The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3
Episode 17's
“Iya briefly..” The princess opened the door of her house, and there her mother brought some groceries.
Collapsing instantly, the roar of breath was very noticeable.
“Mamah has finished what? Garuk hoe up to one hectare is it?” His mother immediately shook his son's head.
“Ya isn't it, it's good to say. Yes, you guys shopping just now do not know thank you. Mom's tired, want to drink.” The princess looked at her from top to bottom.
“Mah, papah where?”
“Your father again in London.” The answer is brief with a drink that you take from the refrigerator.
“Loh, not yesterday ‘kan still this well angry same mamah?”
His mama was at a loss to answer what, and only scratched his hand.
“Kok you know?”
“Yaelah mah, papah it is usually so that if there is a pesti problem there is no name delay for the same mama mouthfight. Pesti papah angry still same mom?” Yep true to the words of this Princess, now the Princess unpacked the groceries in the cardboard.
“Udahlah mamah mending here aja... Nemenin me, in a very quiet house every day. Mama, what is not empty? There, without any papah?” The princess took out some containers to house the vegetables and she put them in the refrigerator.
“Sorry non, mistress... It was outside there were non guests,” said the aunt who informed them, and they were confused. Who's coming?
How his feelings are still fused with his own body.
“Who is mah?”
“That's not to be found later be afraid---!” The shocking sound made them turn their heads where the source of the noise came from.
“One of the people looks like..” They also breathed a sigh of relief with his security guard.
And back into the house.
“Your husband will not come home later? Let's cook all of you,”
“Iya. Later he came home from Solo there, I don't know what. I didn't ask him, he was just talking about me going to Solo, you come with me? I answered no, yes. That's it, short, solid and clear.” Mom just shook her head.
***
Anin's in the hospital, dimly glared at her. Burem once, what happened? How come her husband slept next to her and drips. Right, if he's hospitalized.
“Aws,” He massages his slightly dizzy temple.
Aksa's sleep was disturbed, and he opened his eyes.
“You're conscious?”
“Hm, yes. I'm sober, please grab a drink!”
Aksa nodded, and he took Anin for a drink. He helped her hold the glass. “I can be here,”
“Yes, earlier you said the doctor had typhoid and should be treated in the next few days, to see your development.” Aksa replied, Aksa put down her glass.
“You eat?”
“No, I want you here.” Aksa pulled Anin's cheek, and there was a knock on the door, Pakde and Bude entering the VVIP room.
“Nak, yes Allah... How can you get typhoid gini, this must be nothing.” Indiscriminately, Inner Anin. Bude also lunged at his embrace and Anin a chest, as if something hit him. But, he's holding. Keep smiling, and Aksa chooses to retreat to the sofa that is still one room.
“You fought Aksa? Hm,”
“Do not su’udzon first napa Bude!” Sizzle Anin, he's embarrassed if his Bude keeps messing around like this. Makes it uncomfortable, and unsettled.
“This is eat first son! Earlier, Pakde stopped by the restaurant of padang. Keep buying rice padang deh, would you not?” Pakde offered the rice field box, and Aksa received it well.
“Previous thanks Pakde.” Pakde nodded, he ate it and how to eat, is there a spoon to eat it. It's wrapped in rice paper, it's what to eat dicomot. No way it can happen, since childhood he was used to eating with a spoon.
“Em, sirde sama bude want to go out first. There is an unfinished business,” They nodded and fortunately pakde sama bude Anin out, otherwise he will be embarrassed.
“This how does it eat?” Anin glanced at her husband, laughing softly.
“Here I bribe, if there is no spoon.” Sahut Anin, he is willing but otherwise. Aksa ate with his wife's hands.
“You are sick again, no need. I think it was in your food there is a spoon, can borrow?” Anin nodded, clutching her stomach almost the sound of her laughter would be blaring everywhere.
***
After eating, Aksa sat down on the sofa, turning her gaze to the mobile phone. Not seeing his wife struggling to wake up.
