sela Yusuf's.

“Yes, huh! Already, ah! Mama wants to eat first, this hungry.” Reply Anita.

“Yes, Papa is also hungry.” Continued Yusuf.

They began to eat fried rice that had been served on the table, Jihan was stunned when she saw Ammar finally wanted to eat fried rice made.

Ammar's facial expression turned confused as his mouth enjoyed the delicacy of Jihan's fried rice.

“This fried rice flavor ...” Ammar.

“Why, Mar? The fried rice is delicious? Jihan is a cook!” Anita cried with her mouth full.

Ammar suddenly looked at Jihan with a difficult gaze to interpret, Jihan just bowed with a pounding heart.

“Why does it feel exactly the same as Miranda did back then? Or do-don't ..” Inner Ammar.

“Already, Mar. Breakfast was eaten first, later again enchanted.” Seloroh Yusuf and successfully make the daydream Ammar buyar. The man turned his face away and fed a spoonful of fried rice back into his mouth.

Joseph and Anita only smile at the behavior of his son.

Jihan smiled with mixed feelings, between happy and happy because Ammar still wanted to eat even though he knew he was cooking it.

After the meal, Joseph and Ammar went to the office. Anita returns home in an online taxi. Jihan is alone at home.

To fill her free time, Jihan returns to her room and rests as she promised Anita. From that moment he did not stop smiling to imagine Ammar eating greedily, his heart was really happy just because of that little thing.

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