The Cost of Trust

The Part 192

After dinner, the three of us spent some time joking. Diaz was exhausted and fell asleep again at eight o'clock.

Hayu also entered the room through the kitchen.

"Mas, excuse me for going home. It's turnover today."

Hayu hands Aziz the wallet and keys.

"Yes, thanks mbak. Oh yes, where's Faiz!? How many days don't you see Faiz?"

"Then I came here, but I went home again. Follow ustad Zaki."

Who is ustadz Zaki? Inner Aziz.

"Owh."

"That's dinner for Faiz, don't forget to bring it!"

"Next time, it doesn't have to be like this. I keep having to take you guys."

"Who's bothered anyway mbak Hayu? Not that!"

We throw each other smiles.

"I'm going home. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

Mas Aziz kept the turnover today in the room. Who used to check his bookkeeping tomorrow morning.

"Mas wants to lock the gate first."

Now I'm moving Diaz into her sleeping box, which I'm now changing her position. The side of my box opened, and then I Pepet into my bed.

Aziz followed me to my room.

His face showed a smile. With a definite step, Aziz approached me.

"Pinter's father's son is bund!", said mas Aziz as he kissed my cheek.

"Yes....Diaz knows, his father wants to do it!", I quipped.

"Are you anyway?? Make a good dong...?!", he yelled again while hugging me tightly from behind.

"Whatever is naon arana!", I said.

(What is his name)

Mas Aziz rubbed his head on my nape.

"Darling, it's still afternoon!", I said as I tried to dodge his attack.

"Who said afternoon? It's close to number nine! Enough for three sentences, not until morning."

"That hobby three times? Yes, if you do not want to mending do not need all of you", I threatened.

"Uuuh..mas are afraid of your threats deck! Unfortunately.it boong!", said mas Aziz while lifting my body to the sofa.

"Mas...what the hell? Down!", I asked.

"Mas doesn't want to go down, he wants to go up to you!"

"Ishhh...mas.!", mas Aziz lowered me to the sofa.

He crouched down in front of me after successfully lowering me to the sofa.

"Sir.mas apologize. If during my time as your husband, I often make you sad, make you cry. But , just so long as you know the deck. Never once crossed my mind to cheat on you. So please..don't ever stop believing the same mas!", mas Aziz rubbed my head that was not veiled.

I nodded and put both my hands on her cheeks.

"God willing...!"

After that, Aziz sat down next to me. Cuddled me in his warm embrace. The chest of the field that had always been airy hugged me tightly all this time.

I don't know what would have happened to me if it had decided to part with her. Life lessons! Yes, all I can take from the experience is learn sincerely to forgive those who have betrayed your trust. Forgiveness doesn't change the past, but it does by forgiving God that changes the future with better things.

Mas Aziz kissed my forehead, my eyes alternated, both my cheeks and lastly.

For a while we enjoyed each other's blessings.

Our activities stopped as I felt something stuck behind me.

I pushed Aziz's face slowly away from me.

"Why?", asked Aziz in surprise, perhaps he was disappointed.

I felt something behind me, then took it.

"This?", aske.

"Oh.iya, that's a new hp for you deck. Do your job, right?"

I made the paper bag, then took the contents.

"Mas..hp this isn't it...."

"Early?", asked Aziz. I looked into her eyes that seemed to be returning emotions.

"No. I don't mean that, baby.!", I grabbed her cheek that started chuby.

"What ? You said that."

"Yes, thank you.!", I kissed her cheek. Then I buried my head in his chest. Aziz rubbed my head.

"Unboxing now huh?", my question is still at home in his arms.

"Yes hp dong mas.!", I said as I turned back my body. But, Aziz grabbed my waist.

"Hp can be tomorrow morning. All of us move the data."

"But mas...if you change hp I can not read the online novel from Noveltoon dong?"

"Can, just calm down. I'll move everything." By answering like that, Aziz was still trying to reach my nape. And he managed to get a natural tattoo on my neck.

"Can we start?", he whispered in my ear.

"Yes, but I have to promise!"

"What hemmmmm!???"

"Once!", I said negotiate.

"Let's promise!"

"Be aware that you're lying!", I said, pushing his head.

"No!", he answered, still sucking the skin of my neck.

"Mas..ih...promise first!", I asked.

"Yes, my promise. Once doang. Once you are above you below, once you are below the mas above, once you stand. Udah!!!", said Aziz regardless of my babble again.

And the truth is, I can't fight what he wants.

The older he gets, the more adept it is to please me. The promise of 'once' was indeed he kept, but 'once' in his version of Aziz mas is not 'once' in reality.

Almost eleven o'clock in the evening, we ended the activity.

"Capek, baby??" asked Aziz, who was lying on the sofa covered in blankets.

"No. Be tired bang..!", I said. I wanted to fall asleep, but the desire to cleanse myself was greater. Aziz chuckled with my answer.

I got up from my couch to the bathroom. Mas Aziz smiled smugly at me this time.

After cleaning up, I lay down next to Diaz. Soon enough, Aziz caught up with me. Hugged me from behind, until we forgot to fall asleep on our own.

*****

"And, kumaha? Mum iraha bogah incu?", asked Mak.

(And, how? When do you have a grandson?)

"Sir, pan Aya Farhan. incu mama Oge."

(Sir, there's Farhan. Mother's grandson too)

"Pan different or lamun incu bladder mah."

(Kan dong different if the grandchild mah)

"Be patient with Mak. After all, Dadan Ge just got married. Still new atuh Mak, Mak who is patient!", said Dadan while wiping his cute arms.

Dadan knows, Mom always wanted grandchildren from him. He was afraid, if Dadan also experienced the same thing with his late father. The late father was a little difficult to give offspring. It took twelve years until Dadan was born into the world. Efforts to seek treatment are no less.

At the age of Dadan who was only five years was abandoned by his father who had begun to age at that time. Until finally, Mak worked in the late Feby family. Unwanted marriages happen.

They did not realize that a woman leaning behind a wall heard their conversation.

Only such a speech, in fact, is able to escape the tears of a Faith.

"Mother, don't cry!", hugged Farhan suddenly.

O Allah, Farhan heard their talk? How's Farhan feeling?

She hugged Farhan.

"No. Mother does not cry. How come Farhan hasn't bobo?"

Farhan shook his head.

"Farhan can't be bobo."

"If Farhan's mother wants to?", haggar Imah.

"Can you?", asked Farhan.

"Bby dong. But ...later if Farhan was bobo, mom came out."

"Yes mom. Thanks!", Farhan hugged his slim waist back.

She also took the hand of her stepson.

"Mom, promise me don't cry anymore. For Farhan, mother is the perfect mother for Farhan."

Can't hold back her feelings.

"Dear, Farhan is a very dear mother's son. I won't cry anymore."

Imah kissed Farhan's forehead, then rubbed his head until Farhan was completely asleep.

*****

It turns out. Household life isn't really plates. Yes.emang, the love story of Dadan and Imah is not as complicated as others. But.what Imah feels, many also felt by other women, the wives in particular.

Congratulations on fighting the fighters 'line two'. Don't forget the effort and prayer also yes ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ 5🥰

Effort without prayer, prideful. Prayer without effort????? What dong???