The Heart of Raisya

Unfasted

A week passed. My days are going on right. Me and Mas Haris while still living in Abah's house. Because we don't have our own house. I can't live in the house that Grandma left behind. Because aside from being away from the school where I teach, I don't want to replay bad memories with my ex-husband. Let the house be the home of my children.

Tonight there's a study at Mas Haris' house. The plan is we will stay there. After the Dhuhur prayer, I put a change of clothes and face into the bag. I have just been sanctified from my period. Mas Haris did not know, because he had not returned Friday prayers from the mosque. Immediately I dressed up, dressed up thinly and prepared to welcome my husband.

Five minutes later Mas Haris was with Abah. I opened the door, and greeted him with a sincere smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear! I'm home."

"Wa'alaikum hail, Mas." I kissed the back of his hand, and kissed his palm. Mas Haris kissed my forehead.

"God is beautiful to my wife. This smile is! Make me look at you."

"Ish, wench!"

"Kok gumbal anyway! I'm serious, honey."

"Yes yes, I believe. Mas, so off to Mom's? I'm ready for this."

"So dong, but we have lunch here first, huh? Kasian Ummi is cooking."

"Yes, it's."

Finally we had lunch with Ummi and Abah. Ummi made a steamed brownie to take to Mom's house.

"Ummi kok bothered to make a cake, later ummi tired." Mas Haris.

"No, son, Ummi does make it often. This later so that it can be for a treat of a study event. Give our regards to your parents, son." Ummi.

"Okay, Ummi."

"Rai, Ris, if you want to bring a car, just take Abah's car!"

"No need, Bah. This is Haris' plan to take Haris' car at a friend's house. It has been borrowed for a week to go home. Later let Haris's motorbike put in Dad's house.

"Oh, yeah already then. You guys be careful on the road."

"Good, Bah. We leave first. Assalamu'alaikum."

We finally got to Dad's house. There are already Hana and Nuri, as well as their children. There are also close neighbors who help. This study event is routine every week Mothers complex. Coincidentally this week at my mother-in-law's house.

"It's from Ummi, ma'am." I handed you two boxes of brownies.

"What is this, son? How do you bother everything?"

"Brownis, Ummi made it himself. Ummi and Abah nitip greetings to the family here, Mom."

"Oh yes, greetings to the family there. Say thank you from us."

"Yes, Mom."

I helped my mother and brother-in-law cook in the kitchen. We cooked chicken and lontong soto.

"here, Mom. Let me who ngulek." I asked, when Mom wanted to buy chili for soto.

"Can you, son? You see, Hana and Nuri are not strong if ngulek sambal, his eyes water."

"Well, Mom."

"Alright, here!"

I started to pick up the chili. Ma'am Inah cooking lontong. Ma'am Hana and Nuri rest for Dhuhur prayer. The neighbors also came home because they had not yet prayed Dhuhur. Mas Haris was in the room, continuing his work.

It's 4 in the afternoon. Since all the work was done, I went into the room. I saw Mas Haris sleeping. I went into the bathroom, to clean myself and ablution'. Then pray Ashar in the room. After the prayer, I put my face back in the bag.

When the adzan maghrib was already reverberating, Mas Haris was about to go to prayer to the mosque. I prayed alone in my room.

At 6 pm, the mothers of the study began to arrive. There were about 30 people present.

"Bu Rida, Ustadzah Luluk and his sister could not attend. He said he had a sudden call. His brother died."

"Innalillahi wannainnailahi roji. Who will continue reading this tahlil and Yaasin, Mom?

"Oh yeah, how is this going?"

I saw my in-laws and RT's mother confused

"Sorry, why Mom?" I asked my mother-in-law.

"This, which leads to nothing, son. We get confused. Usually Ustadzah luluk or his sister. Now both do not exist. Suddenly on the phone, his brother died."

"The other mothers can't replace, Mom?" my many.

"Yes my time as the host is leading myself?" My in-laws.

I was in a dilemma, willing to offer myself but afraid of being considered pretentious, because here I was considered the youngest and as a newcomer. Want me to let Kasian, the show will start the night.

"Oh yes, Mom. Why not Dek Raisya who dreams of his prayers. He is a graduate of the pesantren. Sure can! Hana's voice broke our confusion.

"Yes too? How, Son? Can you?" Ask Mother-in-law.

"If only Ma'am Hana, how?"

"No-no... I'm coming by the moon, not if I lead the do'a." Hana's mother reasoned.

" Yes if there is no more, I will go forward. God willing you can, Mom." Answer me without refuting.

"Alhamdulillah... Come on, kid, let's sit down. Start the show immediately. Let's not stay."

Mom introduced me to the Mother Complex. Then we started reading the do'a together, and I was the leader.

After the end of the do'a together. We bring out the dishes. I say goodbye to Mothers to go to the back, helping to lift dishes.

