The Cost of Trust

The Part 271

Almost two o'clock in the night I woke up from my deep sleep. Luckily I heard the alarm from my phone.

I moved slowly from the bed so as not to disturb Aziz's sleep. I'm afraid he's awake. Last night he slept enough.

But just as I was moving, Aziz grabbed my hand.

"Eh, are you awake?Need something?", I asked.

"Need you deck! Want another gift from you!" he said.

"Basic bawdy! Was it last night? Less?"

"Less, it was last night only once.You said you can ask again before sahur. Not wrong dong mas dikibilikan your promise deck?"

"Can.....! Huum, yes I washed my face first. The smell of jigong heheheh!"

"No papa! Come...!", he said sulking. I let out a breath.

"Yes..iya dear....!"

I also repeated our activities last night. Until finally my alarm on the phone again rang loudly, it was a sign that it was three o'clock. Huh! We played for an hour.Kaya newlyweds yes hihihihi.

"Oh yeah, I'll take a shower!"

But Aziz still held me in his arms.

"Mas still misses dear.!" he said spoiled.

"Yes, baby..mau, but it's gonna be tonight, huh?"

"yes!", he replied with a forced tone.

"Seriously, it's tonight again. What style can jiga do! Yes, yes.!", rayuku.

"Promise yes.!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Promise me.!", I kissed her cheek.

"Yes there, clean up. But I'll pee first!"

"Yes, I'm anterin yuk!"

"Yes!", I pay enough attention to the process of moving Aziz mas from bed to wheelchair.

"Heheheheh.pake sarong first mas. Shame on me to see that, gondal gandul that!"

"Ngapain embarrassed anyway? You are a great hobby!"

"Mas, uh....!"

Mas Aziz chuckled at the embarrassed me.

I finally pushed Aziz to the bathroom. After Aziz mas neatly returned, it was my turn to take a shower.

"Mas, I'm going to the kitchen! Want an angetin' side dish last night."

"Dear, if you fall asleep is okay?"

"It's okay, baby!", I rubbed his cheeks.

"I'm sorry.?!", he said a little pleading.

"Do not apologize, later if it is done I also fell asleep mas. Take it easy, I want you to be with Diaz again."

"OK baby!"

"I'm out, right??"

"Yes...!"

Chequek..

I also went out to the kitchen. Preparing everything to eat sahur.

I tied up my long hair. Obviously, my hair was dry after shampooing.

The rice is ready. Now there's a manasin side dish. I also prepared the dishes at the dinner table.

I feel like there's something, but what is it. I stayed a while near the kitchen table.

Is there something I forgot? Mumbles.

Until Deheman's voice shocks me.

Ehemm....

"Astagfirullahaladzim!", I cried as I leaned against my kitchen table.

"Kok???", ask me who is not clear whether to ask what.

"Sorry, surprise you!"

"I..iya.mas!", I was misbehaving. I forgot this alien was staying at my house.

Oh my God, I don't wear a hijab. I hurriedly ran to my room.

"No need to run, slow down. I've already seen it, even touched it!", ledek Fai. I turned around and stared at him fiercely.

"How dare I go, rich man you are called Ustaz!", I said immediately turned and went into my room to take the hijab.

It's worth it that I feel there is something else, it turns out that I can be so spared there are Fai and Mika.

When I went into the room, I saw that Aziz was back to sleep. Even though I took control, in fact he was still exhausted as well.

I set my heart rhythm a little faster to beat because of the presence of Fai in the kitchen earlier.

I took my hijab and put it on.

At the dining table, Fai sat while looking at the menu of Diandra's cuisine.

Oh my God, I know I was wrong. But. seeing Diandra without the hijab, my memory goes back to those times. She still looks beautiful, unchanged despite her age. Astagfirullah...I thought what the hell?? Eyes oh eyes...can not be maintained and synchronized with the brain and heart? Fai is at war with his own brain and heart.

Mika and I went out of the room at the same time.

"Eh, have you woken up?", said Mika.

"Oh yeah? Sorry huh? I should have helped. You see I'm a habit, mas Fai who nyiapin sahur me hehehhe!"

"It's okay Mika. Just relax. Weigh the angelin side dishes so easy Mik!"

I walked along with Mika towards the dining table.

