Wedding Sunscreen

Part 66 ~ Wedding Sunscreen

Haura, the two-bodied woman began to open her eyes when she felt she had slept for a long time. Haura was very surprised when she saw the clock that already showed the number 8 in the morning, only this time she woke up very early.

The woman hurriedly got off the bed, picked up her hijab lying on the sofa. Walk slowly out of the room to look for Aaron who has gone nowhere.

He should not sleep after dawn prayers. There was a sense of guilt for not being able to prepare breakfast for her husband.

"Haura?" greet Aaron when Haura lands her feet in the kitchen.

"Ma-mas Aaron cook? Should wake me up, not even like this. Last night the body temperature rose again" Haura said with guilt.

Aaron gave a smile, walked over to Haura and then kissed the woman's forehead for a while. Fixing the hijab that was slightly tilted, probably because Haura put it up a little hastily.

"Sit down, the breakfast is almost ready. There's nothing wrong with a husband preparing breakfast for his wife, isn't that obligatory?" Guided Haura to sit on the pantry table chair.

"Mas Aaron knows?" He slowly opened his eyes, staring at the shady face of Aaron whose hair was half wet.

"Hm, the nature of women only serves the husband, giving birth and breastfeeding. Household is a husband's duty." Snuck Haura's head affectionately.

Wanting to change and willing to be a good husband for Haura, Aaron was willing to waste his time buying some books about the household and the obligations of a husband to his wife.

Haura's cheeks flushed again, avoiding Aaron's loving gaze which made her misbehave.

"Ma-mas Aaron moved me earlier?"

"Who else?" Aaron raised his eyebrows. The man did move Haura to the bed because his wife was asleep on the prayer mat after the dawn prayer.

Letting Haura sleep until noon because she could not wake her up.

"Aaron should wake me up, not ...."

"Be quiet." This time Aaron kissed Haura's cheeks reddened like a boiled crab.

Aaron left Haura sitting at the pantry table, pacing in front of his wife to prepare breakfast. Aaron made Haura the queen of his house.

"The hope is ready Mother!" harun exclaimed with a warm smile. Sitting in front of Haura after preparing two plates of meat-filled toast with melted mayonnaise.

"Thank You."

"No thanks to my husband and wife."

"May I ask you something?" ask Aaron.

Haura nodded her head. "Why Mas?"

"Why hair?"

"Ra-hair?" Haura was instantly nervous, even engang stared at her husband's bead again.

Aaron nodded, grabbing Haura's trembling-looking hand. "That night you said we were going to start a household with honesty. Now, tell me what made you break your beautiful hair, Haura? You're not the kind of woman who spoils the beauty of God's creation."

"I'm tired of long hair."

"Self harm?"

"Sorry," said Haura.

Aaron smiled even though his heart was in pain. "It's okay, but not anymore? If there is a problem or anxiety in the heart, come to the mas and tell me everything. Hurt yourself is not the right solution."

"I don't knowingly do it every time I feel anxious and depressed."

"Of course, I just asked, not to get angry. Tomorrow, mas will help you to tidy it up." Aaron stroked Haura's cheek.

Trying to calm down so that Haura felt comfortable always being beside her. "You want to go to the hospital?"

"I'm going to the contract first."

"Just rent it out tonight. Keep your husband working, okay?" Aaron blinked his eyes to melt the atmosphere.

While Haura was still flinching. He should not vent his anxiety by damaging something that is on him.

"Until when will my beautiful wife be silent, hm? Let's get ready together."

Pulling Haura's hand after making sure his wife had finished breakfast. Haura clasped her hands tightly enough and occasionally dipped them while walking towards the room.

This time Aaron won't get his wife hurt again. It was enough to make an unintentional wound with his former attitude.

"The most beautiful gift I ever got was to marry my Hauraku," inner Aaron glanced at his wife who was still looking down.