The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 1's

Assalamu'alaic...

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Without further ado...

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Anin and Aksa are happy today, truly a day in remembrance. Very beautiful, Anin did not expect if today she became a legal wife again. 

Memories of the past, he must forget. The future is brighter and the past has a wife. Why are they still remembered? 

Happiness is in Anin's heart, is Aksa who can make Anin's heart happy.

 

“Mas, I'm going to the bathroom first. You are here, not papa ‘kan?” Anin asked, who was toting her clothes, hassling her. Aksa glanced, then he got up from the chair.

“You did that tote, yes it's here I help.” That's dong from earlier. Hunting to the top, Anin smiles and Aksa helps Anin to go to the bathroom, they are equally awkward.

“Heh, you just wait outside.”

“Iya, later if you're done call me. Do you want to be called mbak-mbak MUA (artist make-up) to help you? I help,” Anin shook her head.

Closing the bathroom door, while Aksa kepo. She is still a virgin, not at all. And he had to marry a woman who was already in his happy order, but ran aground.

He's not at all concerned.

Why do men like to think so far?

Uh, bragging he hasn't read it yet. He was also a man, and he did not want to give another man a chance for his woman, now it was in his hands. Stay snap, immediately catfish continue to be deh.

His mind was already muddled, Aksa realized because the bathroom door was wide open.

“Hayo, think what?”

Tock...

The sound of knocking on the door made them focus on the door, it was possible that MUA would dress them up today. Because the hour of completion is night, if the afternoon must be a lot of guests. Moreover, Aksa invited thousands of people, and the media also highlighted their marriage.

To be sure, their viral.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Said the white-gray man with a batik shirt attached to the body, Aksa smiled and greeted the man.

“Wa'alaikumsalam, enter Sir..” Aksa grimacing.

“Who's mas?” Anin self-presented, she was wearing a home veil.

“Eh, Pah..” Anin greeted his former father-in-law, who was not invited to be a tamum

I don't know?

Thought Aksa, it was Anin who invited this man but not like him.

“Sorry to disturb, this is a daycare for this papah child.” Papah handed him the envelope but it was thin, maybe a hundred thousand times the money. Inner Aksa, with a glance of dislike, he entered the room.

“Ngapain try, the former tetep not changed?” Aksa nodded slowly, and he landed his ass in bed. Trying to calm his mind, which had been hot since.

He was exhausted as it were.

“Iya, pah... No papa really, papah already here Anin already seneng. Pah, just go down. There is a lot of food, papah here who is the same?” Papah is encouraged to sit on the sofa outside the room.

“Self son, same driver. You healthy ‘kan kiddo? Papah rarely meets you. Want you to go to Papah's house, son! And invite your husband,” papah just grimaced together in the face of disappointment. Papah only hoped that Anin's husband did not do the same thing as his son.

Exorbitant.

What promise?

The shroud as a dowry, and the seal that he would use, but now it is?

Papah really wanted to squeeze the child's mouth, and could not be trusted at all. Anin daydreamed, pensive for a moment he. Can i? He is today pingit and completely belongs to Aksa. Still she must permit her husband, if not allow food she will obey.

“Iya pah, but I permission first same my husband. I don't want to bother about it later my husband is afraid he misunderstood. I now have a husband, so I apologize if my husband's decision is not right in his heart papah, do not need to take heart yes, pah.” Papah smiled too.

He thought, Anin would agree.

But, yes, no, now Anin has a husband.

Quite a past in remembrance. Anin wants to respect with slow words, he does not want if his former father-in-law is so misunderstood.

“OK, not papa... Papah go first, downstairs. Talk to the people below, greetings to your husband. You too, so the wife can not be rude or say rude to the husband yes, son!” Anin nodded and papah held his hand up in the air.

Anin quickly reached out, to regret it.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”.

“Wa’alaikumsalam Pah, be careful!” Papah waved his hand as a sign of farewell. He was unable to kiss Anin's forehead as a sign of his separation, he was no longer entitled to it all.

“Good afternoon, Mom..” Sapa MUA who passed by carrying some equipment.

