
At night, after praying Isya Ziya climbed on her mattress and covered part of her legs with a blanket.. He read the book he just bought at the bookstore..
Shaijiee approached towards Ziya and spread his head over Ziya's thigh.. He talked about the event he was going to launch..
"Do you really want to be a host?" ask Shaijiee
"Of course, I also want to work" Ziya said
"Is my money lacking?" ask Shaijiee
"No, it was even more" Ziya replied
"You don't have to work" said Shaijiee
"Aahh I want a job" whined Ziya
"What if you work with your college?" ask Shaijiee
"Can be arranged.. Is it shooting every day?" ask Ziya
"No, it's only been on television for 2 times a week" Shaijiee replied
"It's okay, I can go to college to shoot" Ziya said
"All right, I'll file tomorrow.. But the shoot had to be accompanied by me" Shaijiee said
"Should.. I don't want to either if there's no you" Ziya replied
"alright.. Please massage my head.. It feels so dizzy" said Shaijiee
"Too much of this work, a lot of thoughts" Ziya said
"I'm just thinking about you" replied Shaijiee
"That means thinking about me making your head woozy?" ketus Ziya
"No dear, it's not so" said Shaijiee
After Ziya massaged Shaijiee's head, Ziya then slept while being hugged by Shaijiee..
In the morning, Shaijiee awakens Ziya to perform dawn prayers.. Finally, they performed the morning prayer..
In prayer, Shaijiee hoped that his household would always be in the protection of God, shunned from slander and distress and he prayed that God would soon give him offspring..
Likewise with Ziya, he also wanted to have children.. He wanted to feel what it was like.. He will take care of his baby, he will give great love..
After the prayer, Ziya went straight to the kitchen, making breakfast for her beloved husband.. While making breakfast, Shaijiee hugged Ziya from behind..
"Honey, kaaangeeen" said Shaijiee kissing Ziya's cheek
"Darling, sit down.. I'm making breakfast for you" Ziya said
"Hmm okay.. Hurry up and eat together" said Shaijiee
When they wanted to eat breakfast, there was a knock on the door of his apartment..
"Who is it?" ask Ziya
"Let me see" said Shaijiee
Cclek
"Assalamualaikum" greetings Melly
"Owhh Wa'alaikumussalam, come in" said Shaijiee
Ziya who heard a familiar voice headed straight for the living room..
"Heheh sorry ya zii, ana here because there's something to talk to you about.. Ana needs help" Melly said
"What's wrong?" ask Ziya
Shaijiee who saw the awkwardness in Melly, he immediately stepped inside towards the dining room..
"What's wrong?" ask Ziya
"Noah zii, sorry before.. You have no money stash?" ask Melly
"For what?" ask Ziya
"Make the cost ane zii" Melly replied unkindly
"Hmmm later try to ask your husband first yes.. You see, since getting married, you have never been given money again the same as you" replied Ziya
"Yeah, don't be zii, it's not good for your husband" Melly said
"Grandfather, Shaijiee is good ko" Ziya said
"One knows, but it's not good" Melly replied
"Husstt doesn't papa.. We are friends, so every one of us needs to be there.. Wait ane said it used to be the same.. How many mel?" ask Ziya
"Less than 400 Lyras again, savings are not enough" Melly replied
"How much does it cost a month?" ask Ziya
"650 Lyra" Melly replied
650 Lyra is more or less if it is divided into 1.2 million..
"Why expensive? the feeling is only 600 Lyras" Ziya said
"That has raised the price, because the location of the boarding house on the side of the road and that the price soared.. Because it's a strategic place" Melly replied
Finally Ziya tells Shaijiee if Melly wants to borrow money.. Shaijiee tells Ziya the code of his money vault.. Shaijiee tells Ziya to give Melly 800 Lyra..
"You're the one who took it" Ziya said
"I'm hambu.. I believe you ko, you're my wife, my money your money too" said Shaijiee kissing Ziya's forehead and then leaving for work
After taking the money in Shaijiee's safe, Ziya gives the money to Melly.. He said the money did not need to be replaced.. Melly is very grateful to Ziya and she sends her greetings to Shaijiee for being kind to Melly..
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