TRAVELLER LOVE

Grannies

“ zahra, my dear wife” I heard someone call me weeping. Yes he is my husband. I have completely surrendered myself to him.

“Iya. Why?” Answer me

“ here babe. Something I want to tell”

“What mas? Better to wake up first wash your face, shower, shower, let me immediately after that just tell me what I want to know” mas I said while pulling a blanket that is still wrapped around my husband's body.

“ aaaaaaaaaahhhh, mas haven't dressed yet???” I cried out later after realizing my husband was still bare-chested.

“ hmmm, don't scream. I just don't wear a shirt koq already hysterical” Angkasa scratched the scratch of his nape that does not itch at my silly behavior.

I immediately made my bed. Replacing sheets. I saw the red stain again, again reminding me of the long night we had.

“Thank God. Has brought me with an unexpected soul mate but his infinite goodness to me.” I murmured in my heart.

Kreeeeekk. The bathroom door is open. I immediately got the clothes I had prepared for my husband.

“ dress first mas. Only then do we eat. Breakfast at lunch” said while smiling.

He was busy again with his work. I also returned to food. After that we ate with it.

“ today mas not to office?” I asked while cleaning up our used plates.

“ no. Today I have a need for a moment. You don't want to come?” Ask then

“ no mas, I still have a hard way. I'm at home just want to rest”

“Good. If there is any phone I yah”

Cuuupp. He kissed my forehead. There is happiness in itself when Space kisses my forehead.

“Oh iyya, I almost forgot. Here, use it for shopping my advice use the online application only shopping, baby. So that you do not bother to go out of the house again” said space while giving me a lump of fiber money.

“ this is mostly Mas, “ my words later after seeing the money.

“ is not how dear is not comparable to my love for you” he then reached out his hand to me and I also grabbed a kiss.

“I leave first shang. Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikumussalam. Be careful Mas” I keep looking at the back of my husband who passed away leaving me. Where the hell is he going? Tumben he's not wearing an office stellan?

Deeeeeerrrrrr.

The sound of the call coming back made me aware.

(Hello, assalamualaikum wahdah)

(waalaikumussalam zahra, how are you?)

(Well raa, you have no time?)

(Hmmmm, I'm not feeling well today. What's up?)

(The plan is to ask me to go to the bookstore. But if you don't have time, that's okay)

Suddenly a crazy idea emerged.

(i'm sorry, yeah. But you take it easy, I'll have someone accompany you to the bookstore)

(But ready to go)

(Just take it easy, you stay ready to wait for an invitation in your house. Okay!)

I ended my call to Wahdah unilaterally. My eyes then turned to another contact in my hape.

MY HUSBAND'S...

(Assalamualaikum mas)

(Waalaikumussalam darling. What's up?)

(can I ask you a favor?)

(please ask what's help, dear)

( hmm. Couldn't assistant mas what's his name, oh reyhan. Pick up and take my friend wahda to the bookstore?)

(don't you intend to match them dear ones)

(just calm down. Wahda's a nice and smart girl I think they're a great fit. Please, mas.).

(well my wife, baby. I'll have Reyhan pick her up later)

(thank you, mas. Is it still long?)

( why? I miss yah. Soon I will be home)

(well mas. I closed first yeah)

( eeh. Waitdear. Ask your aunt to prepare a nice meal for grandma yah)

(god willing, did you pick up Grandma? Thanks to you mas)

(yes, equally dear. If that was before. Assalamualaikum)

(waalaikumussalam) There was a sweet and joyful taste in my chest. I miss seeing Grandma. For six months we have never met. Even so the monthly money is always sent by my husband's Space. I can't wait to meet him.