Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 6

After that activity, ZA under the leadership of Wiya increasingly known to the public. More and more offers of cooperation are coming. Especially when they know the leading accounting software maker and developer, it was led by a female director. This becomes even more interesting, not only offers of cooperation, offers to fill business seminars until public lectures arrive.

Risma was a little overwhelmed with her Leader's agenda. While Ilma Qawiya like there is no fatigue when faced with a series of schedules that sometimes take their weekend rations. Lucky she has a husband who is also involved in the business world, so quickly understand and understand the activities of the newly developing company.

Almost a year of marriage, there has been no sign of the expected presence of eye light. Going to work and concentrating on her work is the best way Wiya kills time so as not to pay too much heed to sensitive questions and statements about the presence of offspring in their household.

Not infrequently Wiya tired, often suddenly cold and severe headaches. However, no matter what the physical. Wiya never refused if her husband wanted her. Wiya is always willing, even occasionally not hesitant to offer services. Because she still wants to get pregnant and have offspring. Their efforts are only that limited, yes as often as possible to do fertilization.

"How dear?" asked Zayn while he was still inside his wife's body.

With her soft palms and breath still tight, Wiya touched her husband's cheek that was slightly overgrown with facial hair.

"Let it stay like this for a few minutes, yes, mas" he said slowly.

Since the desire to have children is increasingly passionate, Wiya is very diligent in reading a variety of tips, techniques and intrigues ranging from scientific journals, doctors' posts, even looking for references to knowledge of sex from online novels. Sometimes he only read chapters marked 21+ only. Because he is now a leader is no longer an assistant like he used to have a lot of time to hallucinate in the world of blue, orange or purple platforms.

Wiya was actually uncomfortable with such reading, but everything he did was to find a suitable method. Maybe the last one made a little bit of sense.

According to some articles that Wiya read, give a pause between release and the next movement is good enough, so that the fluid needed can arrive and fertilize the egg perfectly.

After holding her husband to stay in place, Wiya's eyes were closed in her tired ranking. Zayn pulled himself slowly, spread a thick cloth covering his body and also Wiya, not forgetting to give a kiss on the forehead of his beloved wife.

"You're pushing yourself too hard, honey!" revealing Wiya's messy hair, then comfortably wrapped her arms around the tiny body, following his wife to the contest.

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Wiya has a habit of waking up before dawn, he is self-conscious with a list of busyness, it is impossible to follow the wishes of his body. Late in a matter of minutes, I don't know how much his schedule will fall apart. It would also be very troublesome for Risma.

Before the dawn of the adhan roared, Wiya went downstairs to dry the clothes she washed last night. While waiting for the dryer to work, Wiya immediately swept the floor. Do not forget to take a mop and a little mop the kitchen floor of his house, because in addition to the main room, only the kitchen they often use.

While doing all the work, Wiya always never put his phone away a little. It's like he can't be away from that thing for a second. Sometimes Wiya monitors something there, I don't know what.  After that, she took a bath and performed morning prayers at home, when her husband left for the mosque.

After carrying out the duties of dawn, Wiya returned to the kitchen. They don't have a housekeeper yet, especially if it's not for Zayn who is a very perfectionist to determine workers. He plans to ask the IQ Media HRD Division which conducts PRT selection for his home.

But Wiya certainly did not approve of her husband's ridiculous idea. They are still waiting for ART service provider agents to contact them if there are already workers with the qualifications they request. Until now they both agreed to do housework together.

Wiya was making cold milk for her and a warm cup of tea for her husband. Zayn had just returned from the mosque, directly approaching Wiya in the kitchen. He removed the black peci from the head and placed it on the dining table, directly sitting down and sipping Wiya's tea.

"I want to make breakfast, but the cooking ingredients have run out. I forgot, last Saturday we did not go to the market." Wiya regretted.

"Ehehe. not just saturday yesterday baby.already 4 saturday we do not shop. Yes, it's an empty refrigerator" replied Zayn, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist, who was washing a few glasses. "What cooking is there baby, instant noodles are still there right?"

Wiya removed the circumference of her husband's arm and took two packs of instant noodles from the counter top that was just above her head.

"Chicken onion taste, will you?" read the taste variants listed on the packaging.

"Origin do not feel left behind by that,"

Wiya no longer answered, she knew her husband was giving a bit of satire. Not to mention having time to put a frying pan on his electric stove, a cell phone on the dining table, right in front of her husband, it rang very fast. As if to insinuate Wiya.

