The Huckold Married??

Adeefa Ranaya's

Finally they arrived in Jakarta, security ran to open the gate when they found out the car of his employer was already in front of the fence.

"Where are you going Raffan?" ask the father who found his son moaning into the house without saying anything.

"Sleep Dad, Raffan sleeps," said Raffan without turning his head, his eyes are really still very sleepy even though throughout the journey he slept more.

"Take Deefa, because it's not just you who need rest" exclaimed Ustad Imran before Raffan moved away.

Raffan scratched the back of his head and then looked at Deefa who was pulling her suitcase, "let's go" he said.

"Bring your wife's suitcase, show her your responsibilities as a husband starting from the little things!" firmly, the father highlighted the behavior of his son who had just forgotten a day that his status was married.

"Fast to enter, the longer here will be the longer the lecture is heard," snorted Raffan lifted his wife's suitcase and took her in at a rapid pace.

Adeefa faithfully followed him from behind with an occasional smile when she heard her husband's mouth could not stand still, blabbing all the way to the room on the top floor, the two only differed by two stairs so that Deefa could hear and also see clearly how her husband's body was shaped from behind.

Deg!

His heart was pounding when Raffan had entered the room with his suitcase, he still did not expect to have a husband and. starting tonight there will be others who sleep with him.

"She was silent there?"

Raffan's voice startled Deefa who was standing at the door, her mind was currently really glaring everywhere making her so dreamy more often, ah no! precisely since Raffan's hand clasped his hand while in the car, Deefa secretly held his hand where Raffan's hand was.

Deefa shook her head then stepped in with her steps so meek, sometimes Raffan felt this Deefa was too long for him who was impatient.

"Gue wants to sleep up to you to say something," ketus Raffan then jumped on the bed and rolled over full of fantasy as if he had not met the bed for a very long time to make him miss him.

"A momentarily the issue of what should not pray first just to sleep," Deefa's suggestion invited the displeased gaze of a Raffan Alawi.

"I think I should move out of this house!" chirps Raffan.

"Why?" Deefa looked surprised, he was talking about prayer isya and Raffan instead said something else, is not it not connected?

"Because if you stay here there will be Ustad and two Ustadzah who will continue to give lectures, one oustad and one ustadzah alone have made my head dizzy and then have to be added one more ustadzah? oh can seven circumference dizziness not healed!" bright Raffan made Deefa's forehead constrict with his answer.

"Dizziness me! tomorrow we move!" he said firmly and then covered his body with a blanket of stupidity with Deefa who remained standing looking at him while shaking her head.

"Astaghfirullah, patient Deefa," massaged his chest.

Now he realized that a teacher who is smart in religion and certainly no longer need to doubt about his worship is not necessarily have the descendants of Sholeh, see what he witnessed today.

Her husband was the son of an Ustadz and befriended good people such as kiai and scholars but her husband's nature differed greatly from that of the father, should Deefa regret marrying a man like Raffan? answer no! because he felt that since he was still in the womb God had determined his destiny and he believed God would not give bad things for him.

Deefa headed for her suitcase, opened it to take a change of clothes because her body felt sticky after a long journey she wanted to take a bath first and then pray Isya.

Deefa did not need to have trouble finding a bathroom, because in that room there was also a bathroom.

His body felt instantly fresh as soon as the water watered him, it did not take long to take a bath because all he needed was to refresh his body, after all lingering in the bathroom was also not allowed.

She prayed beside the bed where her husband was pretending to sleep.

In fact Raffan did not really sleep he just put down his body and closed his eyes that sometimes move.

"Feeling in my sholatin" he said as he sat down, yawned several times and got out of bed sauntering to the bathroom with his towel.

Deefa who just finished praying unexpectedly when she saw Raffan was holding a prayer service nearby.

Deefa put on her smile when Raffan started reading prayers, it turned out that her husband was not as bad as she thought despite speaking a little harshly but to pray her heart could be moved by itself.

Deefa waited until Raffan finished the prayer and immediately reached out as soon as Raffan finished his prayer to kiss her husband's hand.

Although a little stiff and awkward but Raffan let Deefa kiss the back of his hand.

After the Raffan prayer was busy with his cellphone, sometimes smiling sometimes nagging and even issuing a mockery for whom.

"Mas."

A voice that was so meek again greeted his ears with a call that he repeatedly refused.

"Don't call me Deefaaaa!" become anxious with a plain face near the door.

"Deefa does not know what to call, while calling her husband's name is very rude," explained Deefa about why she still calls Mas even though Raffan had asked her to call by name only.

"You ah!" finally Raffan gave up.

"Evening is ready, I'm asking you to come down."

With his breath Raffan put the phone on the table and then walked past Deefa out of the room enjoying dinner that may be the result of the cuisine of his wife and mother because of the completion of the Islamic prayer was his wife was located in kitchen.

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