“Please me mas, ish... Want me cokel it eyes, already know his wife lgi trouble gini.” He said as he crumpled the hospital blanket, huh.
“Mas..” Aksa turned his head, as his wife tried to hold back her smile.
“To the bathroom,” Flutter yourself, Aksa was quick to help Anin.
“Ngapain didn't talk?”
Anin pinched her husband's hand, “enak aja when talking.”
Arriving at the bathroom, Aksa closed the door.
“What's it been?” He waited for his wife in front of the bathroom door, and Anin clucked.
“Ish, you are. I want this, but trouble. Please,” Aksa gulped. Where the Bude has not yet returned to Anin's room. But, it's okay if his wife's holding her pee.
“Udah..” Relieved already, finally his wife struggled by herself. And Aksa helps Anin to get back to her bed.
“You are not too focused on cooperation, mas!” Anin let out a long sigh, Aksa held onto Anin's cheek and kissed her.
“Not sin once you, mas?” Anin chose to take her eyes off, Aksa giggled, she was eager to bite the cheek of his wife who was already flushed so.
“Udah ah, not here! Shame,”
“Sama wife herself can dong, we are already friends in the eyes of the country and religion. Why the shame? We do not sin times,” Aksa said with length.
“I don't want to, still shy mas..” Pinta Anin, Aksa nodded.
“Yes, okay fine. You better sleep, I will also sleep dong beside you.” Aksa rubbed Anin's hair, then smelled it with a smell that was so stupefied. Ahahh, patience key.
Anin got on the bed, and put her body to sleep.
“Thank you,” Just reciprocated head nod.
***
Rifa'i goes home, he misses his wife, and he's in the car screaming his wife's name. Suddenly dizzy again attacked him, he pulled over his car.
“Em, why yes?”
Lately he has been busy with work that piles up. And now he went home by himself, with no driver standing in front. In fact, he usually brings a driver to accompany him if traveling far, outside the city.
He also opened the plastic containing the drug that he had been storing to prevent dizziness that became more and more sometimes, lately he was too tired to handle a project. Where every night, he lacks rest.
“More now! Soon until,” he sighed and threw it away.
Continuing the journey back to his home, he forgot if he had to buy a martabak in the T-junction next to the traditional market.
“Have it, it's night. Wherever possible Princess will be angry.” He had thought that if his wife was sulking, it made him confused to the point of being upset. Indeed, the Princess was furious amazing, she could silence her husband for one week.
***
Up at home, the house still has lighting, has not slept his wife. He claxed his car, for the house security to open the gate, the security guard hurriedly opened the gate and opened wide.
In the yard, he put his car into the garage. Making sure before it is safe or not, he took care of his bag and did not forget he put the plastic medicine. Do not let the Princess know with this drug.
“Pak, here's the key.” He handed me the car keys, and groped his suitcase.
Rifa’i walk to the side door of the house, it has a spare door lock.
“Hm, haven't slept apparently.” He massaged his temple, dizzy once saw the lighting of a house that is still brightly lit.
“Loh mom...” He said, why is the in-law here?
“OK, maybe mamah again play. Loneliness at home, because there are no friends.” He said with a small murmur, and he raised his face.
“Hai Mas, have you gone home?”
“Iya, mah... I've been here only yesterday though.” He said by touching his in-laws.
“Hem, coming here is just lonely. How's work?” Rifa’i nodded, and Putri removed the jacket that was still attached to Rifa’i's body.
“Aman, where is the papa mah?”
“Em, in London. Any business, you're a bit shootwhy?” ask mommy.
“Maybe got a night breeze mah,” Sahut Putri.
“Anu, I want to take a shower first. Mah, mamah sleep is not good if mamah does not sleep.” Said Rifa’i and mamahnya nodded, mamah also turned away from their sight.
“No problem ‘kan mas?”
“No, I want to be independent first.” The princess nodded, and followed her husband from behind.
Seriate...
