The Love of ROBBKU

Jealousy is the Seasoning of Love

The household relations of Satria and Mala are often tested, either from the probema of life or the coming of a third person. 

Satria already well understood the nature of his wife's jealousy, although sometimes overdosing or excessive. But for a husband, the jealousy of the wife is a spice of love in the household that must be maintained its existence. 

When the feeling of jealousy is not there, then the bland feeling in the relationship will be felt. Even the Robb will not see the face of a person who during life there is no jealousy towards his partner, the person who is Dayus. 

Satria has his own way so that his wife does not put prejudice against him or Doctor Tasya. The man explained that Dr. Tasya was asked by the mother to circumcise the Light later.

Mala recalled that Dr. Tasya was a surgeon, because the woman's doctor was the one who handled the surgical removal of her tumor yesterday.

"So, when will the Light be circumcised?" asked Mala enthusiastically.

"After your 40 days, I also want my beloved wife to recite her Qur'an's tilawatil" Satria explained, pinching his wife's nose. 

Arguing often, but it is difficult to separate. They like to get angry, but get along quickly. That's a good household relationship, although the difference between partners is always obvious. But the other partner can compensate and solve the problem without hurting the other party. 

The maturity of a person is seen not from the age or diploma held, but from the way the person solves and faces a problem. 

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As usual, Azzam will always take the time to stop by his sister's house. In addition to visiting his mother and nephew, the young man also wanted to monitor the minimarket that was his responsibility. Although the minimarket belongs to Satria and Mala, Azzam still tries to advance the place of business.

Now that the young man got out of his car in a cool style, Azzam just kept getting into the house. 

When he met his uminya, Azzam said his greetings and passed to meet his sister. 

"Hello, Honey?" without knowing the shame Azzam beheaded his sister with a call of love even though there is Satria there. 

"I'm sorry, we don't accept donations of any kind" said Satria, who made the young man laugh. 

"Hahaha, Sat! I'm here even to give you a donation," he replied lightly while sitting on the sofa without a burden.

Satria became furious, he immediately approached Azzam and asked a sharp question, "I am rich, so there is no need for donations from you!"

Azzam looked at Satria with a mocking look while wiggling a piece of paper in front of the man. 

Satria snatched the paper held by Azzam and read what was written there. 

"Basic ngibul!" satria said as she put down the paper she had read earlier. 

"Hahaha," Azzam's crisp laughter filled the room. 

"Dragon!" mala shouted to her brother and sat down beside her husband.

Mala marketing will paper what brought by the brother, then take it. 

"Oh Allah, there is a lot of income, Bang!" mala's scream with a frenzy made the husband breathe irritatedly.

"No, 'Kan! I'm a good brother, helpful and humble."

Satria was very nauseous to hear Azzam's buyolan. 

"What is the percentage?" ask Mala enthusiastically.

"As far as you are, I accept it with sincerity. All at once reduce the burden of singles."

After saying that, Azzam laughed again. I don't know where the funny location of the speech is, but Satria became arrogant and keki. 

"25% yes, Bang! Consider alms," asked Mala with a big smile. 

This time Satria who laughs loosely, his feelings are very happy to hear the words of the wife.

Azzam smiled wryly, he understood the meaning of Mala's words. 

Every money amounting to one million, then it is mandatory to spend 25 % for alms.

"What is my fate to be poor like this" lamented Azzam dramatized his role. 

"Remember, Bang! Speech is prayer" said Mala, who made Azzam stroke his chest with a sigh. 

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Day changed with night, the sun had descended from its quarrel and was replaced by the moon. 

Now the family of the pursuers Sang Robb is chatting in the living room, after performing worship and dinner together. It is time to gather with loved ones. 

Udin began to open talks with his wife, "Ra, what are you doing today?"

Azzam answered a question that was actually intended to uminya, "The name is Housewife yes, her job is just taking care of the house."

Azzahra pinched the purta's waist because he was disrespectful to his own father. 

"Aw!" squeak Azzam. But it made another laugh. 

Now Mala was allowed to leave the room, she saw how her brother was treated like a child.

"What, Deck? It hurts to know," explained Azzam took a stroking of his reddened hand as it was pinched by the umi.

"Don't complain to your sister, she's not completely healed!" clearly Azzahra reminded his son that. 

"Umi, I'm fine 'ko, '" Mala explained with a smile.

"Nur, you haven't been 40 days. I'm afraid your blood is still there, it can be dangerous" Satria said. If his wife doesn't whine to get out of the room, maybe he'll keep her locked up.

"Yes, La. You better go in, pity Light left alone," Azzahra pinta who remembered his grandson who was left in the room because he was asleep. 

Even people used to strictly prohibit this, because it is not recommended to leave a baby alone. It could be that the baby is disturbed by subtle creatures or why-why because there is no one to look after. 

After hearing the Umi's orders, Satria took his wife back into the room. 

When Satria and Mala had passed, Azzam began a riot again by teasing the father. 

"Sir, why shut up? Did you tell that woman about that time, Umi?"

Azzam's successful question only made his uminya look sharply at the father. 

Udin was only able to swallow his crude silver, he cursed his stepson so much. 

"Who did you meet, Mas? Which woman?"

The successive questions given to him, starved Udin. He was not ready to say anything, but was attacked by his wife. All because of Azzam 

"Zam! You'd better go home," Udin blatantly turned to Azzam. 

But the young man only smiled mockingly and parted to his um, then passed by while shouting in the doorway. 

"Enjoy! I hold the hand of another woman!" slag Azzam with the rigors. 

Azzahra's anger grew more and more so, the woman was burned by the flames of jealousy. Although he has not admitted it, but if the husband is with another woman. His heart was hot and he felt like tearing apart anyone he saw. 

"Already, Ra. Don't listen to Azzam's words" Udin pleaded with his wife not to get angry. 

But his words were responded to by another wife. 

"Why? Or you would say, if Azzam was my son! Not your son!" hardik Azzahra was angry.

"Is he jealous?" inner Udin. 

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