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"Assynolajet. Honey, have you reached the hotel?" Nick has just finished his meeting with a client and is currently heading to the parking lot following his Wife, Mother and Daughter.

"Waalaikumsalam Mas Hotel. It's been 2 hours. Still meeting?" Khalisa who is now in a hotel room alone because Caca has been brought Oma Marisa to another room.

"Otw Sayangkuh. Why are we the same Mas? Btw Caca and Mom are not surprised by his voice." It feels like Nick can't wait to meet his wife wants to immediately hug and inhale the scent of Khalisa's body that feels soothing.

"Mom and Caca are in the next room. Did you miss me already?" Khalisa back teased her husband.

"Don't be asked Honey, it feels like Mas wants to have a door anywhere like doraemon so that if you miss the old ga to find it. Mas is not Dilan who can withstand longing."

"Why is Boss so alay like this." Gusti who heard the Boss Killer now even know Dilan, whereas previously the artist who joined NBC alone where Nick had memorized his name.

Not replying with the words Nick only gave a sharp look at Gusti which of course Gusti could see from the middle glass of the car.

"Reverse the fashion again!" Gusti muttered looking at the gaze preying on the Boss Killer.

"Mas is just. Of course my husband is more everything than Dilan!" Khalisa's been contaminated Nick's a champion of zombies.

"Dear wait for me. Not long after that. See you soon baby. Muachs. I love you." Nick is now used to openly declaring his love for his soulmate.

"Love you too My dear husband." Khalisa is not ashamed to return Nick's love especially he is alone in the room.

In the hotel room next to Caca with Oma Marisa now sitting lying in bed, Caca while watching cartoons in the hotel room while sipping avocado juice ordered by Oma.

"Oma, why the hell, Caca was cold to sleep with Mother and Daddy." Caca still spoke even though Oma Marisa had persuaded by all means.

"Darling Oma, the beautiful, pinter. Caca don't want to have a baby?" Now Oma in a sure way melt Caca's heart so that no longer want to fall asleep with Mother and Daddy.

"Mau Oma's. Continues to?" Caca took a quick look at his omana..

"Well then. Caca slept here with Oma. If Caca sleeps with Mommy and Daddy later Caca will not have her baby adek."

"Baby is what Oma is. Oh yes Caca was born and is in this world how does Oma?"

Caca's question certainly makes Oma Marisa dizzy.

If the adult couple is talking, of course, the attitude of bar Oma Marisa is even more honed in conveying it.

While this is Caca SD child who of course has not gotten there his thinking.

"Look. With Oma's explanation. Caca if sleep can't be dark, right? Whereas if Caca ingon has Adek Baby Mother and Daddy his sleep should be dark darling. Can't have the lights on."

Caca seemed to be thinking but he still did not understand.

"anything. Caca slept with Oma here. The lights aren't gonna turn off Oma. If in Daddy's room and Mother's light must be turned off. Caca can't sleep later."

"Yes to Oma. Caca doesn't understand either." Caca did not continue his question choosing to continue watching.

Elsewhere, Ustadz Salman and Dira arrived at the residence of Kyai Abdullah.

"Assynolajet. Let's get Dira in. Hope it's at home. Now this is your home too." Ustadz Salman invited Dira into the house.

"Waalaikumsalam Mas Hotel. Is this Mama Dira?" ART residence Kyai Abdullah greeted.

"Bi, this is Dira, Salman's wife. Dira this is Aunt helping out at home." Ustadz Salman introduced the two.

"Dira Bi." Dira experienced aged ART.

"God's beauty is that of Mas Salman's wife. Let's Mama Dira."

Dira smiles. Following in the footsteps of Ustadz Salman who took him around the house.

"It's a big one here, brother." Dira felt the coolness in the house of her in-laws and husband.

"Change is pleased with the carvings and the woodwork. Yes, this is how Dira is. Hope it's at home. Well we're going to the end there. That's our room." Ustadz Salman walked in first and opened the door of his room.

Of course Dira was immediately confused and increasingly not careless.

Just imagine, there are only a few household assistants.

Literally, Dira is now the only two Ustadz Salman in the house.

"Dira, why shut up. C'mon here. This is our room. Don't be shy." Ustadz Salman saw Dira daydreaming.

