Waiting for the Love of the Husband

THE MCSS 12

Isha decided to stay the night and did not forget to send a message to her parents. He was cool talking to Aish who was good at adjusting.

They cook dinner. This time not pestered Zia because the child was cool to tell the father in front of tipi. Every now and then Ashraf glanced at Aish who seemed to enjoy his activities.

Until I saw the Adhan heard, then they left their respective activities. Aish and Isha fulfilled their obligations in the house, while Zia joined Ashraf to the mosque which was not too far away.

"I'm not curious about you guys" said Isha when she folded her prayer mats and mukena.

"What wonder?" ask Aish who did the same.

"You guys never did that?"

"That's what, Isha, if you give me the obvious question."

"That's when I don't understand what I mean. In bed."

"Secret," Aish replied, "the bed's not to be told to anyone else."

"Yes, but I'm curious. You guys are kayaking. I think there's that distance. Not really my guess?"

"Look where we are, we have distance. Ordinary feeling."

"There's. I'm sure you guys have some distance. Brother Asyraf came home, brother Aish welcomed him normally. I rarely talk that."

"Sir Asyraf is tired again, he just came home from work. The duty of a wife one of them understands right?" Aish defended her husband.

"But he said that tired medicine when he saw his wife and children at home. Same father when you come home from work often kiss the mother who mebyabut really."

"There was you, afraid you might want to. Singles you know," ledek Aish while laughing softly.

Isha frowned when she did not get a satisfactory answer. Something is wrong with the sister's wedding. So he decided to stay the night. Do not let his brother dzolim on his wife. Not the intention of intervening, only if it turns out there is an indication of kedzoliman he needs to harm it.

Greetings were heard from Zia and Asraf. To avoid the suspicion of her sister-in-law, Aish greeted her husband with a smile. He kissed the back of your hand with reverence and then he hugged. "Isha is suspicious" whispered Aish.

Understand with what the wife did because there was Isha he also returned the embrace of his wife. He gave a long warm kiss in the dry wife.

Isha nodded, still convinced by her conjecture.

Ais removed her hand from Asyraf's body when her sister-in-law had already entered the dining room. "Sorry," said Aish without staring and passed following his son and sister-in-law. It was not a matter of catching up with sister-in-law and child, but Aish was afraid that her beatings would explode suddenly. He should go back to the initial principle. Asyraf fell in love with her.

After all he did not snatch it from Syfa, the all-rounder Asyraf came to him after six months of accidents.

Asyraf rubbed his chest, which suddenly rumbled. He admitted that his wife's embrace had returned an unusual pounding. He also followed behind. His face was sideways on the couch. He would usually be moved by his wife.

Asyraf prayed, and began to enjoy the evening meal. Sometimes his eyes glanced at the wife who served him. Take some rice and side dishes for him.

"Thank you" said Asyraf, looking at his wife.

"Sama-sama," replied Isha while sneering. "Don't pretend it is, brother."

"Isha ...."

His sister immediately shut up and went back to finishing the food on the plate. He glanced at Zia, an idea instantly popping into his mind. All right, he's going to extract information from this little boy. A child is not good at lying. Hope so.

After the meal, Aish washed the dishes and assisted her husband.

"Isha asked all sorts of questions?" whispered.

"Yes." Yeah."

Isha immediately invited Zia to sit in front of the tv which is quite far from the dining room. He was sure his voice couldn't get to them. He has to get information from little Zia.

"Zia, you want some chocolate?"

"You!" exclaim Zia glee.

"Shuuut don't be so loud. Aunty will love her chocolate but Zia has to answer the question. Can't lie, remember lie is do-."

"He knows sins. Where's the chocolate." Zia held both hands together.

"There's in aunt's room. Now answer yes! Daddy's sleeping in the same room what split?"

"Don't know."

"Do you not know?"

"And I often bobo first than the same father mother."

Isha took a breath, it was hard to also gather information from the little ones. Ok, let's try again.

"Dad mom fights a lot?"

"Enmmm ...." Zia seemed to be thinking about the events of her father's illness. It was in the category of marahan tau notak but at that time the mother did not respond.

"Mrs ...." Isha can't wait to get answers. At least one key can be the other key to unlocking the veil.

"Auntie Isha, I'm thinking first."

"Ck, long."

"That aunt is not very impatient." Zia frowned annoyedly, "not like it."

Long thought the answer was no. Isha patting jidat. Well this doesn't work. He should pay attention to the movements of his brother and sister-in-law. If they act there must be a gap to understand it.

The couple joined the family room. Asyraf sat beside Aish, his hand he used to hold his wife to lean against the chest of his field. His acting must be total so that the younger brother does not find a gap.

Aish was grimacing when her body was pulled by her husband. Hurriedly he was relaxed before Isha realized it. She returned her husband's arms by wrapping her hands around his waist.

Circumstances like this turned out to make the husband and wife tormented by the sudden turmoil present. I don't know what kind of turmoil that is.

"Tante Isha asks what is Zia?" search Asyraf.

"Tante Isha asked father-"

Hap, Isha immediately smothered her nephew's mouth. He forgot to warn his nephew. "We take the chocolate now yuk," said Isha lifting her nephew's body which began to weigh. "I give you one, sister, all brush your teeth to sleep together. I miss it."

Both Asyraf and Aish were able to breathe a sigh of relief when Isha's body disappeared into the bedroom door. They felt relieved but their condition did not change for a few minutes. Aish is still in the arms of her husband.

Asyraf cleared his throat, then the hand link on the waist off. Keep away. The red hue of course immediately appears on the cheek, making the body temperature and the surface of the face feel hot.

"I went to the room" said Aish, looking down. Unable to show the hue on his face.

"OK," replied Asyraf as usual when the pounding was more and more dripping then his body motion felt stiff. With the tongue.

Always forgetting Isha's presence in his house, Asyraf went upstairs. When the door was about to close, a pair of hands held it.

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