The Love of ROBBKU

Trying to Be a Standby Husband

Satria got a red light from the Doctor, just wanted to breathe fresh air. Now you have to inhale the unpleasant aroma, but how else? He had to understand if his wife was currently in a state of illness. 

Even though she was only a lot silent from the hospital, the pregnant woman looked moody. However, tell her how she feels. 

Azzahra who had noticed Mala's condition finally asked, when they had reached home. 

"Mala, you're okay, right?" azzahra asked while opening the door. 

Mala just nodded in response to the words of Uminya and passed in leaving people worried about her situation.

"Let him calm his heart first, Ra. Poor thing, he must be thinking about the problem of the contents and the surgical removal of the tumor that he will later do."

Udin reminded Azzahra of the condition of their daughter who must have been depressed by this situation. Satria who listened to the chatter of the two people thought the same thing. 

"Sat, Umi lives here huh? We are also waiting for further news from Dr. Tasya about the results of Mala's test," Azzahra told Satria. 

Satria just nodded and went in, he thought to his wife. He wanted to calm his wife's heart that must be in turmoil. 

After Satria's departure, Udin said goodbye to go home. However, it was detained by Azzahra.

"Ra, I'm back."

"Why rush? We'll have lunch first," Pinta Azzahra who got the man's headband in front of him. 

"I still have a job at home" Udin said, subtly rejecting the woman's request, which he said would be his future wife. 

Udin had always made a high fortress against Azzahra, not that he was not ungodly to the woman. However, because Udin understood the name of religious law. 'Must not interact with non-mahram', the quote of the words that Udin always remembered. The word was once spoken by the late Azzizah the wife before they were lawfully husband and wife. 

"Alright, I won't force it. But remember that promise you made? Because a promise is a debt," clearly Azzahra relented.

Udin just nodded in response to Azzahra's speech before leaving the house, he took the time to say his words of mutiara to the woman. 

"I'm not a good man! However, I will try to be the best for you" Udin said with a fluffy smile.

"Away there! I want to close the door" replied Azzahra who felt ashamed of himself for the poet's words. His face was now flushed holding back his embarrassment and anger, not even being a husband yet? There's been a lot of fighting, Azzahra thought.

After Udin's departure, Azzahra busied himself in the kitchen. Cooking and doing other homework. 

"Hopefully, you can feel happiness, son," the inner Azzahra prayed in between her activities. He was very concerned about the disaster that his daughter had suffered. 

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In room

"Nur, I'm here! Not there!" satria Ciletus with a face. From that moment his wife did not heed his presence, the pregnant woman was only a thousand-language silent. Satria can not if continuously silenced by the wife finally expressed her feelings with a sour face of course. 

"Nur! We are human beings whose status is only a Servant, we should only accept what God has given freely. Not wailing! Let alone despair," explained Satria at length. 

Mala finally gave up and said something that stuck in her heart, "Sister, I'm just afraid I can't istiqomah until the end."

"Nur, we can only strive and pray. I want you to surrender to the Robb, let HIM Almighty determine. Are we capable or not? In living this all," explained Satria by looking at the face of the wife who was very dear to him. 

"Sister, I did not waver in this calamity that befell me! However, there is a promise I have made and I would love to keep."

Satria digested the words of his wife while nodding to think what the words that came out of the lips of his wife. 

"I don't understand, Nur!" he finally said that. 

Mala smiled as she untangled the links of their hands and turned to gently stroking her husband's face lovingly. A man who is lawful to her, who has no blood relation. But I want to sacrifice my soul and body. 

"Sister, I love you because of God and I want to let you go because of God, too" Mala explained. 

Satria's face changed pias after hearing the wife's words, there were unpleasant odors that he snuffed from the words just now. 

"What do you mean? Please explain!" pinta Satria with a serious face. 

"Let time answer everything" Mala explained as she moved out of bed. However, her steps were held back by her husband. 

"Where are you going?"

"You go to the kitchen, brother. Want to cook for lunch" Mala explained, unraveling her husband's hand. However, the man's affection further tightened the grip of his hand. 

"Sister! Leasin!" pinta Mala with bulging eyes. She wondered why her husband seemed reluctant to let go of her who only wanted to go to the kitchen to carry out the task of being a good wife. 

"You don't have to cook, there's Umi who will replace that task. I want you to get enough rest as long as we wait for the results of the lap from Doctor Tasya. Honestly, Nur! I don't want to lose you. Please, listen to what I want. As long as we're together, after this!  I'm not yankin we're gonna … ."

"Stop your useless babble, Brother!" mala cut her husband's words. Mala kemabali sat next to her husband and stared intently at the man who was now looking at her with a difficult gaze to interpret. 

"So, what good things can we talk about?" satria asked with a serious face. 

"What does my sister want?" mala asked 'not to lose seriously. Mala was very curious about what her husband wanted to ask, not what? Mala felt that something was wrong with her husband, because after getting an answer from Dr. Tasya earlier, her husband looked moody and was disappointed. I don't know what the cause is, Mala must feel uncomfortable about it.

Satria developed a big smile, seoalh could get a big draw. The man finally expressed his wish that could not be held back anymore. He had been fasting for a long time, like a charioteer who traveled far and was deprived of delicious food. It will never be let go of him. Darling thought.

"I want to fuck you up."

"What?"

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