The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 51

Anin turned and he looked at no one, just the same from earlier.

He wanted to hit people if he appeared on his face, that is, but since then he did not appear and sure enough he had his own goosebumps when there was a flake of wind that entered his ear.

"Hmm, don't be like this!" anin said with a trembling tone, and she was facing backwards.

It turned out that the man was his own husband, who from earlier wanted to eat his wife, hahaha yes it is impossible to fit if his wife now has two lives.

But, his strength was stronger which supported his body from behind. He felt anxious.

"Subhanallah, Allahuma lakasumtu .. astaghfirullah mas, you know what this looks like. Stayed in the hotel 'wasn't it?" asked Anin, she managed to escape from the husband's embrace and Aksa scratched her nose.

With a cry, he nodded.

"So fell into the got, want to nolong a cat that was wasted from its mother. So, don't want to smother. Kasian," he replied in a weak tone.

About cat lovers, he has not thought of it before, he likes to howl animals that make his heart moved to help people.

"Yes, now you take a shower. So, what is this God?" Sontak Anin glared as he stared at the clean white floor that was originally, now dirty with the ground.

"Hehehe, the use of maids at home why. Once this is done," Aksa said casually, he ran away from there before his wife's ultimatum came out and gushed.

"Heh, it's not good every day ngerepotin."

Anin shook her head, and she continued cooking without exception the maid Aksa had told her to enter the house to clean her footprints.

"Mom, sorry mom's body is dirty all .." reprimanded aunt who again mopped and looked at her employer with a smile.

Even though it restrains laughter not to laugh at the employer. But, it still makes Anin ketar-ketir himself and true if his clothes are full of black-black soil.

Anin clenched her hands tightly, growling with emotion. Withstanding the emotion in the chest, if it gushes out, how many watts is left of her husband.

"Continue your work! Oh yes where else, I want to do my work that is not finished!" his orders and Anin kept a faint smile. The shame that enveloped him was actually.

For her husband's sake, tonight she won't give him another reflex massage.

Until she asks, she will not give her rough hand to touch the surface of her husband's body.

"Good ma'am" they answered in unison. Then Anin went away from there. He wants to clean himself first.

"Everything because of this Aksa," Anin upset. He was still arrogant, just had a shower can only think of his wife so.

Anin went into the room with a flat face and she came in by slamming the door. What made Aksa was messing up his hair was shampooing, surprised.

"It's all because of you! So, all dirty! And the clothes you washed with your own hands, just now!" concluded Anin, Aksa who stopped his movement was staring strangely at his wife.

"Ah, was it a bit bad? Oh yes forget me," chuckled Aksa who did not admit his mistake and shifted the subject.

"Hm, forget .. heh, he said there is nothing in your dictionary that says 'forget', he should remember more!" sindir Anin and Aksa smiled faintly.

"Hahaha, yes, it's something else ..."

Anxious who was Aksa, he approached his wife.

"Go take a shower now!"

Anin with the same steps, he accelerated his pace and his heart somehow felt like it wanted to tear apart the prey behind him now.

"Don't get mad! Later on the old spit again," Aksa's tease made Anin clench her lips.

He sneered clearly from his mouth just kombat-kamit not clear until Aksa just returned a smile that is scary, horrified how it is.

"If so, it's good to sew it's mouth!" A threat that made Anin behind the body, she glared sharply at her husband who had his chest closed.

Aksa smiled at her smile, "Go take a shower! Just saw Sibad...." Say Aksa, there is a confusing word. Anin frowned confusedly, "Sibad? You got another girl huhh?" Anin stared full of signs of suspicion.

Aksa is confused himself, even though he means to open the name of the person but the trial isbat justification so.

Indeed, Indonesians if they like to be abbreviated, it would be like this if they do not go back to the word abbreviation.

Indeed his personal assistant, but yes not as willing to go in and out of the room without permission who have a room.

Aksa's eyes stared outside the room, he stepped towards the door of the room.

"Hm, there's psychic ..."

Anin without touching, he went into the bathroom to do his bathing activities and clean it.

"Sabar Sa, you can't be emotional and angry. Inget tomorrow has fasted," Aksa also put his towel on the clothesline that is near the bathroom.

Aksa looked over with his ignorant gaze, he thought of the idea of judging his wife. But, now he thought before it all happened.

Because if something he does that does not follow the flow of the drama.

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Aksa chose to get out of the room, in a casual dress that was white and he wore black shorts.

It was unexpected that there were even guests, I don't know who. Aksa was surprised that there, she showed her body that must be let alone a woman who was struggling spoiled with her husband who she saw from inside. He peeked out from behind the window, for what he did that.

"Yes who is the person who is behind the body," upset Aksa who he looked at his person instead turned back and expelled which certainly.

He only heard faintly, if his bodyguards did not give his permission.

"Huh, the wrong person may be" said Aksa who with a resigned look, and he stared at the wall clock. Usually at this hour, the person he trusted to keep his mother and father had time.

He reached into the cell phone in his pants, and he stepped on the soffa chair with his legs crossed.

Although it's a bit excruciating to cross.

"Then hours are usually waiting,"

Aksa was looking for his papa's personal assistant number, and he called.

He wanted to ask how the change was, whether there was progress for the health of his parents who were still lying in a hospital there in Singapore.

Aksa heavy heartedly wanted to ask, if there is anything that surely he must choose a decision.

"Mas Aksa, this is a cockroach... Astagfirullah, O Allah where fly again." shouted Anin from the upper room, making Aksa who was initially pensive he immediately ran with hasty steps.

One powerful move, immediately arrived at the door of her room and Anin had already plunged her body onto her husband's back with her eyes closed.

Anin closed his eyes, because lately he was sensitive to items that he thought were strange, then he wanted items that were small were considered tenacious but really not.

Had to sigh a few times, so as not to be out of breath.

Aksa's memicing, "Where?"

Aksa was looking around with his flagship item, which he always carried despite sleeping or it was far from his reach it must have remained attached to his heart.

Anin is still afraid, and he still wants to stick with so Aksa is still strong carrying but over time can back gout seven derivatives, turns, climbs. Yeah, just not even his bones.

"Astagfirullah, is this just this?" Aksa showed his goods, akh turned out to be wrong eye or wrong vision actually?

His eyes looked lazy, he took it and threw it in the trash.

Anin slowly, she opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Aksa sighed too, she looked at her bath-rope-wearing wife and Aksa smiled smirk.

"Udah! I'm not in the mood right now." Anin immediately nyaut that way, she pulled her husband's hand to come out and expel in a way rather seden.

Seriate...

Congratulations on fulfilling his fast service friends 😂, and hopefully given his blessing for those who run ☺.

Sorry if there is a wrong word or I always do not keep an appointment, it's okay so just apologize first😂😘.

See you next episode...