Wrong Khitbah

92. SK 2: WALK 2

After Akhtar and Zahwa finished the Ashar prayer. Akhtar took Zahwa for a walk.

"Dear, want to go for a walk? I want to take you somewhere"

"Walk?"

"Yes"

"Alright Come" Zahwa directly extended his hand to Akhtar's arm.

After the door was in the lock, they continued walking by side by side enjoying the afternoon breeze. The cold weather around the mountains, making Zahwa increasingly tighten his embrace on Akhtar's arm.

Smiles occasionally rose on the lips of the two. Sometimes they even accidentally look at each other and smile together. Green grass as a footing is very dry because it has not rained for 3 weeks. The afternoon they went through was very bright.

Some people greeted and greeted them. Their presence was welcomed by the locals.

Zahwa who felt tired continued walking finally stopped for a moment and regulated his breathing.

"What's the Queen? Are you tired, baby?" Akhtar stroked Zahwa's head sitting on a rock.

"Where exactly are we going, Bib? Yes, quite tired because it has not been a leisurely walk so far, not when the cottage time first" said Zahwa

"Emm.." Akhtar looked at the road in front of him, then looked back at Zahwa

"In the near future dear.patient yes.we will arrive" said Akhtar smiling.

"Still far away from here?" Ask Zahwa

"No"

"Ohh..severally" Zahwa straightened his legs and pressed both knees several times.

"Your legs hurt Queen?? All right let's go up"

Zahwa gasped to see Akhtar already crouching his back.

"Eh. Why do you want ?"

" I want to carry you"

"Who? Gapapa Bib. no need. I can still walk, baby." Zahwa refused.

"Darling.come on up, don't refuse me yes"

"I weigh Bib.." said Zahwa timidly

"Who said? No, you're not heavy. Come on up" Akhtar said

"Honey." call Akhtar when he feels that his wife is still silent

"I-iya Bib" Zahwa hugged Akhtar from behind, after which he felt himself riding tight as Akhtar slowly began to stand up.

"Honey.sad to see people." whispered Zahwa buried his face on Akhtar's shoulder

"There's no one"

"Where are you?"

" Yes, I have expelled them" Akhtar replied, chuckling

"Hiss.." sizzled Zahwa and chuckled

"Hows it? Are you ready, princess?"

"Already"

"Bismillah" after which Akhtar began to step on his feet. Walking while holding his wife.

What a lovely afternoon for both.

Akhtar turned to the rice fields. Before long they had arrived at a cottage on the edge of the rice fields and there was a river in the sebrang.

Akhtar sat Zahwa on a rock, letting his wife's feet swing on the surface of the water.

If it is halal, then do whatever it takes to be free basbasbas hehe. The author himself was confused by these two people.

"Eumm.enak" said Zahwa when he felt the sweet meat of the fish that had just been caught.

Akhtar smiled and stroked his wife's head. After eating the grilled fish alakadarnya. They went back to playing with water until they were satisfied.

The expanse of green rice fields, the cold and clear water flowing makes the mind calm there.

They laughed together, splashed water, and running around the streets in the middle of the rice fields is a simple thing they do but bring their own impression to both. That little thing was enough to make Zahwa happy.

Treated, treated well and tenderly, loved, and happy. What is the pleasure of your Lord that you deny?

The day was getting late, the two decided to return to the wooden house.

A father was passing by the side of the road. Make Akhtar die Zahwa for a moment.

Before long, Akhtar returned with a bicycle that he might have borrowed from the father.

"Let's go up"

"Could you?"

"Sure" Akhtar brief. After that he helped Zahwa up.

Zahwa wrapped her hands around her husband's stomach for fear of falling when Akhtar started pedaling his bicycle.

Akhtar just smiled faintly, feeling himself in the hug from behind by his beloved wife had made him very happy.

Kletak.kletak.klak...

The sound of a bicycle as it passes through the rocky road.

"Sir.be careful..." Zahwa said from behind worried.

"Yes dear.."

. . .

"Alhamdulillah.has arrived.be careful dear" Akhtar told Zahwa.

"Ahh.it's up"

Akhtar parked the bike in front of the house. After that invite Zahwa to clean for a while.

"Bib..here is no drinking?"

"There's honey. Let's go to the kitchen" Akhtar pulled Zahwa's hand toward the kitchen.

"Thank you dear." said Zahwa received a glass from Akhtar

"Together habibati" Akhtar replied making Zahwa blush.

"Ahahaha masyaaAllah.have a great time to see your reddened face dear"

" Ihh Bib.." whine Zahwa shy and hide his face

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Ma Syaa Allah..new five-day kurleb Author said already on nyariin huh? What if I lose a month? Well, maybe you guys are on the run.hhaha.

Earlier sorry yes. because Author rarely up. Very busy and a little difficult time to write, plus the mood of the author who is rich in capricious chameleons, eehehe. And sorry in the author's writing a lot of his typo

But calm down. This work will be up until it is finished. Oh yeah, a little straightening..

Fatih was his nephew Buya Firman okeeyy or cousin of Akhtar. Why is he close to Umi Alya? Yes it is her aunt😁 also because she prefers to go to the boarding school Buya.

And where is Fatih now? Fatih is teaching and pursuing her love in Egypt which is none other than her own disciple 😝😆.

So, congratulations on fighting A' Fatih. later send the invitation here aja yes let readers on tau tuh xixixixi.

And. also there are still many who are confused why yesterday's chapter was repeated. That's not exactly what Author wants. The APK is again error and while typing chapter 91, it's in chapter 90, and its Chapter 90 just disappears. The author does not know why it is so.

Because many new readers dropped by the author's work, there was no chapter 90. That's why chapter 90 Author re-up. Sorry for the inconvenience.

So, don't forget to stay in the yaa✨ trail