"Just I'm looking for it doesn't exist, it's even been coffee here mas!", asked Mika while holding her ass to the chair.

"Yes, we used to have coffee before dear Suhur!", said Fai rubbed his wife's head.

I smiled bitterly at their affection, not because of jealousy Fai mas romantically with Mika but.I envy, I want to be like that again with Mas Aziz.

"I'm sorry Di, if I'm presumptuous to make coffee without your permission!", said Fai.

''No problem, consider it your own home!", I said as I took the rice.

"Heheheheh sorry Di, I must have had this rich ex-husband!" said Mika.

"Dih...hari gini discussed the former? It's not Mik. Ordinary, there is a term throw the former in its place. Well, the place is you hehehe!"

"You can be Di!", I said.

"Ehem...do you want a side dish what baby?", asked Fai to mika.

"The rich Dian is, isn't it?" said Mika.

"yes, frankly I forgot if there are you guys nginep here so it was fitting my side dish sempet...."

"What am I doing Di?", asked Mika curiously. As with Fai, he looked agitated. Fai was only afraid that his wife would be mistaken if she had met Dian in the kitchen without wearing a hijab.

"Sempet.forget that's it. Rich there's something Mik, but I don't know what. I'm 'ngeh' 'kok, Mama's room lights are on. Keep me taking the hijab to the room, get out of the room you're out too!"

"Heum.. lupain me!", said Mika.

"Sorry Mik.. actually, it wasn't inget."

"What's wrong in. So, was mas Fai making coffee actually do not permit you dong?"

"Well, any permission? If there is a mah stay make it!", said me while chewing my food.

Mas Fai was staring at me. I'm sure, he must have thought that I would honestly say what just happened. But baby, I don't want to be rash about telling the truth. Nor do I mean to lie, anyway.I do not intend to lie it right.

"Thank you Di. Again, I'm sorry we bothered you."

"Don't tell me rich is Mik. We are brothers, papa Umar my papa heheheh....!"

"Yes.iya... Thanks for being my brother!", rich Mika rubbed the back of my hand.

I responded with a thin smile.

Almost four o'clock, we finished sahur. Mika and I cleaned up the rest of our sahur meal. On the sidelines of washing dishes, Mika and I joked.

While Fai, chose to sip a cigarette in the backyard where I wash clothes while waiting for imsyak time.

A few minutes later the sound of the mosque signifying imsyak was heard. Mika and I prepare for ablution.

While waiting for Azan, I tadarus for a moment. After Azan reverberated, the three of us prayed at dawn.

After the dawn prayer, we went back to our rooms.

Czech....

"Well, are you awake? Want to pray at dawn?"

"The prayer deck! I can go to the bathroom for Wudu. Unless there is you, I want to be spoiled to you!", he said to my arms.

"Dih...dih..anjen his kumat deh!", I said to reply Jawilan.

"Biarin, this same wife!", he said.

"Hehehe but I'm on a whim in ganjenin with you!"

"No..mancing!!! Just last night, the deck!"

"Start the fictor. Dirty thoughts in that direction Mulu anyway mas??!!!"

Aziz laughed instead.

"Yes wes.yes wes...!"

"Why didn't I join the prayer in front of me when I woke up?"

"It's okay, I want a munfarid anyway!"

"Owh..that's it!"

"Yes, you're a Diaz kelonin deck. Kasian from last night was mama ngelonin her father Mulu."

"Seriously? Can you?"

"By the deck! Same time as your own son!"

"Hahaha my husband...! Thank God, finally Gusti Allah gave him guidance!", my friend.

"Hidayah!", said Aziz, blasting his lips.

"Hehehe sorry baby! Yes, again, boboan. I'm the same as Diaz, right?"

"Yes!", Aziz replied briefly and then tried to move to the bed again. After making sure Aziz was comfortable in bed, I laid myself down on Diaz's bed.

Like I had an inner bond, Diaz kissed my whereabouts. Finally, Diaz asked me for her rights after all night her mother actually spoiled her father.

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Sorry if you are still gini-gyi, maybe ngebosenin. Mamak has not been inspired yet, still in the belom mountain back to the city again 🤭🤭🙏🙏🤗🤗

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Hopefully tomorrow you can get inspiration, so the story is not monotonous.