ALYA DIARY
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The night was getting late, Alya had rested in the room while Angga was still in the bathroom.

Alya laid down her body then pulled out a blanket to cover her body.

Angga went into the room and turned off the lights replacing with a sleeping lamp, He also laid his body beside Alya.

Alya tilted his body by covering him with a blanket, Angga glanced at his wife with a smile then spread himself and his ignorant idea appeared.

He slowly put his hand into the blanket and began to touch his wife's body.

"Yes..."

Alya did not sleep yet but she did like to tilt her body towards the right while hugging the bolster.

"Hmmm... "

Only that came out of Angga's mouth but his hands had already reached everywhere making Alya squirm.

"Mas, ticklish."

"Parties like to sleep on their own. Intentionally trying to tease me."

"Mas Angga Kayak does not memorize Alya's habits."

Angga flipped his blanket and then turned Alya's body back and he was already on top of his wife's body.

"Mas want to do something."

Angga came closer to Alya's face and kissed her forehead

" Bismilbornohmanirohim."

Alya smiled and imitated the prayer read by Angga.

The hot night had passed, Alya hid her face in Angga's chest while hugging her body.

"Sleep Sweetie."

Angga rubbed his wife's head and kissed her forehead.

"Yes..."

"Yes dear."

"Alya wants to stay at Mas' house."

Angga raised his wife's face and smiled he looked for lies in Alya's eyes but nothing.

"You're serious, honey."

Alya smiled and nodded her head she was already thinking maturely it seemed like it was much better.

"Tomorrow Mas will talk to Father Mother, if you are sure you want to come along with Mas."

Alya looked at Angga, apparently her husband was waiting for the moment she said to agree to stay with him with his parents.

"Alya will talk to me alone, Mom."

"You are Mas's wife, and will join Mas in living with Mas's parents. It means you should be the one talking to your parents, baby. Asking for blessing if her daughter will come with her husband."

Angga pinched his wife's nose slowly.

"Mas Angga dares to talk to his own Father and Mother."

"Dare dong Darling, you are the responsibility of Mas."

Alya looked at Angga's face fixedly.

"Mas, but if Alya's holiday can come here yes and sometimes can also stay here if again missed."

"Yes dear, we should also make time for Mother and your Father."

"Yes, thank you, Mas."

"Boye to you."

Angga kissed Alya's forehead and held her.

"If it's like this Mas Angga it's not like when he's angry."

Alya spoke to herself in her heart she recalled the jealous nature of Angga.

"Dear."

"Yes, it's."

"What made you finally agree to live with Mas's parents."

Alya smiled because there was no way she could say what was really on her mind.

"Because Alya should be the responsibility of Mas. So Alya has to come with Mas."

"God willing Dear, Mas will always try to make you happy even though he can not with luxury but Mas will try as much as Mas can make you happy."

"Thank You."

That night a sense of peace enveloped Angga, but in Alya there was still something that stuck how his mother would react when Angga would ask Alya to stay with him.

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