Ustadz It's my Imam

Bicycled

Brian came to the gondola rental. He rented the gondola until the afternoon.

Brian and Ani sat down next to each other. Sometimes Brian moved to sit behind Ani. So that he could hug his beloved wife from behind while enjoying the scenery along Little Venice they passed.

A smile spread across Ani's face. He is very happy today. Brian pointed his affection and sincere love at her.

"You happy, baby?" brian asked from Ani's body.

"Hmmm. Very Mas. Ani was very happy and happy. Thank you Mas" Ani said with a sincere smile.

"Thank you for what baby?" brian was confused.

Yeah, Brian's confused. Thank you for what your wife meant. Because what he does all of his is to make his wife happy. So that Ani knew that she also loved and loved her wife. Not because of Quin.

"Thank you for the happiness you and your family have given me. Thank you for accepting me in your life and your family"

Brian smiled at it. He turned his wife's body to face her. Brian held onto Ani's two hands. Staring at Ani so deeply with her loving gaze.

"Mas should thank you dear. Thank you for accepting Mas who is a widower son of one. Thank you for loving Quin like your own son. Thank you for the affection that you have expressed for both of us dear" said Brian sincerely. Then he kissed Ani's hands in his hand.

"Let's fight together, baby. After we have the reception, let's reclaim your rights. You've been hiding from them for too long. Now is your time to point yourself in front of them. Fight them and take your rights in your family. In accordance with the contents of your Grandfather's legacy" continued Brian to convince Ani.

"The company of Ani until all her finished Mas. Ani has no one else but you are good people who have guarded and protected Ani" Ani said without feeling her tears dripping down her cheeks.

Ani was very moved, it turns out that many people are dear to her. Ani was increasingly convinced to reclaim her property.

In the afternoon, satisfied to enjoy the flow of Little Venice, Brian and Ani decided to eat first before returning to the villa they occupied.

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In Jakarta, Dion was at peace with the behavior of his superiors and his friends. How not, Dayyan who came to the office during the day. Passing meetings with clients. It must be replaced by Dion. And now he just asked to make fruit soup by his superiors. And he must make it.

Her frustration grew when Dayyan asked Dion to make her fruit soup in her room, not in the pantry. With a heart still broken. Dion peeled the fruits that Dayyan had brought earlier.

While Anggi held back her laughter seeing her husband who was again upset. Different from Dayyan. He just stared at Dion who was making fruit soup with his enthusiastic twinkle. He can't wait to enjoy Dion's handmade fruit soup.

After waiting a few minutes. The end of Dion-style fruit soup was so. Dayyan eagerly ate her. Even Dion who was not sure his artificial was delicious, could only gape at the behavior of his best friend.

"So how was the meeting?" dayyan asked in between her meals.

"Meeting went well. They accept cooperation with our company. And the day after tomorrow is the contract signature schedule." replied Dion.

Dayyan just nodded her head.

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The next day, Brian was surprised to see his wife was wearing neat clothes. Fungus pants with his tunic and hijab. Even Ani also wears her sports shoes.

"You are like Mas. The rich feel good here. What's more morning gini his air is still fresh. You want to come with Mas?" tanya Ani approached her handsome husband.

"Can deh. Wash your face first. Later Mas ask the same guard to prepare a bicycle for us"

After saying that Brian walked into the bathroom with his pillow face. Ani immediately prepared the clothes of the husband. After that, he made his bed.

After all this is done. Ani walked out of the room, her goal was the kitchen. He'll make breakfast first. Because Brian is not used to breakfast with a heavy menu, so Ani only prepared jam bread only. Added with bitter coffee.

"Breakfast first" Ani asked when she saw her husband who walked over to her.

Brian did not answer, he just nodded his head. Brian gave a brief kiss on the top of his wife's head. Then they enjoyed their breakfast.

"Let's make our difference. The air is still fresh" Ani asked after they finished breakfast.

"Let's go baby"

The two walked towards the main door of the villa. In front of the terrace of their villa there is already one bicycle. Ani furrowed her brows, then looked at the husband.

"Why is there only one bike?" asked Ani astonished.

"Yes, that's just one thing I asked for, baby. Let's have a little chat" Brian replied casually.

Brian was riding the bike. Then ask Ani to sit in the back bell. And pulled both of Ani's hands to hug her.

Without rebuttal, Ani complied with the husband's request. He with a smile that expands hugging the sturdy body of the husband.

"Are you ready?"

"It has. Come on Mas road" said Ani spirit.

Brian also drove his bike, surrounding the summit area near his villa.

Along the way Brian was silent. Occasionally smile when passing by residents who are picking tea leaves. While Ani behind her was engrossed in singing alone. Sometimes Brian sings too.

The newlyweds enjoyed the couple together on a bicycle. For Ani does not need to be expensive for something happy right. Enough to be with people who are loved and loved. Doing simple activities but make her happy.

Brian is too. He always gives money to his ex-wife who can only shop and shop. According to him it is a form of happiness. When he was with Ani. Never once did the woman ask her for money for a happy thing. However, Ani invites her to do small and simple things that make her and her partner happy.

The difference between the two women who had been his wife was very obvious. Nova is always a shopping hobby to make her happy. Kesalon, arisan with his friend's friend.

Ani, a very simple woman. Even during their travels that was in her memory Ani was her little daughter. He would buy it by his little daughter and her other family. He never even bought for himself.

Whatever and whatever the behavior of the two women who became his wife, he was always grateful. He never regretted and differentiated from one another.