TerLove (Love After Wedding)

Jealous.

Cantika looked at her husband fixedly. Anas is not the most handsome man or has abundant wealth. But it is just too much goodness and excess that exist in the man, which is rarely owned by other men. Simple, hardworking and responsible. All of that can make Cantika interested.

Anas turned his head while blushing embarrassedly, "Why see me like that ? I know that my face is indeed mediocre."

Cantika shook her head and then looked down. No sound at all.

"The Maghrib, I'm going to the mosque first."

I looked up, "Don't, I don't want to be home alone !" His face was so clear.

Finally Anas abandoned his intentions. He did not want his wife to be disappointed.

***

Ten o'clock at night.

"When do you sleep under ?" cantika asked the man lying next to her bed.

"Ehmmm, i..." Don't know what to answer. Actually, he just wants to if their relationship is normal like other couples.

"Sleeping next to me, I.m.you'll be accompanied." I don't know why he's that brave.

"A...did I not hear wrong ?"

"Hemmm, here sleep next to me !"

Anas trembled and suddenly had difficulty breathing. Should he follow his wife's request ?

"Quick, if you don't want to...I'm sleeping now !" pitched annoyed.

"I.Yes."

Anas moved to the bed slowly. Sleeping on his back to Cantika. His heart was beating with a storm.

"Why avoid ? Look at me !"

"What's staring at you ?"

"I mean, facing here !"

Anas obeyed his wife's wishes. But she did not dare to look at that beautiful face, embarrassed and nervous.

"Suami, are you going to sleep now or are you just pretending to sleep ?" he asked Anas who was on fire.

The man's eyes slowly opened. Wawat, his chest shook even more. Their faces are too close. Indeed, at this time he was stunned by the beauty of his wife even without the polish of makeup.

The four eyes now clashed with each other. Cantika involuntarily, stroked the man's cheek. Anas until mer*mang made. My man's haul....

"A...what are you doing, do you like these feathers ?" Anas should have kept quiet and not ruined his wife's pleasure.

Cantika immediately threw her hand from the man's cheek. "Honey, I'm just curious. Bewokmu this is smooth, isn't it ? It's like it's not maintained....It turns out to be rough, my hands hurt."

Anas frowned, "That sounds weird."

"Emang I was curious....Don't GR !" turned her husband.

Anas smiled, "It's all right. Cantika, I was told to face but now you're the one who's avoiding."

"Ehmmm, can I ask you something ?"

"What ?"

"All right, my daughter." Trying not to be nervous. Though his hands were so trembling when rubbing his wife's head.

Both men are equally scattered. This was the most intimate scene among them. Cantika felt a tremendous warmth from the miraculous hand of her husband. For a long time his eyes closed so comfortably rubbed like that. Another case with Anas, the longer he was more upset. There was something he felt, an inner urge that was so strong. His feelings are uncertain.

Anas stopped his hand and immediately sat down. He checked Cantika's situation. "Thank God, he's asleep." The man got off the bed and lay down below. He had to stay away from his wife so that the strange feeling did not become more. However, it is not yet time to ask for her right as a husband.

With great difficulty, Anas finally fell asleep after midnight.

***

This morning like yesterday, Anas was ready to sell his merchandise. Ladies gathered to buy their yellow rice. Cantika sat on the porch of the house resentfully watching them. After everything was gone, he roared in wrath.

"Ihhh, still on ganjen. Don't have manners, recklessly flirting with people's husbands."

Anas stood in front of her, "Why else, are you still upset with those mothers ?"

"I don't like them. Those mothers must have had husbands, right, should not tease other men !" More explosive.

"They're just kidding. Don't be so jealous, I can't betray our marriage."

Cantika said, "Then why are you still being friendly ? Smiles in front of them. Later all the women on the baper, you know ?!"

"Baper ? Bring your suitcase you mean ?" Intentionally teasing his wife to smile.

But Cantika even more furious, "Since when did the baper change meaning so bring a suitcase ? Anyway you don't be friendly anymore the same them !"

"Cantika, as traders we must be friendly so that buyers feel comfortable. Being friendly does not mean giving hope. Remember, I'm not a playboy !"

"Assalamualaikum, yes. Is there any yellow rice ?" The dimpled girl appeared.

Anas immediately greeted warmly. "Mira, there's a lot of yellow rice. Want to eat here or get wrapped up ?"

"Wrap it, make it three as usual." If Anas had not been married, he would have eaten there for a longer time looking at the man's face.

Cantika crossed her arms on her chest. The presence of the girl really troubled his heart. This time he was more and more angry than before. Here's another girl one, the most dangerous. He was most interested in my husband. No, there are no words in my dictionary ! I won't let him spread the same charm of Anas.

"It's Mir, your order." Anas thrust out a plastic bag and was immediately picked up by the girl.

"This is the money, man." Give some money.

"Thank you, would you like no change ?"

"With the money right, it means no need to use change." From the time he spoke flat, his facial expression was so cold.

"Ouchhh, dizzy." Cantika was a bit screaming while holding her head. He pretended to walk away.

Anas quickly approached and wiped it out. "Why are you ?"

"My head hurts.." his body collapsed.

Anas immediately grabbed him and entered the house. He was really worried to the point of forgetting the girl who was still standing watching the two. Mira left the house with a broken heart. He should have refused his mother's order to buy yellow rice so as not to see their affection.

While in there, Cantika was laid on a mattress. Anas covered her and immediately took the aromatherapy oil. The woman smiled triumphantly as the trick worked. He pretended to faint again as Anas sat down next to him. The man applied the oil he was holding, to his wife's temple.

"Cantika, let's get up quickly !" rubbed his wife's head gently.

He was worried like that. I was just pretending to faint. No one was hurt one bit. He is really attentive. Ahhh, what a dream husband...!

The longer Cantika can not resist the charm of her husband. Now he realizes that he has started to fall in love with om bewok, no....Cantika is in love with Anas.