Hijrah in the Way of God
Fat scared

One year has been the marriage of Ridho and Rahma. Everything's still fine. There was no quarrel between them. Both of them understand each other with their shortcomings.

The cold of the night pierced to the bone. Not to mention the heavy rain that makes the body shiver. The roar of the motor matic engine was heard from outside. Rahma peered behind the glass window, and saw a dark blue motic motor approaching from there.

Rahma opened the door. Smile when someone seems to be approaching. The woman reached out her hand after answering the greetings from that person. Shortened his hand. A habit of Rahma after marriage.

"Why didn't you just go down, Bang?"

Ridho rattled his wife's head. That woman has been very chatty lately. Especially with regard to his health.

"You know, I was shady before you waited a long time" he replied.

Rahma seemed to think for a moment. Yes too. But that's not the answer he wanted.

Because of the change in the face of his wife Ridho again voiced.

"I can't stay away from you for long, Yang."

Pipi Rahma met. Smiling amusedly. He really liked the sweet words of the man. Retreat as the man approached to hug her.

Ridho. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"Your clothes are wet, Bang."

Ridho patted his jidat. He may be senile like this when he is not old. The child does not have. This may be the effect of wife kangen. His brain is not working.

The man went to the bathroom. Clean yourself with a nice soap. It might normalize his mind.

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"Which?"

"Hm."

"Tomorrow we're moving out of here!"

Rahma. The handsome man standing near the door of the room was still using a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Where to?"

After that Rahma walked towards the closet. Picked up a plain black t-shirt and casual pants then handed them to the man.

"Move to a new house."

"Whose new house?"

Ridho laughed softly. "Our new home, honey," he answered. Mecubit soft cheeks his wife who always makes him anxious.

Swiping his cheek. Rahma seemed to digest Ridho's answer. "Our house?" There was doubt on his face.

"Yes, Honey. Yesterday I bought a house near my office. Tomorrow we move on." Grasping the wife's hand. "Sorry you can buy a house now."

There is still that guilt in Ridho. Letting his wife stay in this little contract. Which he said was not worth living in.

Ridho thought he could not make his wife happy. Rahma is not a woman who is crazy about treasure.

"I don't mind that."

Astagfirullah.

Rahma cursed herself and walked into the kitchen. Heat the side dish for a while then put it on a plate filled with rice.

"Thank you, Yang."

Ridho took over the not-so-big white plate. Eating rice and its side dishes with greed. The man was really hungry. He had just eaten before he came home. But, it seems that lately his appetite is more than stable.

Sometimes the man is afraid due to overeating his body becomes fat or worse still suffering from obesity.

Ridho stopped eating for a moment. Then ask. "I'm not fat, Yang?"

Rahma. Look at her husband's body. "A little bit" he answered.

It made Ridho immediately put the plate on the nightstand and gulped water.

"Why isn't he finished?"

Rahma looked at the rice on the white plate. "I don't feel good" he said sadly. Though he was very when Ridho ate his cooking greedily.

"Now, Yang." Ridho was wrong. "Taste you good but-." Sentence hangs.

"But what?"

"I'm afraid of fat."

Rahma. "Why are you fat?"

Ridho sighed. "I'm afraid you're looking for a new husband. Keep me left out," he replied.

Rahma was increasingly open to hear that made Ridho glanced dislike at him.

"I'm serious, Yang."

A little annoyed he laid himself in the bed.

"Fresh eat don't go to sleep."

Ignoring his wife Ridho closed his eyes.

"Don't you?"

I think Rahma should be serious this time.

"Even if you get fat later. I don't have a problem, Bang."

Ridho still did not budge. Let the woman continue her words.

"God willing, my love for you has not changed. I love you for who you are, Bang. Not physically."

Ridho's heavy hand was raised. He pulled his wife to sleep next to him. He gave a kiss and a warm hug to his beloved wife.

Rahma returned the embrace. The smell of her husband's body made her comfortable being this close.

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