TREASON OF LOVE

Chapter 60. I'm Jealous

Azzam and his family arrived at the Azzam residence. However, Azzura was silent as the car carrying them stopped at a magnificent mansion.

"Mas, whose house is this? Big one? Didn't we stop wrong in front of this house? We're going to your house, why even go to this luxurious house?" Azzura looked around and around him. He has not yet come down, nor has Azzam come down. Azzura thought that Azzam was just an ordinary person. The car he was wearing was still fairly normal, not showing fancy people. However, fitting to see this two-story stately house made Azzura confused.

Azzam smiled, he reached into Azzura's hand and grasped it. "We didn't stop wrong, this is our home. You, me, Azriel, and Mama will live here together."

"This is your house? Don't joke, Mom!" Azzura wasn't sure it belonged to Azzam. Azzam was a commoner and looked nothing like a rich man in general.

"No, I'm not kidding. This is my house, rather my father's house. Now we're down, yeah." Azzam let go of his grasp and he opened the door.

Mang Mamat rushed to Azzam and pushed a sophisticated wheelchair that could be moved by a button. Though Azzam can walk, but for the sake of testing Azzura's sincerity, he did all this.

Azzam down at the help of the Mamat mang as if it looks not okay. Azzura also went down, then approached by Fatimah who was in a different car.

"Well, Mah. The car parked here too? Wasn't that an online taxi?" Azzura was confused again.

Fatimah smiled, "no, that's my mom's car. Mama's just lying, sorry to lie to you."

"I'm confused, who exactly is Azzam? When he has a luxury house, there are four cars, there is also a motorbike, I wonder so," said Azzura noticed some cars in the garage and the car looks luxurious.

"Later Azzam explained, now we go in. You must be tired, let's go in." Fatimah invites Azzura in and she asks Azriel. "Let your mom be fat, we help Azzam."

Azzura nodded and he gave Azriel who was asleep on his lap. Azzura approached Azzam. "I help ya, Mas" he said as he pushed his wheelchair. And they all went into the house.

"Will you rest?" ask Azzura.

"Yes, let's break down first, tired. You take me to the room above, yeah."

Azzura drowned looking for the way he brought Azzam upstairs. "Where do you want to go, Mas? There are only stairs."

Azzam was silent, he forgot that he was currently using a wheelchair. "Stupid, I'm pretending, Azzura must be confused." He looked at his mother.

"The one above is indeed Azzam's room, but after azzam sick move first down. The room is there," said Fatimah pointed to the main room below.

"Oh, if that's what I'm going to take you there, yeah. Mah, isn't Azriel the same as you used to?"

"It's okay, honey. Must be a henchman. You take care of your husband first, he must be tired." of course Fatimah did not mind, she also understood the purpose of the gaze of her son who asked Azriel to be with him first.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I should also be responsible for Azriel." Azzura felt guilty about troubling her parents. He who is often independent and does his own thing, rarely asks for help in others. Moreover, Azriel had become the duty of him to take care of her.

"It's okay, we also have to take care of your husband as well. As long as we can help each other why not. Azriel's little grandson Mama too, Hadi you need not hesitate to ask for help with mama. Hear, let's just rest."

"Once again I'm sorry, Mah. Then I'll take Azzam first." And Azzura pushed his chair to help Azzam to a room not far from there after getting permission from Fatimah.

Arriving inside.

"Yes, it feels like my body is very tired." Azzam reached Azzura's hand and the woman slowly held Azzam's.

Azzam had sat with his feet on the mattress in a state of selonjoran.

"What do you want? Wanna eat? Wanna drink? Want me a pijitin?" azzura asked Azzam to offer various kinds of wishes.

"If I ask you for something, would you help me?" azzam stared fixedly at Azzura's eyes. He could not stop looking into Azzura's beautiful eyes.

"Sure dong, Mas. God willing I will obey all your wishes as long as it is good for me." Yes, it was Azzura's promise when he was officially Azzam's wife. Whatever Azzam ordered, God willing he would obey.

"If so open your veil!" pinta Azzam was still staring into Azzura's eyes.

Without saying much, Azzura took off her veil and kept it in her lap so that it now showed her a pretty face.

"Well, I can see and enjoy real beauty in plain sight."

"Ishhh what the heck, so dreadful to be a person." Azzura turned his face away, his cheeks were already flushed red like a boiled crab.

"The same dragon his own wife can. You said you wanted to help me."

"What do you want, anyway?"

Azzam did not answer but his face moved closer to Azzura.

"Why?" said Azzura felt astonished at Azzam's different gaze.

"No, just wanted to see you." Their faces were close to each other with eyes constantly staring at each other.

"Azzura Fatharani Az-Zahra, if I say you love you do not believe?"

Azzura frowned. "Quick that? But between believe and not. Some say love can be present anytime and anywhere with anyone, but love can also come too late. Maybe it was lightning fast, I wasn't sure you loved me." There was doubt in Azzura, and she could not believe her husband was in love.

"If I'm not sure why I touched you?"

"Hmmm it might just be your duty as a husband," Azzura guessed, not knowing the other reason behind it all.

"No, not only that, but because I've started loving you because of God. Therefore, let me touch you again with all the flavor I have. Let me continue to sail in the sea of love with you to heaven." Azzam continued to look at Azzura until the woman could not turn away from Azzam's shady eyes and looked very serious.

"Mas Azzam," exclaimed Azzura at a loss for what to say. She has not felt love, but she has given up everything for her husband and hopes this is the last. Then Bismillah Azzura nodded.

"Bismillah, I'm ready. I'm the lawful one you can touch at any time as long as I can serve you. Now you are my heaven and I will be devoted to you, Mas." said Azzura smiling sincerely without any hesitation.

Azzam also smiled happily, by saying a prayer, they sailed back to enjoy a beautiful day with a halal couple.