The Love of ROBBKU
Asking the Saints to be Honey
"Allahu Akbar, the wrong address of this house?" inner Satria. Actually Satria just wanted to trap his wife with words. Because, usually Mala will be provoked and irritable a sign of jealousy. But not this time? His wife even allowed his speech to make Satria bristling.
"Nur, kam--."
"I sleepy Brother, tomorrow is the story," Mala explained while yawning many times. She touched on why during pregnancy, she was easily tired and sleepy. It made Mala bored, like a cut chicken. Eat-sleep and finally cut, as if there is no meaning to his life without any other activities.
"But Nur …,"
"Bissmilbornrohmmannirohim"
"Bissmika Allahuma 'ahya wa bissmika Amud"
After reciting the prayer, Mala turned her body to face the right. She turned her back to her husband, making Satria only able to sigh. Not yet finished he spoke, his wife had already begun to fall asleep. Satria is only able to give everything to the Robb, hopefully tomorrow is better than today. He followed his wife into a dream while hugging the pregnant woman from behind.
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"Assolatu khoirul minan naum"
"Allahu Akbar! Sis, up!" mala shouted, surprised by the sound of dawn and soon made her husband.
"What, Nur?" satria asked while sitting with her eyes still closed. His spirit that was still left behind in the dreamland had not returned making Satria still dazed.
"Born morning prayers!" mala shouted furiously at her husband who still did not get out of bed. Mala finally pulled the man's hand and led him to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water.
"Nur, we don't need to take a bath together! We didn't do it anyway last night" said Satria, who realized where his wife was going to take him.
"We want ablution! Not taking a bath together" Mala said.
The dawn that was sadu for the couple, added surah Ar-rahman who was read by Satria makes it more beautiful. We live in a world that is full of blessings. However, it is Man who always belies the favors that the Robb has given.
After the morning prayers, Mala invited her husband to the front of the house. Mala wants to bask in the sun as the doctor advises.
"So, why isn't it hot?"
Satria wants to swallow his wife alive, the question that comes out of his wife's lips sometimes makes Sartia really upset.
"How do you want to get hot? It's still 6 in the morning, Nur! His eyes were still timid, "Satria explained as she let out an annoyed breath.
"Why is the sun so timid, brother?"
"Holy, where are you going?" satria asked when he saw the girl, better avoid his wife than in the ladeni instead make it frustrating itself.
"You go to the mini market, Bang, Ma'am," explained Suci as he approached the two people. He wanted to open a mini market this morning, because he had promised Mr. Udin that he would bring the goods he ordered to fill the goods that had been almost exhausted.
"Later on, we want to talk to you" Mala explained.
Satria looked at his wife deeply, he thought about their conversation last night. Is it possible that his wife would like to express her wish to the Saints?
"Sorry Ma'am, I have a promise with Mr. Udin" he explained, refusing subtly, because he could not break the promise.
Satria breathed a sigh of relief, "the right reason," inner Satria.
"After you've finished your business?" continue Mala while looking at the girl. Mala has given full responsibility for their mini market to Suci. He understood that the treasure that is left dead would mean if it is run by the right person. Mala also can not take care of him as before, he has to rest a lot and should not lift a lot of weights.
Saints just stared at Satria's astonishment, between tangent and unpleasant. However, there was a sound of a car horn. It turns out that Mr. Udin with his pick-up car that has been stuck in front of the mini market.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, Bang, I went there first" explained Suci who wanted to avoid it for the right reasons. Mala just nodded in response to the girl's words giving permission. Satria stared at the girl.
"Don't look at it, it'll be yours!" mala woke up from her seat and went in leaving her husband who was still digesting her words.
"Nur!" yelled Satria while following his wife.
"Amie, are you done cooking?" mala asked when in front of the kitchen door, seeing Uminya who was arranging dishes at the dining table. After Mala and Satria's return from the hospital, Azzahra forced the couple to accept him to stay at their home. Azzahra did not want to do the same mistake as when Mala's mother Almarhumah was still alive. She seemed to not care about the pregnancy of her sister, because she was busy taking care of her husband and home. However, this time he would never repeat it as a form of penance. Her thought.
"Have you boys eaten?" tanyanya while stopping her activities and looking at Mala.
"Later Umi, wait for the others. We eat together" Mala explained as she approached and pulled up a chair to sit down.
"We're not eating? But, breakfast," explained Azzahra straightened out Mala's speech.
"Eye!" call Satria while approaching.
"Would you like to eat, Nur?" asked Satria who saw his wife had stayed in front of the dining table while staring at the appetizing dishes.
"Later, wait for the others."
Satria bungled at his wife's remark, "who are you waiting for?" he was curious while sitting next to his wife.
"Father and Holy" Mala explained.
"Emang, is your father here?" tanya Azzahra chimed in on Mala's speech.
Mala just nodded in response to Uminya's words, in contrast to Satria who likes to tease after the words of his wife who said they were suitable.
"Ehemmm, is there anything else you want?" goda Satria blinked his eyes at Uminya.
"Basic you are?" said Azzahra while approaching and wanted to pinch Satria. However, the man had first dodged and stood behind the wife.
"Umi patiently, I will disguise the Father to Umi, and Kak Satria with Suci."
Mala's thundering apocalypse, like a horisima bomb that destroys the feelings of Satria and Azzahra. I want to cry and be angry at the same time.
"What?" yells Satria and Azzahra. They were actually made a heart attack by Mala. How can pregnant women easily say things that they think are not a matter of play.
"May he only desire," the inner Satria prevailed.
"May Mala be able to forget her heresy," the inner Azzahra hoped.
The two of them could only pray for Mala to change her perverted plan.
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...Connect… ....
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