That Sissy Man is My Husband

that girl's.

By late afternoon Dika came home. As usual, he kissed me before and after work.

"Why are you sad?" ask Dika.

"No, I'm really happy with you" I exclaimed directly hugging Dika.

"I haven't had a shower yet" she said.

"Gpp I like your smell" I replied.

Dika laughed and hugged me back.

"Udah used to be a romantic scene, Ali was crying" said Helmi while pointing at the baby box.

I let go of my embrace and immediately carried Ali.

Then he went in for a shower.

After that, after the Maghrib we gathered again in the living room.

"It's outside yok, once" Helmi asked.

"I have a baby. Helmi", my protest.

"Titip to aunt ajja, not for long, is it just eating?" shout Helmi.

"I follow Ajja" I replied.

Dika nodded his head in agreement.

"Yes ready, capcus" cried Helmi excited.

I'll wear my hijab soon.

I'm wearing a viral pasmina plisket. By by from Helmi while she vacationed a week with her friend friend.

As I exited the room Dika and Helmi looked at me in awe.

"Your wife is very beautiful, only Masi does not understand fashion" said Helmi while holding back a laugh.

"What's wrong?" I asked, I started to frown because Helmi laughed at me.

"Haha oh beautiful, but here I am preparing your clothes" he asked. He then chose me a dress that matched my hijab.

When I finished I went out.

Helmi is proud of her simple work. I'm turning into a stylish young man.

Stunned to see me.

With a thin Korean-style natural make up. Helmi clapped her hands to herself.

"Perfect" said Helmi.

Ali was asleep in the care of his aunt.

"I'm sorry bi, put ali first, we say goodbye" I replied politely.

"Oh gpp non, safe deh, do not feel bad that ah" protested aunt. I smiled too.

I then stepped out with them towards Helmi's car.

The car drove into a fancy restaurant that was in town. Helmi classes are different.

Street lights illuminate the street, star-studded sky. It was beautiful that night.

I then remembered the letter of Ar Rahman verse 13. And always rephrased to the next verse.

Fabi ayyi aalaaa'i Rabbikumaa tukazzibaan

13.

Which favor of your Lord do you deny?

I realized from all the bitterness, there were so many complaints, while the favor of God was so great in the world.

I was very grateful and grateful for a lot.

Dika sat in front with Helmi. He occasionally glanced at me in the back.

We have reached our destination.

I got out of the car too.

I trim the hijab and put my bag down.

There's not too much. But also not empty.

She shifted the chair and let me sit.

Helmi allowed us to choose whatever menu we wanted.

"I don't know, choose ajja deh mi" I exclaimed.

Helmi then looked at the menu and selected it for me.

My eyeballs were spinning around.

My eyes were silent for a moment looking at a girl sitting alone with a messy face. Her lipstick is smudged, her mascara is faded. He drank again. I'm sure it must be booze?

Maybe, ah what I think, suuzon can't do that tea.

Feeling the look of the girl glancing towards me. I immediately looked the other way.

After our order arrived, we immediately enjoyed dinner from above. The lights of the city are shining down there.

After I finished eating I glanced back at the girl's table but she wasn't there.

It turns out he was behind me.

Arrived in front of me, and strangled me. Make a scene and panic Dika and Helmi.

Don't don't don't let this girl be crazy.

I almost had a breath in her.

"Crazy traitor, I will kill you!!!", he choked. I'm panicking. Dika immediately pushed the girl's body to the floor.

The girl stood up immediately.

Then he saw my face closer.

The restaurant security team immediately took her out as it had already made a fuss.

"Do you know her?" helmi asked confusedly.

"Not at all, nor do I understand why he tried to kill me" I replied.

I set my breath back.

Dika was very worried. He then gave me mineral water.

"The girl must have gone mad" exclaimed angrily.

Seeing me was not okay, Helmi took us home.

The girl was still outside. His high heels he took off and staggered towards his parked car next to our car.

I looked at her worried. What's wrong with that girl?

Dika slightly pushed me to get into the car because I was still sitting outside staring at the girl who had entered the car.

Is he going to be okay driving his car with such a state of concern?

Helmi immediately props up her car.

I turned to look at the girl's car. Not moving from its place.

Why am I worried about him. I don't even know him, he tried to kill me.

Dika now sits beside me. Grasping my hands to calm me down.

I don't really feel worried about myself. I'm worried about the girl.

"Helma. Isn't it as good as we turn around? I feel sorry for seeing that girl" I exclaimed.

"you mean? which girl, who strangled you earlier?" peekik Helmi did not believe.

"I'm sure he must be wrong, please" I plead.

"Ink!!!" screeched Helmi and instead drove her car rejecting my request.

I stared at the busy night streets as it was only 21:00.

Arriving at home I immediately performed the late Islamic prayer.

While elsewhere the girl drives her car with ugalan ugalan.

Making the streets crowded due to the right left horn of another vehicle that protests with the way the girl drives an unstable car.