"Already, Son! Let the others lift up. You just sit down. Must be tired of do'a dreams." Said Mom forbid me.

"No, Ma. I'm not tired, though! Let me help you."

Chicken soto has been served with lontongnya. Everyone gets a plate. A snack has also been issued. There are brownies, fried bananas and risol mayo sausage. Drink mineral water and orange ice.

"Bu Rida, Haris' wife is actually a njai teacher or Junior High School teacher? Pinter really does, Masyaallah..." Bu RT curious.

"He was a Mathematics teacher at Junior High School, Ms. RT. If the problem is smart, he is a graduate of pesantren. Thank God Haris chose a wife who was religious."

"That's right, Mom. It's beautiful, polite, too."

"Lha yes, once I met Raisya for a few days, Haris was already in love. He insisted on convincing us. Ask us to propose to Raisya immediately. Afraid of being taken away, hehe..."

JM 8 nights show is over. I helped Mama wash the dishes.

"No, this is my job. Non Raisya In the future just gather with the others.

"No pa-pa, Mother. I used to wash dishes. So that Ma'am Inah can be finished quickly, this is quite a lot of you!"

"Yes, if it is non-maksa, what can I do? hehe.. but if Mas-nya angry because his wife soy sauce, do not mistake me you know!"

We finally finished washing the dishes. I gather forward. The mothers have come home, the family of Mas Haris lives.

"Honey, where are you from?

"From the back, help Mama Haha."

"You don't get tired!"

"Just do the dishes, Mom."

"Your wife won't shut up, Ris. Man deft. Same with your sister." I glanced at Nuri.

"Hehe... I'm gonna have to." I'm going home first. This su bocil udh sleepy. I asked for the site, didn't I, Mom? My husband hasn't had dinner yet."

"Yes, just take it! There's plenty in the kitchen. Bring the rantang, Nur!"

"Yes, Mom." Answer Nuri.

"Mas, you want to eat?"

"Just now, with Dad."

"Well, I'm going to go into the room first."

"Yes dear."

I went to the room. It's 9 p.m., I pray Isha'. While praying, Mas Harian went into the room. Then walk near me. He sat behind me and guaranteed my prayers.

"Darling, can you pray?"

"Yes." Yeah."I answered briefly and smiled showing my teeth.

"Since when?"

"Since noon."

"Kok I don't know?"

"Because I don't know."Reply relax.

"Disappreciate..."

"We're playing a game, huh?"

"Not, but playing sod ball." Mas Haris pinched both of my cheeks.

"Ihh..sick Mas!"

"Sorry-sorry!" Mas Haris stroked my cheek. "Abis gemesin! Yes-yes! I'm going to the bathroom first." Mas Haris ran into the bathroom. I just smiled looking at her behavior.

I folded my face and prayer. Right now I'm trying to wear red lingerie, from Rindi's sister.

Mother Rindi, her brain is so happy! What is a fishnet shirt? Is this what men love? It is also a just-striped triangle. Oh my God..why do designers make clothes like this? But if this makes my husband happy, I'll try it. Itung-itung add reward. My mind is in my heart.

I got on the bed, covered my body with a blanket.

krleks...

The bathroom door is open. Mas Haris came out of the bathroom. He is currently bare-chested, wearing only a sarong underneath.

"Is it sleepy, baby?"

I just nodded.

"Oh..can't! I've been fasting for a week!" He said, then crawled up to the bed and approached me.

"Honey, take off the blanket!You're not that hot?"

I just shake my head.

With his strength he managed to open the blanket that wrapped my body.

"Goddess..." Mas Haris was stunned to see me.

I crossed my arms at the top of my body. I have to open both my hands. Of course my strength lost.

"Darling, this is so beautiful, you're so sexy! You did it on purpose, hem?"

"No-no, I don't mean...."

"Sstt.. !Whatever the intent, the important thing is that the**** has reacted, you have to take responsibility, dear." He directly overtook me. The facility is mercilessly poking me. Gave a red mark around my chest and excitement. I take every touch.

"It's so narrow, baby! Why is it so narrow? You are amazing, baby!"Mas haris nyerocos no koruan. I could only bite my lower lip, enduring the pain.

He continued to smite mine with his weapon. Until finally he changed the tilting position when his darted perfectly.He kept pumping mine until we groaned out the liquid kenikma*an. And a few moments later he collapsed on top of me.

"Thank you, the opening dishes are steady. You make nagai! I'm gonna buy you a model outfit like this, a dozen."

"Mas..don't be crazy!"

"No, I'm crazy about you, honey."Mas Haris is flirting with me once again, and there's another warm fight tonight. Until we finally fell asleep and fell asleep together.

Seriate.....

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Come on who reads it while smiling remember husband? 😁😁

Forgive me if the author's heart is not the same as the shadow of the reader's brother

Thank you for always being there.

See you again...