Wrong Khitbah

91. 2: AKHTAR REPLY, BUT NOT REVENGE

"Ikhh.many nanya you yes. Here!" Akhtar said pulling Zahwa's nose and herding him inside.

"Aaa.do not pull Bib.sick- "

Bugh!!

"Ouch.."

Zahwa fell on Akhtar. The sight of the two met, making their hearts instantly run a marathon.

***

Just then, when Akhtar pulled Zahwa's nose with him the way back to back. He accidentally hit the carpet. Makes it fall reflex to pull Zahwa's waist.

As a result his back hit the floor added Zahwa who fell on him.

"St..." Ringis Akhtar when Zahwa accidentally pressed Akhtar's stomach to stand up.

"Eh! Sorry Bib" Zahwa stopped and returned to his original position. He blinked his eyes at what he should do. What a shameful position.

"Aahh" cried Zahwa suddenly they rolled and changed him under the support of Akhtar.

"Eh, Bib? What's to do?" Ask her plain

"Hm?"

"Emm..emm.i-that's her back pain ga?" Her speech diverted because she was wrongly looked at by her husband.

"St..."

"Oohh.hih Wawa maluu... Mother.tolongin Wawa.." her screams in the heart.

Eyes looking the other way removed his nervousness. The eyes met something to get an idea.

"Huh.hopefully succeed" her prayer in heart.

***

"Aaa..tidaakk..already Bib..already..ahahahahah"

"Can't! Who told you to fuck?"

"That .... It's been.. Bib.. I'm tired.kan it's true that the door has not been closed..." Zahwa was still running away from Akhtar who was chasing him.

A few moments before...

Zahwa glared his eyes behind Akhtar, like there was something scary there.

"B-heep..."

"Hm" dehem Akhtar

"That-that's.."

"Ssttt..." The sizzling Akhtar still stared at those pretty eyes.

"That's Bib..." Zahwa covered his face with both hands.

"What?"

"That's behind.." point at Zahwa with your eyes closed.

"What's the matter exactly?" Akhtar got up and looked behind him.

He was surprised that no one was there. He looked back. His sholehah wife was no longer there.

"The door is not yet closed, dear.eheheh" echoed Zahwa from behind.

It made Akhtar laugh and shake his head.

"It's been brave hm" he murmured.

Soon he closed the door and ran after his wife.

Back at the current hour.

"Ahaha....Bib...Ahahaha" said Zahwa every time he was almost caught by Akhtar.

Ahhh somehow the state of the house.

"Yeeee... Unmistakable..wleeee.ahahah" Zahwa sneered successfully over the pillow that Akhtar threw in front of him so he stopped running.

"Hmmm..just watch out for you" murmured Akhtar smiling smirk. Slowly he was lost in the earth.

Zahwa who did not hear any sound awaited and remained in his place. He looked back, jreng.didn't find anyone there.

He glanced around her. Instantly he shivered, his brain was contaminated with Indonesian horror films. The rashes near the rice fields alone can be haunted so sinisterly, ck.ck..

"B-bib.." call her while retreating slowly.

"Bib..where are you??" It squeezes both sides of the game.

"That's..Bib.don't joke.ga funny" said Zahwa again.

He closed his eyes while continuing to step back.

"Hiii...Bib.don't gini dong..."

"Mom... Not going to jahilin you again.where are you?"

"Yetoo...." Zahwa's screams

His body jumped, he was shocked as someone tightly hugged his body from behind.

"Aaaaa.you who..don't bother me.I don't do anything. Seriously, I came with my husband... I also don't know whose house this is.I just follow.you go yaa yaa goi" his chat with his eyes closed firmly.

"Hihhh I don't want to be proud...Aaaa .." her screams again felt her body drift.

"Mahaha...."

Huh huh? Zahwa opened his eyes and looked up. He saw clearly the face of Akhtar who laughed freely full of happiness. He was fascinated astray, but after that he went back to the beginning, feeling annoyed.

"That's..Bib..you reply me yes.hiihhh"

Dugh!dugh!dugh!dugh!

Zahwa beat the chest of Akhtar's field.

"Ahh.aw.do not get hit. My dear sick!" Akhtar. To make Zahwa stop, ashamed to hear Akhtar's words.

" Heyy.why is his face red... It was not like this" Akhtar said.

"Deeyahh..Bib.." whine Zahwa. He put his hand against Akhtar's neck. Then they laughed together.

***

Akhtar took Zahwa to a room. Again Zahwa was amazed by the design and interior of the rooms of this house.

Akhtar sat himself down without letting Zahwa stay in his lap.

"Bib hasn't answered loh.this is whose house"

"Is that important to you, my wife?"

Zahwa shamed, indeed Akhtar's words alone have made him blush, misbehave and make the love in his heart bigger.

"Hm"

"If we were here would mean?"

"That means.....?" "Means...our house? Huh huh? Right no?"

"Where might I invite you to go to someone else's house"

"Seriously Bib?"

"Hufft.kuh ya. This house is my childhood home. In the past, when I was a young man, I often went here for sightseeing. Formerly this land is empty, it still has Abi, because in the past if the practice silat or stopover santri tafakkur nature was here.

I often follow one of the Ustadz who teach silat here, as long as he teaches, I often fall asleep here. Yes, because in the past there were small huts, and that's where I often overslept. I like the atmosphere here. So when I was a teenager, Abi built this house here as a gift."

Zahwa looks at Akhtar's explanation.

"I used to have a dream home design, especially the location and atmosphere here I really like. However, Abi built this house himself with his own design. At that time I did not feel good if I had to remodel the model of this house. When I finished college first, then I asked Abi for permission to remodel the house before it became my dream home as it is today. And the bike, the house is here" explained Akhtar at length.

Zahwa looked at Akhtar's serious face while telling a story. Cengo face that seen funny by Akhtar, make him anxious and bite the cheek of the kingpin.

"Aww.hiis sick Bib.."

"Who told you to be dumb"

" No, no crap"

"That was it"

"Dear, I'm just looking at it"

"See what?"

"Look at the handsome prince who is now my husband"

"Heh, there's just you" said Akhtar chuckling softly, then swiping Zahwa's nose with his nose.

"Heheheehe"

"Let's pray Ashar first"

"Well, let's ablute" said Zahwa, hugging Akhtar by the neck. Make the owner of the neck raise his eyebrows thick

"Gendong.iihi" said the spoiled Zahwa.

"Well... Make it not hold you"

Without warning, Akhtar devoured Zahwa's lips.

A few minutes later.

"Already..ayo" said Zahwa after Akhtar distanced his aunt.

Akhtar took Zahwa to the bathroom to worship together, after which they prayed together.

***

Duh..duh..duh.the new bride is still sweet-sweet. ya Lah.create memories duku kan before parting🤣 can still hold with them yaa... 1 more chapter yaa sweet-sweet her.

sorry to bangett up his long time, the busyness of RL makes Author difficult for his free time, every want to write there is a hitch..

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