TerLove (Love After Wedding)

New ambience.

Cantika rose from the fall. Sitting while trying to inhale the pleasant aroma that passed to his nose. Because of the fragrant smell of the dish, his stomach so rumbling.

"What did Om do, huh? It's so delicious the aroma. I'm a laper.." Holds his stomach.

Shortly after, her husband appeared and stood by the door. "We're eating now" he asked.

Cantika turned her face, "Emmm, just go first. I'm still full." Shame to admit that he wants to eat.

Anas smiled sweetly as usual, "I've cooked a special fried rice for us. You must like it." This is how the woman eats.

"Ok. Poor man's husband's tired of cooking."

"Om ? I told you to call me Mas !"

"OK, Mas.." forced yourself. Embarrassed if he had to argue when he would eat in this house.

Anas mesem when stepping foot into the living room. Cantika slowly walked on.

"We eat here? What if someone suddenly comes?"

"We'll just eat with you." Anas sat facing the table on which was lined with food that was still boiling.

Ika sat next to him. "So this room is versatile? TV room, dining room and living room?"

Anas nodded and smiled again. This time, the lips look beautiful in the eyes of Cantika. Heyyy, Om's not so bad. She's sweet too! Wait, what do I think?

He immediately looked away, afraid that his brain would become more and more insane.

"Fast eat, taste my cooking!" said Anas while putting food in his mouth.

Cantika takes the plate and scoops the food a little. Slowly she chewed to taste the fried rice made by her husband. Miraculously, this is really delicious! It feels almost the same as the one in the restaurant. How does the man do it, does his hand have the magic touch to be able to make this delicious meal?

Unknowingly Cantika refilled her plate. He's addicted to the taste of the food.

"How does it taste, how good isn't it?" ask Anas.

"Emmm, less seasoning a little. It's not good enough." His voice was a bit creepy because he was talking with his mouth full of food.

Anas mesem itself, Less delicious but eat it very greedy. Like people starving.

"You used to eat this much, huh?" ask Anas.

Cantika. Many? Woowww, do I look greedy? "What amount of food do I eat? The feeling just ran out of a plate."

Anas chuckled, "Splice but keep going up to three times."

The girl's eyes were perfectly rounded. Didn't you hear wrong, was he really that greedy? Great, Om bewok it turns out good at cooking. Because of the good food he made, Cantika changed like a man in a trance.

"Heehhh, what's in this food?" his eyes are full of search.

Anas frowned, "You mean? I don't mix any strange ingredients into that fried rice."

"Don't let Lo addin g@nj*, ampe me hooked and eat a lot!"

The man was rattled. It was ridiculous to think of the woman beside him. "How could I do that, what for?"

Why is the food so good? He's using what secret spice really is?

Anas looked at her fixedly, "I just made her lovingly, put on a sincere heart."

To divert his heart and mind, he went back to devouring the food that was still left on the plate. It's a pity that such delicious fried rice is not spent.

Ika held her stomach that felt stuffy because it was too full. Ahhhh, just this time I ate a lot, ampe hard to move.

Anas cleaned the cutlery and washed it immediately. Tidying up the messy kitchen when cooking earlier. Move to the bathroom to clean yourself and take ablution.

Cantika gawked as the man walked into the room. His wet face looked radiant. Even bewoknya impressed sexy in the eyes of Cantika. A moment later he shook his head quickly. God, why is my brain this crazy? Since when have I been fascinated by a guy?

He usually likes Korean men. Smooth and white like a baby's face. That's one of the reasons why I used to date Peter. But now for some reason when he saw an Anas whose face was adorned with dense feathers, his heart slightly tempted? Wait...tergior? Oh, please Cantika..lo don't be crazy !

The woman held her head which kept fighting. Between admitting and not, that it turns out her husband is a sexy man.

Anas cleared his throat slowly and stood before him. "Hurry and clean your mouth, if you want to take a shower it's better. After that take ablution, we pray together!"

Cantika gawked again to see Anas who was so handsome wearing Koko's clothes and sarong also peci. Really cool in his eyes.

"Cantika, did you hear me?"

The woman turned her face in shame. "Gue...that's not the water?" But when her husband spoke, she looked back at him.

"I've filled it to the brim, you just wear it."

Please Om bewok, don't smile like that! I almost melted....

Cantika immediately got up from her seat, stepped quickly into the bathroom. Inside, he held onto his chest that was dag-dig-dug-unfortunate. "Crazy, the guy turns out his aura is strong too. I was made like a bego. If you look around, he is handsome. In addition pinter cook and good, diligent again. Ahhh, stop thinking about him! Why the hell is the brain, so move the direction to a bewokan guy?" patting his head.

***

After praying together and praying, Anas turned around and stretched out his hand. Cantika frowned, "What?"

"Hungkem!"

Although at first he was cheering, but the woman also complied. He grabbed the burly hand and then stuck it to his forehead. There was a strange feeling while doing that. I don't know, neither Cantika nor Anas have been able to describe it.

Suddenly Ika broke into tears as she remembered her late mother. The last time he prayed was before his mother became seriously ill and eventually died. He had been away from God for too long. And this time thanks to a foreign man who became her husband, she again restrained. At first glance there is a sense of sadness mixed with a sense of calm. Maybe her little heart was crying when she did bad things. And when his feet were just a little back on the straight streets, calmness came to his mind.

Anas looked at her. Reflexes his hand gently rubbed his wife's cheek. Two pairs of eyes. Those strange feelings and vibes re-emerged on the two. When he woke up, Anas pulled his hand from that sad face.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be presumptuous!" ducked.

Cantika lowered her face. No words said.

"Every time you miss someone who is gone, pray. Pray that the person will have forgiveness and a good place from God!"

Cantika listened carefully.

"Did you know? Every Friday, our practice will be deposited on our parents who are already in the grave. If we do something bad, they will be sad. But if we do good things, it is certain that they will be happy. It's not a fairy tale, I heard it from Mr. Ustadz." Smilingly.

Cantika is still down. His face was flooded with sorrow. Even now her crying voice broke. No longer ashamed to vent the tightness in his chest.

Mommy.sorry me. I'm not a good boy....

Anas hugged her, unable to bear to see the woman grieving. "Cry, that your heart may be more relieved. I understand how you feel." Gently caressed the head that was leaning on his chest.

Cantika was so comfortable to vent all the sadness that he had been alone. Anas is a truly amazing man. Just one day after marrying Cantika, he was able to touch her heart which was almost hardened.