The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 69

Aksa, the man is restless. Pacing until several times he fretted in his heart did not focus for him if working in fret mode.

“What the hell is there who ngeganjel gini,” lirih Aksa memijit his temples are a little dizzy his head, he leaned on the sofa chair.

His gaze was then turned to the phone ringing on his desk. He wanted to take it, but his heart was not in the mood to take a call from anyone. His eyes now dropped to his wrist, looking at his watch.

“It's ten o'clock, okay. Permission to go home may be yes,” monologue of his heart. He does not like anxiety and anxiety, so he must see from his two eyes if nothing happens to Anin.

Hope so!

His eyes dimmed when staring at the mobile phone screen and he glared sharply. Then he pocketed his phone into his pocket, he without permission first.

He will go home, his decision is complete.

Aksa walked in a hurry, until in front of the elevator he unexpectedly met with his secretary because he would ask and give trust one day to his secretary.

“I request handle all my work today!” aksa's orders and her secretary heard that and wanted to ask. But, Aksa first silenced and chose to go into the elevator.

His secretary stared flat, again and again. He was bored here, there was nothing he could invite or he exiled if the boss left. It seems like his office friend if there is no boss, arbitrarily but it is fun if you have such friends.

***

Aksa rushed to the house, he got word if bude and his uncle rampaged in Aksa's house to the point of making ovt in the street, every path Aksa has said the phrase istighfar so that there is no problem with Anin.

That's it, if the problem is battered leave everything to God.

Aksa arrived home, saw the avanza car in front of the house which is certainly the owner of the pack and bude who was already at Aksa's house. Aksa went inside the house, without thinking about what happened in front of him.

He came to the door, not looking ready outside. Where's the bodyguard?

Work to be paid anyway, even just wasting it.

Aksa sighed softly, he headed straight for the living room. There Bude was holding Anin's head, and Anin closed her eyes looking deathly pale.

Aksa approached him, before approaching Aksa's steps stopped.

“If not becus to take care of the wife, mending do not need to be a husband.” sarcastic pakde with a look of dislike to the bead of the eyes Aksa and Aksa only care about one now, he approached his wife but was prevented by Bude.

Anin's vegetables closed her eyes. Aksa then carried his wife's body to the room, to be more free to rest.

Aksa lowered Anin's body on the bed slowly, pulling her blanket over her to cover her wife's body which looked dry like it was not taken care of. Though he had given what Anin wanted, but Aksa did not seem to pay much attention.

Always his wife reasoned cliche in order to avoid Aksa's gaze.

Aksa was a little dizzy considering his work this time in the office was a lot, plus his wife who was lying here. It is nothing, it is tired if he has to go back and forth especially with his work that cannot be delayed.

“Don't focus too much on work! Focus same your wife first,” snorted pakde. Pakde had already given off a domineering aura if father to his son, who had never gathered but once said spicy and piercing words.

“Iya pakde,” reply Aksa did not give his view.

He stroked Anin's head gently and Aksa kissed his forehead and stroked the stomach of their future child who would soon be waiting for his birth.

Having children is not that easy, but if you already have children then the sustenance is always arranged to compensate for how many children, and many children then the sustenance flows a lot.

Aksa sat down and took off his office suit, the feeling of having AC but he today remains unsettled with his heart. Moreover, seeing his wife like this, he put his suit on a sofa chair not far from the bed.

“Pakde sama bude down first,” said bude drag pakde hand to get out immediately. Pakde was actually not willing to leave, because bude forced her husband should be nurut.

If not, I will not be the husband of Bude. The threat is so strong and dominated by the past that it will not disappear from his memory.

Aksa sighed, she clenched her hands together, fused and she looked at Anin who did not open her eyes. “Has she checked?” ask in his heart, but it seems that if it has not been checked where maybe the pakde saw it with a cynical look.

“Ehm, sorry if I'm late.” Lirih Aksa, he lay beside Anin and tilted his body towards Anin. He stroked Anin's forehead which was covered with his hijab but his hair was slightly visible.

***

Aksa leaned her body against one of the chairs in the dining room. The two eyes of the man were wandering towards where the bude and the pakde were silent but as their thoughts concerned.

Aksa is now still wearing her office clothes and her look is no longer legible. “You've talked about her father Anin?” suddenly Pakde asked like that to Aksa who was now still flat and like a person who had no appetite.

Aksa shook her head slowly with her two eyes that were taiam. “Eum, a few days ago I met his father Anin. But, there I saw with his wife.”

Hearing the report, Pakde knitted his brows. “What do they want? Where are you?” ask sir with a streak.

“Iya I spent Anin who was cravings. So, I follow his will continue I accidentally saw the couple.” Pakde and bude looked at each other.

Not that a few days ago, they found something strange with the scene and they asked directly. Revino replies that if he is not in love with his wife, how come he has children?

Whose son if not in love with his wife.

Don't worry, Aksa's done eating. He got up, Aksa walked to the room. He is lazy to be asked at length, “Sa take a shower first. If you want to go to the room, all of you to make your wife happy it.” Shouted bude taut.

Aksa heard it just a glance turned his head and nodded slowly. He put one of his hands in his pants pocket.

Aksa walked into the room, looked at his wife who was there silently and stared blankly at her.

“Home home? Means inget home yes,” with accompanied by a trivial laugh.

Anin tried to get out of bed, but Aksa approached her first.

For what sake tears from his wife's petals seeped out and immediately Aksa hugged his wife as a pedestal for his wife to spill all her junk.

He will listen, he will listen and it will be a balance between Anin and Aksa to return to normal.

Her tears had slid freely and her nose was already red but Anin did not let go of the embrace. Aksa stroked his wife's back to stay calm and could patiently face her rather insensitive self a little.

A little yes, about fifty percent maybe.

Aksa changed his position to sit on the bed, he felt uncomfortable if hugged with a crouching position, his waist felt sick and concentrated his body so as not to stagger backward.

Anin grabbed his hand to wipe Anin's tears, Aksa sensitized he wiped it with his ignorant smile, not feeling he even pinched Anin's nose making the tender pain.

Anin replied to him, and Aksa just smiled broadly.

Anin, the woman then looked at her husband's bead who was thinking of words to open the topic this time.

“Oh yes I just accidentally heard you talking father, whose father?” ask Anin.

Anin had intended to go downstairs, because Aksa had climbed above so she would not want to go into the room to not be caught with her husband.

Actually, he did not hear, just that Anin heard a faint father. Whether he should go to THt to check his ears, could be disturbed.

Anin stared intensely, giving room for Aksa to think but over time to answer finally Anin got up from bed.

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