Titip My Wife

pudding

Hamdan finished his job before he came back to the office, he was very tired. Kiran seemed to be preparing to go home as well as Zidan.

" It looks very tired boss, if tired why did you go to the office "ask Zidan walked over to hamdan.

" Want back the taste of males, especially about umma who always talked about it only. males I'm Zidan" Zidan frowned trying to guess his own mind.

" There may be something important that umma wants to tell you, there is nothing wrong with you hearing first or obeying what umma orders right" Zidan advised his young boss.

" If only I could do it now maybe I wouldn't wait, what umma wants is about my life. I'm not like Hanafi's brother who always agrees with umma's wishes."

" what you want from yourself, must be a serious thing yes. indeed the parents always want the best for their children" said Zidan back along the way.

" Umma wants me to marry a woman of umma's choice." Zidan held back the feeling he wanted to laugh let alone see the listless look of his young boss.

" It's good why you don't want to"

" you are zidan, marriage is sacred in my opinion.and I want to live it with the right woman I love, because marriage is for a lifetime not for a moment. I want a home that is full of love and affection. "

" yes it is true what you say, getting married is not just feeding people children, there are things that need to be built in the household.sakinah mawadah warahmah is the goal, the goal is, it may be difficult if in his path not with love" Zidan thought who would be his wife later, even until now he did not have a woman close to him. Only Zakia who always follow anywhere, it is natural that many people think it is his wife.

" that's how Zidan umma is so urgent to me all the time, since Aisha's sister has not been in the house she wants another friend."

" what is not the woman you are estimating is "Hamdan glanced at Zidan before continuing his steps he momentarily stopped at being followed by zidan.

" there's someone"

" well that's it, lammar not to be first people"

" his problem isn't that zidan, it doesn't seem like I have any"

" how come...."

" he already belongs to someone else"

" what do you mean you like people's wives ".

" i don't want to talk about this, let's take me home". Zidan headed for the parking lot to hurry home, hamdan with him.

drrrtt...

" assalamu'alaikum sis" came a voice from the other end of the phone.

" wa'alaikumsalam why kia"

" why are you where you haven't come home yet"

" not yet brother, brother zidan has not been able to pick up KIA"

" yes baby wait there by chance brother wants to go home this"

"okay kia wait, assalamu'alaikum"

" wa'alaikumsalam" Zidan hangs up his phone and looks at Hamdan who is holding his temple hearing Zidan call KIA dear, Hamdan acute jealousy hidden.

" don't pity me if you wait a long time, pick me up for nothing" in your heart wanted to see the woman but she was jealous to see Zidan and kia. Finally Zidan turned towards the campus kia. On the way there was no chatter kia silent, Zidan also silent he signaled kia to be silent because at that time Hamdan was asleep in the car because he was tired. arriving in front of the house kia saw umma was watering the favorite flower plants umma, umma also turned his head when he saw the car stopped in front of the house. inevitably zidan slowly build up Hamdan who actually he could not look very tired.kia down briefly look umma and approach and then kiss the wrinkled umma's hand.

" Assalamu'alaikum umma"

" dear wa'alaikumsalam, MasyaAlloh the same Zidan"

" that's what the hamdan boss is".

" stop by yuk yuk earlier umma making Hamdan's favorite pudding" without hearing the answer yes, umma pulled Zakia's hand to go inside. Zidan who saw him followed into the umma house, umma, hamdan staggered his way into the house he saw umma and kia who were enjoying his pudding they laughed crisply like a child and a familiar mother. There was aisha in the house umma often chatted together like that, since Aisha went umma looks very lonely. Hamdan smiled at their closeness.

" Hamdan, Zidan here cepet we eat the pudding used to be very fresh taste.y right kia" answered a nod by kia with a sweet smile behind the veil. Zidan and hamdan approached umma and joined him in eating the pudding.

" Hamdan if his future wife is like kia this how"

" uhuk... " Hamdan coughed, Zakia spontaneously took a drink for Hamdan.

" slowly Hamdan don't rush, eating pudding can sprain" Zidan patted Hamdan on the back.

" you guys just continue to finish the pudding yes, sorry I'm tired of wanting to rest" Zidan nodded, Hamdan immediately passed up.

" let's spend this one and you can go home, Hamand that's so if umma talk about the woman she avoids constantly." The three of them were very greedy to finish off that delicious pudding.

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" it's a pity to wake up to pray first to the Maghrib later" Azzam caressed his wife's face that was still asleep looking very tired.

" at what time of day, Aisha was still drowsy" Aisha tried to open her heavy eyes.

" it's five and a half hours, you can wake up first" Aisha immediately opened her eyes, Aisha used to pray early in the time.she always felt guilty if she prayed until she stepped down.

" astaghfirullah mas why not wake up Ais from earlier mas" Aisha immediately got off the bed tying her hair to move to the bathroom.

" was already wake up pas adzan but dear is still good in the dream, mas do not have the heart to see you tired so mas justin stay mas salat first.

" o Allah mas next time don't do that, flush Aisha with water if you don't get up" Aisha rushed into the bathroom to take the water.

Azzam was confused to see his wife who had been very gentle since pregnancy was a little strange behavior, suddenly often angry to make Azzam overwhelmed. if you ask for something to be followed. But Azzam understood this was the very thing they were waiting for the presence of the baby, proof of their love for both of them. Hope everything goes smoothly without any obstacles. Azzam promised himself to be more alert to his beloved wife.

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