The Uterus for My Husband

cassava

Najwa taught as usual, the students liked Najwa very much and taught him to make his students as friends. Chat casually even often many who vent about their individual personalities, until Najwa know the nature of one-on-one students. There was one student whom Najwa greatly admired his name Zahra, he was very serious about his education even though he was not santri pesantren owned by baba. His memorization was quite a lot he was quiet and got a scholarship to be in the madrasah. Zahra was quiet on appeal with her other friends.

" Your own Zahra here doesn't join other friends.

" no ma'am, Najwa is learning later there is a repetition of Zaki's ustadz." replied Zahra smiling.

" oh yes already mom to the office first yes".before moving Najwa look towards Zahra's feet, his shoes have long been dull already colorless again even there is a little tear. Najwa smiled at him and then he left.

As usual, Najwa taught until 12pm. The bell rang a sign of Najwa's return and hurriedly he came out and called Zahra who had just come out of the classroom.

" Zahra.." call Najwa.

" yes, Mom". Zahra stopped in her steps.

" you can come with me for a minute to Kiyai's house".

" i'm sorry what's wrong Mom". Zahra's confused.

" let's come along for a while" Zahra dared not refuse to finally follow Najwa to the baba's house.

" Wait a minute, mom, come in first". said Najwa he passed into Najwa waiting on the front porch.A cool place there are many flowers and trees planted shady once. about 10 minutes Najwa came out carrying some goods there are shoes, bags, and also a game that is not in use by Najwa anymore and is still good.

" This Zahra has a mother who is no longer used, you wear yes do not refuse dear if not in use mother also. later Zahra wear yes."

" but Ms. Zahra has no money to replace her" Najwa smiled.

' the innocence of this Zahra' is 'inner Najwa.

" you just use it instead you have to study hard" said Najwa.

" it's too much for zahra" said Zahra, looking through two pairs of shoes, one bag and some gamis.

" it's okay it's not in use, let it be a charity mother.sorry only used." said Najwa.

" MashaAlloh Bu but this is still very good, Zahra thanks a lot to mom. Zahra can change Zahra's bags and shoes".

Najwa smiled he was happy to see zahra smiling happily. Zahra tried his shoes turned out to fit also his gamis-gamis eyes sparkle once.

" Zahra said yes Ma'am, it's noon Abah Zahra is looking, again Zahra thanks. assalamu'alaikum".

" wa'alaikumsalam". replied Najwa who was still staring at Zahra coming home with great pleasure.

" who's son"

" tanya umma just came out from inside"

" student of Najwa ma, take Najwa's shoes that are not used by Najwa".

" yes it should be so that the goods you have not used better love to others who are more in need.

" umma's healthy"

" Alhamdulillah healthy son, how do you there kerasan right "

" yeah umma, umi and Abi are very good".

" yes umma know they are very good people, thank goodness you got a good husband and in-law".

" when is the plan to move to a new house, son". ask umma while preparing lunch.

" mas hasn't told Abi and Umi, maybe in delay it feels like Najwa see mas Faras can't bear to leave both"

" Faras is a good boy he must have calculations about his parents, especially now you're just newlyweds".

" yes ma Najwa nurut only want to live wherever Najwa is okay".

" yes it is so that a wife must obey her husband as long as she does not violate the Sharia". Najwa smiles happily with umma's advice.

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Faras is always busy with his work in the office, in a few days stay a lot of delayed although some have been completed by his assistant. At one o'clock he called his wife.

" assalamu'alaikum mas". hail Najwa across the phone.

" wa'alaikumsalam dear, have eaten".

" this is a new mas to eat, call first mas kangen" Najwa chuckled.

" yes already hunted mas eat, must have been laper right"

" yes then you eat too, wait at the baba's house "

" yes mas, assalamu'alaikum"

" wa'alaikumsalam darling". Najwa smiled slightly even though they were close after kabul still looks so romantic.

After lunch Najwa rest in his room it feels so tired, since being a newlywed his sleep is very less at night there is always a continuing ritual.

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" nak Faras has come home to when umma just found out".

" just umma". while Salim. was saying greetings Faras no one said so Faras just went in, still a little noon at 14.30 Faras had gone home.

" Najwa is where umma is".

" it's in his room probably still sleeping.

" Faras to the room first yes ma" umma nodded inviting Faras into Najwa's room. The door of the room was not locked by Najwa to make Faras easily enter.

It was Najwa who fell asleep. Najwa draped Najwa's hair on his trunk and kissed Faras' forehead, then laid his body beside Najwa. Najwa awoke when she felt her hands curled around her waist, and Najwa rubbed her husband's face, covered with fine hairs.

' handsome' in Najwa he smiled, in his eyes constantly nonstop.

" this is your husband, this is handsome, dear". Najwa glared at him blushing in shame.

" you wake up"

" your love makes me unable to stand it dear, accompany the sleeping mas still sleepy every night my energy is drained away" Najwa laughed, at the pull of Najwa in the arms of Faras.

Najwa prepared to go home to Faras' parents, he had a bath first there was still a change in the house. Najwa had also prepared a change of clothes for her husband.

" assalamu'alaikum"

" wa'alaikumsalam". Najwa who was ready to come out he saw the zahra in front.

" i'm sorry, Mom, I told you to take me to Pak kiyai's house, mom also sent a message thank you for everything to Bu Najwa " Najwa gives cooked fried cassava and also cassava which is still raw.

" MashaAlloh Najwa need not bother too, a lot". said Najwa took cassava given by Zahra. baba really like with kolak cassava, Zahra brought the raw as well.

" there are mature also Zahra, O Allah say thank you mother y to your umi, later this mother conveyed to mr. kiyai. baba is not at home umma is behind".

" well Miss Zahra excuse me, assalamu'alaikum"

" wa'alaikumsalam"

" what a darling"

" there are students who deliver cassava, baba's favorite in making compote"

" what is this"..

" this is a ripe fried cassava"

" maybe ask". Najwa nodded and gave away his favorite food, so Faras immediately ate it, making Najwa laugh

' CEO of his demen cassava graduate Istanbul ' Najwa chuckles.

" why baby"

" it's okay to spend it"

" oh sure.."

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