The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 42

Anin smiled shyly, because she was endlessly teased continue with her husband and Aksa increasingly not allow her to get close to him because of the smell he said. Is the effect of cravings possible, so Aksa is splashed times.

“Udah ah, smell you tuh. Should use a soft fragrance oil that, gini is not as good as the perfume of the dead.” Called Aksa, Aksa did not go to the office and ended up at home, although stifling for him.

But, do not want to be away from his wife as well. Yesterday's problem is over, Aksa does not mind just wanting to listen to how his wife complains and Aksa became a good listener friend, without much talk he dah when told.

“Ehm, mas .. Is there no office?”

“Many, one thousand even.” Aksa answered by looking at his wife who was carrying a cake for him, and pempek palembang yesterday bought by his wife, Anin sat beside Aksa and Aksa his face had been holding back vomiting.

“Darling you had a belly bath anyway? How it smells more gini,”

Aksa walked away and ran to the bathroom that was in the kitchen, while Anin frowned. Smells, where it's from. Anin from just now had a bath, her husband could-can call it has not been a bath. Maybe he who has not taken a bath, casually he is still here and ate his Palembang pempek with a sedentary face.

Aksa back again with his face covered his nose and his body limp all the taste, “Don't be finished off! I asked,” with a look on the face of ucul and Anin offered, with the plate rolled into the air.

“So, no?”

Anin is upset because her husband is hesitant to take it, “This one is not finished you are stuck ‘kan? That fried kayak in India?” Anin glared and patted her husband with pempek, he put tuh into the mouth.

Emang not about her husband if mentioned, yes he saw a video on his phone that was almost blasphemed by netizens +62, he saw, yes, the level of bully in Southeast Asia certainly won yes citizens +62.

“Eat most comments wae, the tip was eaten ‘kan.Hard to find the food if it is no longer on the side of the road, yes you are rich people mentang-matang it, lah ‘kan food does not make us die quickly ‘kan unless poisoned?”

Aksa stopped the chewing and cut down, “Iya, but you have to be careful ... If you want it fried, the Indian snack you want to buy? I'm ogah,” said Aksa by observing one by one pempeknya, delicious emang he likes a bit of krispi but yes not too oily so it is.

Whether the teachings are who, yes Anin want to comment at length if Aksa eat oily food, but Anin hernya why her husband was not fat feeling if dinner continues this - it was to her astonishment.

“Let's go to market! Want to shop because, it has not been to the market for a long time.” Anin said with thoughts of what shopping she wanted to buy later in the traditional market, and Aksa shook her head noisily.

“I want to go to the office,” reply by manipulating not to be invited by his wife.

“Alah lie, you want to ngalihin ‘kan?”

Aksa's eyes can be guessed emang, very dishonest seem.

“Iya no problem ..”

Anin chose to move, and Aksa still enjoy the cake, the best anyway if made by his wife until sometimes run out one pan, continue where his wife every time angry, asking where the cake made. Aksa switched to making excuses, and was eaten by bodyguards or aunts who worked at home.

Anin sighed softly, and turned her body.

“OK, I leave alone.” Abstain Anin loudly, and Aksa widened her eyes. When he stood after his wife, he would obey her if he did not. His wife is in danger again if she is not accompanied.

Ahh, troublesome!

“Heh if there is anything how?” aksa and Anin asked, not knowing it was her own husband's fault. She was asked not to, yes her husband had to take responsibility anyway.

“Oke, I'll deliver.” Peeking Aksa and dismissing Anin's steps, Anin smiled faintly. She turned back and ran towards her husband. Her husband stared intently, then Anin lowered her path and hugged her husband.

“Hah yes, earlier said smell yes?” goda Anin and Aksa loosened his embrace, then raised the corner of his eyebrows, what he wanted his wife. Dinekin instead happy even teasing like this, not wrong his wife emang.

“Hahaha, yes forgot about it.” Prik very, Anin menoel her husband's cheeks and kissed him.

Aksa smiled smirk, “Don't fish by the way! Hunt again later,”

Anin flutter himself, and choose to retreat. Walking towards the kitchen, Aksa followed him. Anin clucked otherwise if followed like this it felt uncomfortable, she wanted her husband to sit sweetly in the living room and she served her husband, just born. If the inner problem is yes, just go to the room not outside.

“Huh tired me from earlier followed, mending sit there!” pinta Anin, Aksa shook her head and Anin let out a rough sigh.

“Yes already, sit down baby! Don't believe it, tired I saw it.” In a subtle way he was reduced, and Aksa finally complied, sitting comfortably on the soffa at the behest of his wife.

Aksa stared flat, “Take me very like this, not so bucin this time. Going to the office, not to the market. Market mah affairs lately, if scolded ya have thought lately.” He muttered and Aksa drank the water on the table.

The sound of shoes approaching towards him, and Aksa's attention turned to his bodyguard who was carrying the package, who was sending the package carried by his bodyguard.

“From whom?” aksa asked, her bodyguards gave her the package.

“So he said from a person who really made it to send this package, mr.” Obviously his bodyguard with a retreat, and Aksa nodded. Who else would look for him.

“What else? Hah, what the hell is this njir. Strange package shape,”

Aksa opened it with a small knife that he always carried everywhere, just to be on guard not for his crimes and Aksa opened it slowly, if rough. Remember can't be rude! It will become a habit.

Anin who suddenly came, made Aksa surprised. Joking in shock, “Lah whose package is this mas? You order? Not usually you order goods online,” cerocos Anin by stirring the orange juice in the clear glass.

“Hah what? Same stone paper,” cengo Aksa and open slowly.

“Come back, what does this mean njir?” Aksa read and Anin glared sharply, her words please be corrected again sir! Do not do that, even his son will be heard from inside the mother's stomach. The teaching is not true.

“Maybe the wrong address mas,” Anin said by chiming in and Aksa took the plastic earlier, and read the address to be sent. True this house, and Aksa frowned.

What the hell is this?

Aksa tried to live up to his words, “Do not want anyone to destroy this house again?” Anin who while drinking, he then put the glass rough.

“Don't su'udzon first. Mending khusnudzon first!” anin said with warning.

Aksa disguises her smile and throws everything into the litter box, Anin can't prevent because that strange package just arrived not using a name. Suspect ‘kan?

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