Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

29. Kiara's indigestion

Still with the confusion phase that struck, Habibie came home from the office maybe around 8 pm. He stepped into the house, looking for a figure who has always been a bully in his current life.

True what he expected, the woman he was looking for was laughing together with Devi. I don't know what was so exciting that his return was not seen.

But wait, why is Habibie acting as if she wants to be seen by Kiara, she should not care and just go back to her room.

"Shutt, Mistress. That's Mr Habibie!" said Devi.

The woman behind the pantry table turned her head, the more she had a smile on her lips.

"Mas Abie!" peekkik Kiara's.

Habibie was acting indifferent but the corner of her eyes still glanced towards Kiara.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumssalam!" kiara replied in a very soft voice. "Mas Abie is tired, isn't he? Want some tea?"

The man frowned, he looked at Kiara with pinched eyes. More and more astonished because Kiara was suddenly being nice to him.

"Mas!"

"Yes," Habibie replied somewhat jolted.

Kiara turned the eyeballs annoyed with the lightness of her husband. "Well, do you want tea? I learned from Bi Arum. Kia also wants to save Kiara's rote repair!"

Hearing this, Habibie nodded - nodding his head several times. Trying to understand but still like there is something strange with this attitude of his wife. He left Kiara to go upstairs, while the woman ran into the pantry.

"Mrs!"

"Hmmm!"

"Mrs sure Maj did this?" ask Devi worried.

"Rest assured. Don't be afraid, I won't let you get involved. It's all purely my wish and plan."

"But Madam!"

"Shhuttt! I have to give this to Mas Abi first. Pray for me so that it will be good."

"Aamiin, Mistress!"

With a big smile on Kiara's lips, the woman knocked on her bedroom door. Say hello while entering his room.

His small steps suddenly stopped when he saw Habibie wearing a shirt that was still not up to the bottom. His row of torn bread waved as if asking to be touched.

And sure enough, the woman walked in haste to put tea in her glass and then approached Habibie. The index finger was suddenly thrust into a muscle carving which made Habibie jump and immediately cover the abdomen with a t-shirt.

"Kiara," growled Habibie looking at the woman in front of him sharply.

"One time!" pinta Kiara brandished her index finger with a face that was welding. "Mas Abie will not sin. Yes, from Kia asking others, Kia would like to hold the doang. Just a moment!"

Habibie pensively, the man exhaled a long breath but in the end obeyed what Kiara wanted. Not for what, but how. Kiara is his wife, sin is also for her if she rejects the will of the wife.

Habibie did not understand the obligation, they married because of an arranged marriage. He also knew that Kiara had to marry him.

"Wuahhhhhhh .. Mas Abie's children are very cute. It's 6, my dear."

Kiara began to prick her fingers on the stomach of the husband, the woman looked down, warm breaths hit the skin of Habibie's stomach. The man wavered, his hands clenched with frowns.

"There aren't usually only four, huh?"

Whats? All the tension was immediately gone, Habibie again closed his shirt and looked at Kiara with a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Who's letter did you see Kiara?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders indifferently, she forgot whose stomach it was. Whether it might be the lobster stomach that is in the Spongebob movie or what, can not be ascertained clearly. He pulled Habibie over, leading the man to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Mas Abie sit down first!" Kiara took the cup of yeh she had brought and gave it to her husband. "Try it! Kia take the veil first!"

For the first time, Habibie told Kiara. The man took a cup of tea, inhaled its aroma briefly, was very fragrant and somewhat different from the tea commonly made by Bi Arum. Once Habibie sipped the tea, he fell silent, looked into the cup and then tried again.

"Nake?" ask Kiara.

Habibie nodded unconsciously. "Pretty good!" answer's short. Though the tea is very tasty, the taste is not monotonous also very refreshing.

"You did it yourself?"

"Kneel!" kiara said with raised eyebrows.

"Where?" Habibie suddenly loading. His gaze instead focused on Kiara who looked extremely beautiful while wearing the veil neatly. His facial features, that smile, as well as his dimples, Habibie admitted that his wife won was extraordinary.

"Astagfirefull!"

Kiara moved back, took the cup from her husband's hand and then she put it on the nightstand, continued to pull Habibie's hand, sitting the man on their bed.

"Kia wants to memorize, Mas. Where are you going!"

Ah ... The man's head lowered quite deeply, embarrassed that he had thought of something undue.

"Do it!" pinta the man.

The woman in front of him smiled. "Bismilah," muttered Kiara with her eyes closed. Temple by verse, surah by surah she read with a heart and mind. There was nothing he was aiming for other than wanting to finish his memorization well.

Habibie smiled, looking at Kiara's face, listening to her voice carefully. Good progress, Kiara really learned to correct his mistakes.

"Alhamdulillah!" the woman opened her eyes slowly. The five suras he recited without getting a snapshot. Does that mean he graduated?

"Where, Mas. Is something still wrong?"

Habibie shook his head. Everything is almost perfect, there are indeed some that are lacking, but that is not a bad thing.

"Everything is good, and the way to pronounce the letters is much better than yesterday. Tajwid hardly anyone misses, all---"

Bruckk!

"Yahoooo! Kiara won Mas Abie! Kiara won!"

Habibie was sculpted because of the woman in front of him. Whether conscious or not, Kiara had lunged at his neck until Habibie was stranded with Kiara's position on top of his body.

"Mas, Kia did it!" the sobs of the woman sounded very clearly in Habibie's ears, how not, the head of the female Kiara was buried in her neck.

"Thank God Kia could, Mas. Kiara's efforts were not in vain."

The woman's shoulders trembled even more, Habibie who felt it became unbearable, her big hand raised rubbed Kiara's back with a very soft rub.

Nothing came out of the man's mouth, just incline and let Kiara cry, Habibie understood why Kiara was like this. Hard work that produces results always provides happiness that cannot be described in words.

"Mas!" call Kiara.

"Why?"

"He's got something for Mas Abie."

The woman loosened her arms, fixed the position and sat down followed by Habibie. He was still as he pleased, his hand rubbed the corner of his eyes that were still watering. His right hand was stretched out, picking up a contact he had thrust at Habibie.

"What's this?" ask the man.

"Open up!" kiara said still a bit.

Habibie opened the box slowly. Very slowly and when the lid of the box opened perfectly, how surprised Habibie ....

"Astagfirullah .. frog!" screeched at the man as the little frog jumped into his lap. He immediately stood up, climbed on the nightstand so afraid of Habibie at that time.

In her husband's fear, Kiara laughed out loud. The woman lowered her head under the pillow. His hand hit the bed so hard he laughed.

"Mas Abie is funny. Same time frogs are scared." He just kept laughing, even the tears he let out had become tears of laughter.

"Kiraaaa!" Habibie squealed loudly, annoyed and also angry at the woman who was even happy over her suffering.

"Ciara. Get that frog out of this room!"

"No, Mas Abie. Abie is a guy."

Habibie's knees shook, the more tremor the woman's hand was due to fear of the frog that seemed to still be in her room.

"Kiaraaa, come. Get rid of the frog!"

"No, Mas Abie. Oh, my Abie!"

"Yahoo! Kiara don't go! Heiii! Kiara's back! Don't leave me, Kiara! ... Kiaraaa!"