The Ojek That's My Soul
Whose house?
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"What's wrong with the house, right?"rojali asked ambiguously.
Making the smooth forehead of the woman standing next to him wrinkled, dumbstruck.
" So you forgot your own home?just been out a week, right?"
tanya Fatimah replied to the ambiguous question of the tall man.
Rojali gasped, he blinked his eyes that had been amazed at the building on the 120m² area in front of him now.
Then he turned towards the beautiful magenta hooded woman.
With a plain robe and a veil that protrudes past the chest.
He smiled as his wife looked better.
That beautiful body even though he had not seen it all.
But, he knew something really beautiful was wrapped perfectly now.
And, all of that is his.
How come those guys aren't after you?
Even though you are tightly wrapped but the natural beauty is still great.
(Really, exactly my decision.
Because now my right above all else and my obligation to protect you will not be hindered by anything else.)
Rojali stroked the end of the head wrapped in a long veil cloth.
He felt very lucky, this was God's reward for all his patience.
So God gave him a place to go home.
"Not her brother forgot, but his house is the same as it was a week ago,"
"Home Brother was a hut, why is it so good now?"
His mind was staring at what was really happening or who was capable of doing this.
"Nih, Abang's house should be gini," said Rojali while showing a picture he took some time ago on his phone, to the wife.
"God, the time of the week could be like this Bang?"
"Marguably...!" squealed Fatimah with her eyes bulging and both hands cupped her cheeks.
"What is this, what did Mama mean by talking on the phone?" lirih Rojali while looking unblinkingly at her neat house and courtyard.
How not a mini elephant grass carpet tub stretches as wide as a yard.
Various green plants and flowers surround the house.
Mango tree kuntet (never bear fruit) which since he planted five years ago has been cut down in exchange for water guava trees grafted.
"Maybe it's a gift that Mama said this morning" Fatimah said cheerfully and with sparkling eyes.
He could feel the love of his mother-in-law.
Through his attention from the smallest thing.
Then Fatimah pulled Rojali's arm, took him in until now they stood in front of the terrace.
"Congratulations of Bang?not in the open?"
"Kasian was his brother angkot over time," he said resuscitated the husband who still seemed to be pangling with his own house.
Fortunately, the key hinge is not replaced, only the door leaf is made of thicker wood which is very smooth at the pelur.
Rojali gave the order to the angkot driver, to put the items in the living room only.
When the key rotates and clicks, it immediately leaves the door wide open.
Making a pair of Rojali neutrals damming the crystals that are about to spill.
"Well, the house is nice actually Bang Jali,"
decak the angkot driver was amazed by his sparkling eyes and wide open mouth.
Moreover, luxury items are neatly arranged in the living room.
This may be the first time the driver has seen it.
Rojali's gaze continued to glow around the house.
He inspected all the rooms with a nearly choked roar of breath.
All of his rooms turned more neat with paint and wallpaper that was so contrasted with his furniture.
Some luxury goods with a price range of tens of millions that filled his house now.
Starting from the living room,
The room with a minimalist design can also be for relaxing family, eat snacks while watching tivi.Baknah is complete with all the facilities.
Rojali reached out to the woman who had been teary-eyed since earlier.
He grabbed her and led her to the main room, his private room.
This is the appearance seen since the door of the room opened.
Room nuanced newlyweds, sprinkled with fragrant flowers menguar teasing souls who long for unity.
They glanced at each other and then smiled.
Clenching the grip on each other, until now they stand face to face.
The colliding netra were tightly locked together, infiltrating inwards.
Scraping the distance between the two of them, until the two warmed bodies were more tightly attached.Rojali wrapped his hands, pulling a slender waist wrapped in a robe to make it less distant with him.
A warm breath from her woman, as if blowing her face.He could not take his mind off her lips that were tantalizing.
That slightly wet warm link just happened.
Until finally Fatimah's consciousness stopped the collision of chewy objects instantly.
"Ish, Abang ni.., the door is still open." - said Fatimah while rounding her big eyes.
" Forgotten, he.."cengir Rojali.
With fingers interlocked, let the driver watch, not just hold hands.
Right next door, there's a smaller room.
Rojali had made the room a place for prayer only.
With a single mattress, it may be possible to stay overnight if there are relatives who visit.
The twins maybe?
Maybe sometime Rojali will take Farhan and Fadlan to stay.
Watch a dvd or play a game.
Rojali invites Fatimah to look at her kitchen and she is sure to be revamped as well.
The man was impatient with the next surprise.
And, really...
"Masyaallah..," said Rojali, that gratitude and happiness so filled his chest cavity.
(In the campanakan my old stove?
Also pans and pans that have been turned into black steel.)
"The grill of this cooking is mah!" mirrored Fatimah with sparkling eyes.
Jemari lentiknya continue to go down one by one furniture that some use electric power.
Fatimah asked me where to wash my clothes and hang out.
But it looks like he's going to the bathroom first.
Rojali pointed it out until they were again stunned by what appeared before the two of them.
For Rojali who was born living with luxury and sophistication technology.
It is not unusual to see a bathroom that looks like this 5-star hotel.
But he did not expect that he would present a little luxury for his wife in this fast time.In his heart he prayed for women who had been with him even since in the womb.
May God give you a healthy and new age.
The more ta'at and istiqomah on the road he is on now.
A woman who has fought for him.
You will never be able to repay a mother, even if you carry her from mecca to medina and then tawaf around the ka'bah.
It won't!
Only your devotion and affection are what he needs.
Ordinary to Rojali but not to Fatimah.
He who since a baby lives in a simple house.
Never witnessed this luxury directly before his eyes.
Yes, he only saw in the film or novel he read.
He feels like he is in his world right now.
All this, all dreams...
He knew from the beginning the figure of the man who had become his priest now.
What it is and is very simple.
A dirty motorcycle taxi driver again.
However, his good manners and sincerity made him anchor the heart.
He accepts what it is, no matter how it is.
They will build the household from scratch.
Rejeki there is a measure of each of them, right?
And this is the proof of God's power over the windfall.
That the windfall is a mystery, we do not know what we will get later.Continue trying with prayer and tawakkal.
There will come a time when you are at the top of the wheel.
Then they switched to the back of the house.
Wash room with side doors.Fresh air of trees burst in, infiltrating through the open trellis door.
Rojali picked up the mobile phone vibrating in her jacket pocket.
A phone call from her sister, Jihan.
He let Fatimah continue combing the back room.Till when looking to the side...
There was a small garden with pots of mini plants, the contact Fatimah sliding the door made of thick translucent glass.
Although in waking up on the rest of the narrow land, but it looks beautiful spoil the eyes.
(You can sit around drinking coffee and read a novel)
Yes, that's the cross-mind Fatimah had in mind.
"INNALLILAH...!"
"MAMA...!"
Hi you readers Rojali and Fatimah.
Mak Chibi said the conflict used to be a gapapa...
in next chapter,🤭🤭
Abis on seneng was invited to stop by his new house Jali handsome gapang.
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