Wiya went awry, calling in the morning like this must be very important. If it's not Mom or mama, it's usually from Risma, her secretary. Wiya only dared to glance a little and continued her cooking plan.

Zayn also took a glance, not at the phone, but at his wife. It's not unusual for Wiya to miss a voice call if she hears it, except from an unknown number. Because his wife still accidentally did not respond to the ringing of the phone that was heard repeatedly, Zayn finally turned to the 6-inch object and answered the call from across it.

Someone who made the call seemed surprised because the one who gave the greeting was the husband of the leader.

"Sir Zayn, I'm sorry sir to contact Ms. Wiya this early" said Risma

Duh, Risma huh? Wiya asked in her heart.

"Say Risma, has your office changed your working hours until you call your boss this early in the morning?"

"That's, um, I'm sorry sir."

Zayn actually understood, Risma could not contact Wiya if there was no urgent business. Zayn just wanted to see a little bit of Risma's reaction. The girl is almost similar to Wiya when she was working as an assistant in her company, very rarely expressing herself in front of people who are strangers to her.

"Ba..good sir, no problem. I'll wait for Ms. Wiya in the office just nant.i"

"If there's no problem, why did you call her so early? just tell me, are you afraid I'm leaking your company secrets?"

While putting water into the pot, Wiya tried to hear the sound of Risma slightly echoing from the source. But her husband instead stood away as Risma delivered the news she brought this early.

Wiya's feelings grew even more uneasy when Zayn came back to him and handed him the phone. He was afraid that Zayn was uncomfortable and disturbed because the longer, the more work affairs began to take the allotment of Wiya's time that should linger at home.

"Nih," handed the phone to Wiya. "Risma reminds you schedule public lecture, seven o'clock later, here let me continue, you hunted change clothes later late if you have to cook first."

How could Wiya forget that important schedule? He did not forget that today would be a source at one of the universities, but what he forgot was, of course, he had to leave early today. If she had told him last night and asked his husband for permission first, it would not have been this awkward leaving Zayn to make his own breakfast.

"Slow down a little won't matter Mas," he stammered, because it doesn't fit what he's in.

Zayn raised his eyebrows, knowing that Wiya never tolerated delay even for herself.

"Do you think I'll be angry?" wrapped an arm around his wife's body, looking for something to release immediately. "I did mind a little, but.." now his hand felt Wiya's back neck that had bristled, they were not far away. Wiya was so scared that if her husband really gave her conditional free status this morning, she couldn't possibly refuse.

"But what is mas?" answer slowly, making sure.

"But the apron was gone, baby, here's my cooking change" he said, laughing as the apron binder on his waist and around Wiya's neck was released. Zayn rubbed the tip of Wiya's nose that had been flushed like a saga. Before it was hers, it always looked adorable.

Wiya pinched the small chest of her husband's field, only a small pinch. Not because it is friendly, but because the chest of the field is very hard flesh.

"I ride first yes, Mas" she said as she passed leaving her husband.

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Two servings of onion chicken noodles on the table, Zayn still plays his phone while waiting for his wife to come down so they can have breakfast together.

The water in the instant noodle bowl began to decrease, the smoke that had been steaming was gone, Wiya did not also finish dressing. Zayn glanced towards the wall clock. How much longer will he wait for his beloved wife just to have breakfast together. But in fact he is still patient, his portion has not been anything.

Finally Wiya came down in a hurry, already with work clothes, matching hijab, simple makeup and the latest handbag she asked her husband to buy yesterday.

"My wife is always beautiful in any outfit" Zayn praised. "This is your noodles baby, let's have breakfast first." Zayn pulled a chair next to him that Wiya used to occupy.

Wiya glanced at her watch, it was almost too late. Especially if you have to have breakfast first.

"Em, Mas.." he said hesitantly, "I...I will have breakfast in the cafeteria?"

"A little darling, try my cooking," Zayn still stood with his apron attached to his body.

"But Mas...."

"Yes, it's okay," it seems Zayn still has to budge. "But then we'll have lunch together again in my office, so right?"

"God willing, I will work." If you are in a hurry, Wiya often overrides the feeling. "I'm going yes, Assalamualaikum." Grab Zayn's palm and kiss him.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Zayn slowly watching his wife go to let her enjoy two bowls of cold noodles whose texture had changed. Zayn stuffed the tip of the noodle spoon into his mouth.

"Oh so gini yes, instant noodles with a variant of 'flavor left behind'?"

Zayn left the dining table without continuing his breakfast. He preferred to continue his sleep before Mr. Taufik came to pick him up to go to work.

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