That Sissy Man is My Husband

Tire 9. Birthday party.

I woke up at 2 in the morning.

I got my body already on the bed.

The feeling last night I slept in front of the tv?

She was beside me sleeping well.

Did you bring me into this room?

I got up to pray tahajud.

I pray for Dika to be normal like any other man. Don't forget I pray that we can love each other like any other couple.

The next day. Today is Thursday , as usual if I do not menstruate I regularly fast Monday Thursday.

I prepared breakfast and supplies for Dika.

"Let's have breakfast together, take her" as usual she always asked to be accompanied by a meal.

I became doubtful, pleasing the husband is obligatory, fasting is Sunnah. I have been studying, serving my husband more than fasting Sunnah. Except the mandatory fasting romadhon or moderate qadha fasting that breaks during Ramadan.

At the end of the day, I accompanied her to breakfast.

Dika smiled happily as I started eating breakfast together with nyaa.

"Feel you always good, make it well" he said.

"Make it" I replied with a happy smile.

I'd love to be spoiled with her, feeding her food. But I'm too awkward for that. Remember we are not a couple like the others.

"I'm sorry about last night" said Dika.

"Kok gpp", I answered briefly.

The phone's voice rang. Dika lifted her. A woman's voice was heard from behind Dika's phone.

"Hello, yeah, what's up ren? but tumben called" he said.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my invitation to you, my birthday celebration and graduation, my final lecture is over as well.

The show's tonight, sorry, all of a sudden. But you can, right?" ask her.

"Eh, later on see the condition first well" replied Dika.

"I wait, all reunians, I shrimp all our classmates first" he said again.

"Ok, God willing" Dika replied and ended his phone call.

He looked at me for a moment

"Who?" ask me.

" Eh, Reni, my old schoolmate" replied Dika.

"Do you know your number?", asked me again.

"Maybe from a school alumni group" Dika explained.

"Oh" that's my only answer. Whatever it is I can't do anything else forbid. Not likely.

"She arrived to invite her birthday celebration, all thanks for graduation, hm you accompany me well after night" pinta Dika.

Actually I want to reject it but the end I want too.

I nodded in agreement.

It was like breathing a sigh of relief.

"Ok" I replied.

Finish breakfast and go to work as usual.

I'm an activity as usual, housewife. I intend to work outside as well, but then first.

At the Workplace Dika.

Dika parked his motorcycle.

Then enter the store through the employee door from behind.

Many employees began arriving to pass on themselves.

"Eh Dika, how does it feel to be married"? silly questions from Remon, Dika's single coworker.

"Still in the morning loh mon", protested Dika because of Remon's question.

They also entered the locker room specifically for men.

They put stuff in and sat down to tell stories. Work hours will start in 20 minutes.

"Come on the story, who knows my motivation to get married soon" forced Remon.

Remon pouting.

"Ah, Pelit "togethers

"What do you want to know, mon?" ask me back.

"How does marriage feel? stress or happiness?" ask Dika.

Dika thought a little.

"Em, good anyway, because there are people who take care, stress, happy is, we become independent, free to do anything with the wife, halal, not afraid of sin. And we learn so much about responsibility", Dika is good at saying the word.

Remon nodded his head.

"Seru is also yes" Reno said .

"Then his marriage quarry also gih" said Dika.

Remon just laughed crisply. Working hours start. Dika and Remon got into their respective positions.

After work Dika went straight home.

We also met again. At 5pm.

Not changing clothes even playing mobile phone.

I told her to take a shower.

With weight, he stepped into the bathroom. Finished his towel bath he just put it on the bed.

I shake my head in annoyance.

"Her towel hangs directly donk" I protested.

"Oh yeah forgot. Sorry hehe" she replied.

Maghrib arrived I did Maghrib prayer first before ready to be ready to go to his friend Dika.

"What time does it start" I asked.

"His word is 7" replied Dika.

"Can't we just leave after this?" bargain me.

"Hmm, can you, pray ajja first we will go" replied Dika.

Thank God, I am not calm if I have not prayed.

Ready to wear the shirt. I am still confused about what to wear. As a result, I wear the robe, with pasmina syar'i whose color is in line with the Dika shirt which is navy blue.

Adzan isya. Immediately I take ablution water and perform prayers.

After that I just wear thin makeup. Natural.

We also went to the invitation. His house is grand and luxurious. The guests are also average elites carrying cars.

After parking the bike, we went in.

Just arrived Dika has been welcomed by the event owner. Reni wears a light blue dress. Dika and her cipika cipiki in front of me.

"Who is Dik?", whispered Reni to Dika.

"Oh, she's Mulan, my wife" she replied.

"Oh this is your wife. Sorry yesterday couldn't be present about me outside the city." he explained.

"Gpp really, just relax" he said.

I looked around, flat on all the dresses, really big for the size of a birthday, too fancy like a wedding. My inner. Probably because of that sultan's birthday.

"Kok he put on a game anyway, if he wants to study, you don't know well to him what event?" whispered reni a little laugh.

Dika was a little embarrassed to hear that but he covered her up.

"His comfort he ajja" he replied. Dika takes me around.

All eyes are on me.

What's wrong with me?

"Why are they?" ask me.

"Gpp , just ignore it" replied Dika.

Dika arrived at the call by another classmate. There's a reunion photo session. I could only look at Dika who was held captive by them.

After that they disbanded. Some are still talking to Dika.

"Eh girls, there's something wrong with this costume" exclaimed someone named Aulia while pointing at me.