"Ah, yes Brother." Dira was getting louder as he moved closer to Ustadz Salman's room.

"This is our room. Oh yes, there is a closet You can enter your personal clothes and equipment. Next to it are also toiletries and and some other necessities. Want Brother to help you arrange it?" Ustadz Salman was very anxious to see Dira's panicked face.

"Eh, brother, why is the door closed." Dira immediately panicked as Ustadz Salman closed the door to their room.

Smiling Ustadz Salman walked closer to Dira.

"Ustadz what do you want?" Dira again called Ustadz Salman to her husband.

"You why Dira? Your face is red." Ustadz Salman's smile as he looked closely at Dira's blushing face.

"Ah, that's because, I'm hot. It's hot." Dira fanned his face with the palm diverting nervousness.

"Oh hot yeah. If so, you want to take a shower first or Brother who takes a bath first?" Ustadz Salman stepped forward to see the slowly retreating Dira.

"Well! A shower! When's bathing?" Silly Dira, the usual sentence uttered by Ustadz Salman seemed ambiguous to him.

"Said it was hot. Or let's hurry, we'll take a bath together." Ustadz Salman actually could not bear to laugh at Dira's increasingly wrong behavior.

"Allahu Akbar! Ustad!" Dira was shocked by Ustadz Salman's words.

"God's Masya. It's funny my wife. Yes it's better my darling shower first. Brother wants to go out for a minute to have Aunt prepare dinner for us." Ustadz Salman rubbed Dira's head gently and did not forget he poked a little nose of his wife's nose impromptu who was still on alert mode.

"Huf! O Allah. Just been brought up so. My heart is about to be broken! How about tonight Salman asks for that? Uh!" Dira shook his head unable to imagine but his heart was also curious.

Immediately he opened the suitcase, and brought a change of clothes rushed to the bathroom before Ustadz Salman returned to the room.

"It's so fresh." Dira felt his body that was tired after a day last night could not sleep while at the Hospital, now Dira felt his body more relaxed soaking with warm water.

Dira so enjoyed that he did not feel like spending 1 hour alone completing his activities in the bathroom.

Chequek!

Dira wears home clothes, but Dira lets her wet hair after shampooing unravel while out of the bathroom.

"It's over?"

The deg!

Dira certainly forgot at this time he was in Ustadz Salman's room.

Seeing Dira without a veil with wet hair, of course, as an adult man and now married, it is halal for Ustadz Salman to enjoy the beauty of his wife in front of him.

Dira seemed to hold her long hair that was still wet looks clumsy.

Although Ustad Salman had seen Dira when he had not emigrated, this time it felt different.

They were halal not even just her hair, everything within them was halal for the two to see each other.

"Will I take a shower?" Dira resuscitated the reverie of Ustadz Salman who was drugged by the sight of his halal lover.

"Do you want to help."

Ustadz is also a normal human being. Do not be surprised if now Ustadz Salman will react the same especially Dira is halal for him. Of course, the impulse of his manly instincts certainly arises.

"meaning?" Dira was shocked by her husband's response.

"Sir took a shower first. Brother, please help prepare clothes. Yeah, that means." Ustadz Salman immediately went into the bathroom.

"Huh! Kirain help what! Where are his clothes."

Dira now starts to open the wardrobe and look for clothes that he will prepare.

When looking at a personal object that is of course the closest cloth that covers something Dira cannot imagine, there is doubt when he took it.

"Ah why is my head thinking no-no. But this is the first time I've chosen men's underwear. Duh, before my brain traveling everywhere!"

Dira was unconscious for so long she looked at her husband's sacred objects with various colors in front of him.

"So which one should you wear? Or tonight you don't have to wear it?"

Ustadz Salman's voice sounded close behind Dira making Dira shocked to death.

Dira who was shocked immediately turned around and did not know in fact even hit a plain body that was still wet and only used a towel that covered the center to the knee.

Ustazd Salman swiftly caught the body of Dira who almost fell but managed to secure his sturdy arm circular perfectly on the slender waist of the woman who is now his halal lover.

Netra the two locked each other, down the details of each other's faces.

The murmur in the chest of course makes the heart beat faster.

"Sister." Dira felt limp all over the body as if there was no energy.

"So which one, honey?"

It felt like Dira was going to faint at that moment.