“Eh yes afternoon, please change first... Oh yes, but the bridegroom is inside.” Anin invited in, they looked at the impetuous look of Aksa's good looks. Until forgetting the husband who is at home, the most slippers if his wife turns to other men.

“Build! That's the MUA already come,” said Anin while waking up Aksa.

“Sorry yes, mbak..” Anin is in trouble, and he's dead baek ja Nin. Instead of waking up Aksa to want to dislodge the taste of Anin's teeth, just knock, Anin also plucked the mustache feather that was on the lip. With anxiety, and Aksa immediately woke up.

Glowered.

“You're nothing, good to sleep. Did you go home?” Did not see any Mbak-mbak MUA, instead continued his sleep again.

“Open your eyes!”

“Eh, mbak... Why didn't you say?” Aksa got up, he got out of bed. And hurriedly, causing him to bounce off the door of the room.

“The eyes were opened first! You can only walk straight, not that time if you walk. Mending washed his face!” Anin's orders, Aksa stared pensively and mending him directly to the bathroom, from there he who gave time was Aksa.

“Jeez,” He said by buying his eyes.

Anin was dyed by mua (artist make-up) and until there, Aksa still closed her eyes and dreamed of what in elu-elu ‘kan so far, married...

The dream is marriage.

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After everything went normally, and everything was over. Today, where is the day of the week that there is a holiday and past the time where there are still warm-warm newlyweds, but this?

The room is quiet and only the AC sounds are flashing, no one at all?

Yes, Anin has left early in the morning. He got a job, so he had to leave in the morning. While Aksa? Aksa was now in the office, until the housekeeper was astonished by his own employer.

The room was cold, because they didn't sleep together last night. It's just that Anin fell asleep on the sofa in the TV room, because it was late at night. He watched his favorite horror films, and the films he liked according to the mood.

Proudly made in Indonesia.

Yes, Anin is not too fond of drakor and films that are not made domestically. Because according to his understanding, if the film abroad makes it more ignited by the circumstances. And make him addicted to the film, I don't know what people think abroad.

More and more films were produced, until he forgot to stay up every night.

The work that accompanies Aksa every day, wherever he goes. Actually, he resigned from the office. To gain a little freedom, he will take care of small businesses. But, she did not want to bother now, if her husband had not allowed it. Yes, he will obey.

“Em, I want to go outside first ah, buy meatballs ... Especially this? It's raining, it's good to sleep at home. However, work in the office is still a lot. No longer understand, it is the same mass Aksa this.

Anin was getting ready to leave, and sled her bag. She opened the door, and it seemed like her husband was not there. He could have permission to go home and today instead of vacation even told to work. Anin frowns, so as not to be stunned when there is CCTV that scouts.

“Aman..” Anin walked to the elevator. And push the elevator button, after getting to the bottom. He hurried away, ordering a taxi online.

Anin approached his taxi that was ready there, and just walked in. “Mbak on behalf of Anin?” asked the driver and Anin nodded.

“Emh, stop by the intersection there yes Sir.” Said Anin, the driver took off and passed the taxi.

Anin stared at the streets that were so jammed, and he just sighed resignedly, how else Sunday. People will take a definite vacation trip, as well as return to the city. Earlier on Saturday they had returned to the village, so tomorrow only take care to work again.

“Sorry again jammed, mbak... Patience yes!” Anin stared at the phone screen, and there was a message from her husband.

“Iya no ordinary papa Sir,” Anin replied.

Anin read the message, her husband asked her whereabouts. What is certain Aksa already knows, let alone the phone must be tracked by Aksa. There is no way he will get away with it, Anin muttered to himself.

“Ah this morning, who told you to work. Sunday instead of holiday instead of work,” Anin chose to open instagram and see the latest clothes.

Uh remember, Aksa just didn't give me a dime. Where does he want to shop from? Moreover, his wallet is thin, and for sure this is an old date, it is impossible for him to shop. Yesterday he forgot to fill out an e-wallet to pay for his personal needs, at a time when he did not bring cash or anything.

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