The Second Wife

Part 142Hijab For Mom

"So to mom's house?" arya asked the beautiful woman who had just gotten into the car.

Yasmine turned her head towards him, "can. All of you play there, before you pick up a handsome hero," he replied.

Arya rubbed the head of the wife who was covered in hijab. "Ready, but if you feel lazy and do not want to learn do not need to be forced, I accept you have something," he said.

Yasmine further widened the smile on her lips. "Win' me what's up?" ask her back.

"There's everything, rich widows who wouldn't try" Arya joked.

Not annoyed that woman even laughs more, "already, ah. Let's walk, wait here until the lesson is over" he said.

"Ready," Arya then runs back her car, leaving the school parking area.

Before arriving at the house of in-laws, the beautiful woman asked to stop by the cake shop to be brought there, as a hand he said. And the one chosen by Yasmine is a soft, cheese-topped cake. Her husband said her mother-in-law was a cheese lover, just like her and Taqa.

"You bought one?" arya asked her when she wanted to pay.

"Yes, you want to too?" ask Yasmine.

Arya smiled, "buy another one, make it at home," he said.

"Ready, Husband." Yasmine twists her heels and returns to pick up the exact same cake she bought for her in-laws. The cashier's sister who served even to smile embarrassedly, saw a husband and wife who no longer look young but still romantic.

Before long Yasmine returned, Arya swiftly paid for the two cakes. Of course the wife kept quiet, letting her husband pay for all the groceries.

We didn't get there, after the cake shop. Yasmine instead invites her husband to stop for a while to the hijab shop, she wants to buy a hijab for Sufi mother and mother. Of course, Arya according. Follows wherever the wife goes. From circling the hijabs, to the gamis and tunics.

There is one gamis attached to the mannequin and it looks beautiful. While Yasmine chooses a hijab for her two favorite women, Arya takes it and pays for a set of clothes. Calm pastel-colored gameplay, with lace accents on the hands and in the peut, as well as a long headscarf that will look sweet if Yasmine is wearing. So thought Arya.

"Have you got the hijab?" arya asked as she approached the wife.

"Here," Yasmine shows two headscarves in two different colors. "This, or this?" tanyanya's confused. Because two different models, but both he likes.

"Pick them both, same for you" replied Arya.

"Yes, I want both, yes, two yes, the same color" he told the store clerk who served him.

"Well, Brother, I take it to the cashier yes," said the official. Yasmine nodded, then she looked towards the husband. "Where are you from? I looked out of the shop" he asked.

"There's something missing" Arya replied lying.

"Come, pay," Arya took his wife's hand.

Yasmine only obeyed and shook her head, never expecting Arya to be as good and sweet as that. Wherever the place is.

Again the husband who paid, he could only agree which items he bought. Even brought to the car Arya who brought. He just casually held up his little bag.

"Where else are you going?" taya Arya when already in the car and ready to drive his vehicle.

"To my mother's house, it's been bought" Yasmine replied.

"Together, My dear. Oh yes, later in the afternoon we go to the grave of my late wife yes, the same Taqa as well. If you want to come by later also at my second parents' house," said Arya. The second parent he was referring to was the parent of his late wife.

"May, I want acquaintances as well," Yasmine said.

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As soon as the car arrived in front of the house of a simple Sufi mother, both of them then went down. Arya swiftly picked up the cake and hijab that would be given by the wife for her mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Yasmine told her mother-in-law, who was sitting on the terrace with a big smile, to welcome her arrival.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, sit here" said the Sufi mother. Yasmine approached and salimed, and kissed her in-laws' hands with reverence. Then after that the beautiful woman sat next to the middle-aged woman.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am," said Arya as she greeted her mother's hand. "It's a cake and a hijab from your daughter-in-law, ma'am." she said as she put two paper bags on the table.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" replied the Sufi mother. The woman turned towards the daughter-in-law. "If you want to come here don't bother, Yas. Just play the mother was very happy," he told the daughter-in-law.

Arya was already sitting in a single chair, watching the two beautiful women who looked at each other with their typical smiles.

"It wasn't Yas who bought it, Mom. But Mas Arya, I'm just a picky job," Yasmine said honestly.

"But the intention is from you" said the Sufi mother again.

"Come on, try the hijab. If you don't like it, you can exchange Yayas" said Yasmine.

Arya thrust out two headscarves that she had taken from her place. He gave it to his mother. The hand of the Sufi mother received with pleasure. "MaSyaa Allaah, what a beautiful headscarf," she said.

"So, do you like it?" ask Yasmine.

"Like it, hijab is so beautiful cooking does not like. I'll try it" said the Sufi mother.

"Alhamdulillah if you like, so later if you want morotin Mas Arya is not difficult, already know the taste of mother," joked Yasmine.

"Rubber, please, I will gladly obey whatever will be happy for you. Because I'm sure, if the wife is happy, the husband's sustenance will be more and more blessings," said Arya. "Amom not?" he asked for the mother's consent.

"That's what mom always taught her, Yas. If you are married, happy wife, do not make her tears drip because of your behavior. So that his heart may be glad, and you may have merit and blessing" the Sufi Mother confirmed.

"Thank you, Mom. You have educated your son well. May I be as good as you in educating my son. So that he can grow into a shal man," Yasmine said as she hugged the middle-aged woman from the side.

"Together, Son. Aamiin, I'm sure, you'll be a good mother to your sons" the Sufi mother rubbed the daughter-in-law's arms around her.

The happy moment then made Arya a fad, he took a cellphone and photographed two women who were hugging it. "For future memories" he murmured.

After chatting, Yasmine cut the cake for her mother-in-law. She also made drinks for her Sufi mother and her husband. The three then returned to chatting warmly on the terrace, before returning to pick up a handsome boy home from school.

Their chatter made Yasmine dissolve in happiness, and a little forget about how the friend in Jakarta there. Her mother also did not tell her. Perhaps, the mother does not want to disturb her and the husband who can be connected with the word, beloved husband from now on.

Because in fact, the goodness of Arya can forget all the feelings that once made her in the light, in the anxiety, and anxiety. Now, what the beautiful woman feels is a sense of happiness, feeling considered there as a real wife.