Waiting for the Love of the Husband

THE MCSS 8

"Is this the only breakfast?" asked Hamish who had just sat in the dining room.

"Sorry, the head of the household here has not given a living," Aish replied casually. Actually, he doesn't have any money. If the husband knew that he was so independent and he said what he had.

Actually he did not survive because of the money that Asyraf had. But because she did not want to cast shame on Abah and her husband's family.

Asyraf tehunyak, that's how he is. He had forgotten that even this was the tenth day they were living together. What he ate and became energized in his days means the results of snang wife.

"Why not ask?"

"I don't want to beg, and I'm waiting for my husband's consciousness. I'm sure he understands his duty."

Aish uses breakfast time to talk to her husband. Aish and Asyraf are like two strangers living in one house. They are halal.

Aish's words were like a fine rebuke that Ashraf had made. The blind loss of love he adds to the coffers of sin by ignoring the living.

"Get this." Asyraf offered one of his ATM cards. There was a bit of regret pinching his feelings but an apology was only spoken in his heart.

Aish took a breath and accepted what her husband had given her. "Hilal's son Aqiqah will be tomorrow. If you're busy I'll take Zia there." Beware of ice in speech.

Not only to touch the heart of her husband Aish hrs using naughtiness but not also with tears. Aish occasionally showed her soft side. Whether Ashraf realized it or not.

"We will leave later in the afternoon" said Asyraf. There was no way he would let his wife go to his parents' house alone. He didn't want his parents to think about him. Though his behavior is all sorts.

"Didn't it interfere with your work?" aish asked while feeding a hut of rice to his mouth.

"I have a lot of assistants to handle my work."

"I forgot who my husband was."

Again Aish's words felt offensive to Asyraf. Where he had many assistants to help relieve but he did not help ease the work of the wife at home.

***

At three o'clock, Ashraf had already picked up his son and wife. As he said earlier, the work he switched to his assistant.

Aish who was sitting in the front cabin continued to catch Zia's chatter. A lot was told about the boy but Aish didn't seem to get tired of responding and listening.

Maybe that's one way Aish got bored because he was ignored by his husband.

Every now and then Ashraf's lips curled a smile. Either because of the babble the child knows because of the woman sitting next to him.

Aish's cell phone rang, the mother called. "Yes, Mom?" aish asked after first answering his greetings.

"Where are you? Same mom I've been in Aish's last third?" a voice sounded from across there.

"We're still on the road, ma'am. If I'm allowed, I'd like to buy a hand for Hilal's son."

Asyraf who was driving knitted his eyebrows. The wife was being allowed to him in an indirect way. Unique indeed.he uses others to be able to talk to the husband.

"Yes I'm sorry that mom and dad have to wait." Connection interrupted. Asyraf was still waiting for Aish to ask him for permission.

Through the tail of his eyes Ashraf saw Aish who was hesitant and like he was about to speak. But Asyraf stopped his car before Asih spoke.

"Down!" as usual, the tone of Asyraf's speech always sounded faint.

Aish was confused but it turned out that Asyraf did stop in front of the store for the needs of mothers and babies. They enter together, Aish who chooses but still asks for the opinion of the husband.

After getting what they were looking for, they continued on their way to Abah-Aish's old man's cottage.

Haji Mustaq's car came in first. Haji Mustaq went down first and made a door for him.

The brand is named by besan sera his two sons.

Behind the car Ashraf. Unlike the old ones, Asyraf and Aish actually went down respectively.

"Young man of the same age" joked Hilal-sister Aish. Welcomed another laugh.

Asyraf and Aish greet Mother, Father, Abah and Aish's two older brothers. So even Zia who has been educated to respect the older from an early age.

They entered together and Ashraf was at the very back. But it was ads again that made Asyraf's heart burn edge by what persuasion. It was bought by the man who met Asih last time and was there too?"

The system looks happy in the middle of his family. Aish is the youngest child and the only girl.

As the event progressed, Ashraf continued to observe Aish. She was treated so sweetly by her family but was required so bitterly by her husband.

At nine o'clock in the evening guests have begun to dwindle. Even with Aish's in-laws who refuse to stay with the reason to pity Isha in rumh alone. There are nuclear families and a few young people. They are helping to clean up the remnants of the event. Unfortunately, Juan was still there. Not even reluctant to say hello to Aish but did not say hello to Asyraf.

Just ask the news but successfully make the temperature on Asyraf's body rise. Eh what is this why the heart suddenly feels strange like this. They have a story he never knew. But from Juan, as a man Asyraf can save if the man men menahrapkan women who are now his wife.

Seeing the husband who looks uncomfortable, Aish offers the husband to rest in his room. "Mas ... tired huh? Want to rest in my room? Zia also seems to be sleepy."

"May," said Asyraf as he stood, his hand directly embracing Aish's shoulder. He was sure the man named Just would have seen it. "Well, Mas. I'm allowed to rest early."

"Oh please-please, the newlyweds must be tired," kekeh Abah expects laughter for those around him.

Not forgetting they invited Aish who had been seen several times yawning. Arriving at Zia's room immediately removed her veil and immediately jumped into the bed. His lips were seen reciting prayers but soon a subtle snoring began to be heard.

Asyraf watched the room that would be his resting place. Not as big as the room he was in. He turned to look at Aish who was leaving a blanket on Zia's body.

The woman turned around and asked, "have you eaten?"

"Just a little." Aish is no longer strange with her husband.

"Sorry, the room is not as big as the house there. Mas can sleep with Zia in the bed and I can't sleep on the couch."