THE WAITING OF SHOLEHAH'S WIFE

Ill

Because always remembered the girl who was in his apartment made Gibran want to go home early today.

Gibran started driving his car at high speed, he could not wait to meet the stupid girl. It feels like Gibran has a new hobby now, pranking the girl makes him happy.

Arriving at the Apartment at exactly 16:00 AM local time, Gibran looked at the small body lying on the bed carefully.

It appears Adiba fell asleep very fast like a baby, making Gibran kasian wake up and revile him. Gibran then went to the bathroom to clean his body.

Long Gibran soaked in a bath up, chanting his body and mind for a moment.

- Have I gone crazy?

I have taken her purity. It was as if I had licked my own spit. Regret Gibran again remembered his words that did not want to touch Adiba, but now he took his purity.

"Arrghhh" Shouted Gibran frustratedly, making Adiba who was sleeping was awake.

"He's home yet? die me!!

Even sleep here." Adiba's reflexes were immediately up and sitting down to hear Gibran's screams.

"Aaa he must be angry and think of a suitable way to kill me!!! Aaa lord! please help your stupid servant, I still want to live and enjoy my duren soup" Adiba said raising his hands while praying

FLECKISH

The open bathroom door made Adiba flutter from fear.

Adiba swallows his saliva to see Gibran's perfect body wrapped only in a towel wrapped around his bottom while drying his hair with a small towel.

Gibran looked at Adiba's face like fear.

"Have you gone home, sir?" Ask Adiba who stood up.

"Dry my hair!" Throwing a small towel over Adiba's body quickly Adiba caught him.

Gibran sat on the sofa with both legs raised and closed his eyes.

Without much talking, Adiba immediately positioned himself behind the sofa and began to dry Gibran's hair and massage him a little.

30 minutes passed by Adiba stood in his position, Gibran's hair was dry from now on. But the one with the hair didn't tell Adiba to stop. Adiba's legs began to cramp, his hands and fingers were lazy to do the activity again.

Gibran remained in his seat and closed his eyes. Either sleep or just pretend to sleep.

my legs feel like they want to break, please sir! have mercy on me just a little. You're just closing your eyes on what sleep is. Adiba's mind is back in annoyance.

"You must be tired, do I want to prepare a meal now?" Adiba asked cautiously while slowly taking off his massage

Gibran quickly clasped Adiba's two hands that were twitching his head.

"Awhile more! keep the massage." Replied Gibran who still closed his eyes enjoyed every touch Adiba made him calm.

- Jesus he didn't sleep it turned out. You made me stand up on purpose all this time. Huft patient Adiba!!! Inner Adiba

2 minutes later Gibran immediately moved to the dressing room to make Adiba who focused on massaging surprised.

"Are you done?" Little Adiba murmured.

Seeing Gibran's departure without saying makes Adiba confused and happy.

"Why is he?" The monologue itself

Then Adiba went to the kitchen to make a meal for her husband, because it was late afternoon and Bi Lastripun was back.

As usual, Adiba makes Gibran's favorite chicken soup. Long struggled with kitchen items, finally the cuisine has become. although soup that was not eaten. I hope this soup she likes it, she thought.

Long struggled with kitchen utensils, finally Adiba has completed his activities. Then Adiba went back to the room to call Gibran.

Slowly Adiba stepped out of his legs because he saw Gibran lying on the bed.

- Even sleeping as handsome as this, especially if you join a fashion show, Haha. Inner Adiba

But there was no reply from Gibran, then Adiba took the initiative to clean his body first and will wake Gibran again if it is finished later.

- Seems like he is very tired, to the point that sleep is not wearing clothes. Adiba covers Gibran's bare-chested body with a blanket up to his neck.

***

After finishing the bath and prayer Adiba came back to Gibran who was still asleep.

- Looks like he needs a break, I'll wait for him. Adiba grabbed a book on the shelf and read it on the sofa not far from the bed.

An hour was over, the book that Adiba had read was over. But Gibran did not open his eyes, Adiba approached Gibran.

"Master get up, eat first." Adiba cried while shaking his body.

Gibran did not answer Adiba's call, so Adiba went out of the room. But his hand was firmly held by Gibran.

"It's hot on his hands." Adiba muttered and then placed the back of his hand on Gibran's forehead.

"Oh my God, you're sick sir." Adiba panicked and immediately went to take warm water to compress.

Gibran quickly clasped Adiba's hand.

"Don't go" Ask Gibran with his eyes still closed

"No sir, I'll just go kedapur and come back." Adiba said as he let go of Gibran's hand slowly.

Adiba went out to the kitchen and back again with a tray of warm water and a towel.

Adiba immediately compresses Gibran and thickens the blanket he uses, but Gibran remains cold.

"What should I do?" Anxious Adiba while looking at Giban's extremely pale face.

Carefully Adiba grabbed Gibran's hand, and rubbed it with his hand while blowing it. Expect Gibran's cold to diminish even a little.

Because of the movement given by Adiba, Gibran pulled Adiba's arm involuntarily. Until it fell right on his body and clutched him.

Gibran who got the warmth further tightened his hold and reversed their position, making Adiba split his eyes. Adiba moves to loosen Gibran's hold.

"Shut up!" Gibran put his face in Adiba's chest.

Gibran slept with Adiba and they fell asleep together until late in the morning skipping dinner.

The flasback

Gibran closed his eyes while enjoying Adiba's massage until he finally fell asleep. Gibran felt Adiba's movement of wanting to leave then stopped him by clasping his hand.

"In a moment!, keep the massage going." Gibran said, closing his eyes

Adiba massage was enough, and even made him sleepy Gibran immediately went to the dressing room wearing his special shorts when he was about to sleep.

Gibran immediately laid his tired body on his soft mattress and fell asleep.

Gibran felt an unusual chill in his body and Gibran realized Adiba had covered him up and put him back to sleep in peace.

Long asleep, Gibran again felt the warmth that came from the movement of his hands, Gibran smiled when Adiba was the perpetrator of the hand movement that made him warm.

"Shut up!" Gibran said because the perpetrator could not be silent.

Then even closer to make Gibran find a new warmth and comfortable until finally asleep.

Flasback.