Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 38. Adek, make Gibran?

#Gea

"So Abah spoke to Ozan's Babah by phone, and we agreed to reiterate your marriage contract, and that it will be legalized in a state and religiously perfected manner."

Mas Ozan and I fell silent, looking at Abah who was explaining, after dinner, Abah seemed to be talking seriously about this.

"Because there are two things in Islam, which require the contract to be repeated, namely the pronunciation of talaq from the husband, and the legal condition of the contract is not achieved, you marry the guardian not Abah, he said, islamically Abah is still alive so it must be repeated."

"Fauzan, personally follow what Abah said, Gea is also that, right deck?" replied Mas Ozan glanced at me for a moment.

"Gea, also come with Bah" I replied approvingly.

I feel the atmosphere of my family tonight is different, after the presence of Mas Ozan, Abah and Mak have not spoken using the regional dialect, afraid Mas Ozan does not understand and as a result a formal family all so.

Abah nodded at our answer, while I immediately stood up to help Mak clean the dinner table and wash the dishes.

"Father, Gibran today wants to sleep with Papa and Mama well," Gibran approached Mas Ozan who made Mas Ozan immediately hold Gibran.

"May, dear dong, yaudah come to the room, Bah, Fauzan first well to the room to sleep in Gibran, deck, Mas first well," mas Ozan replied after saying goodbye to me and Abah who was still at the dinner table.

"Mas, later Gibran asked to wash his face with a toothbrush well, keep changing his clothes," I replied.

Ozan had disappeared from my sight and had already entered the room, while I was still alone with Abah.

I was putting together the dishes while Mak was already in the kitchen.

"You're in love with Fauzan?"

Uh, whose voice is that? Abah turns out, Abah tumben same I speak formal Indonesia like this, gapapalah at all times.

"Hm, How well Bah, Mas Ozan is the person who is the most brother Ratna love," I replied that made Abah smile.

"Ratna and you are different, Ratna no longer has any natural relationship with us, after all Ratna is also happy, look at you with Fauzan."

"Call Ozan aja Bah, gausah Fauzan, well how well Bah, Gea confused."

"Why?" ask Abah to me.

I didn't answer, well I'm also confused why? Wah sometimes nih mouth likes to fight, ask duct tape.

"Dengerin Abah, Gea, Abah was very sure, if two people were destined for God to be together, then from any corner of the earth they came they would surely meet, he said, and it's happening with you and Ozan, right?"

That's right, the proof as far as I avoid Mas Ozan, still only I met and the ending so it feels like this is how the universe and God says that we are fools!

"Bingung aja Bah, surely the test is a lot," I replied, a big snob living I really astagfirullah even though my life is happy.

The feeling of the nostrils is still out of the wind, the heart is still beating even though it is not normal that in Mas Ozan's dreadlocks, the legs can still walk, a little stun not yet depressed.

"Are you the only one who can?"

"Eh."

"God, will not test his servant beyond the limits of his servant's ability, that is the benchmark of the test for his servants, if you complain now, Allah said, only you can test, if you do not, everything is the same" replied Abah pointing straight at my heart.

Well, for those who like insecure, like to complain, less grateful like me, have slapped the same sentence Abah.

And in order to avoid further conversation with Abah, as the son of the sholehim, I chose to lift the plate to the kitchen and where there was already Mak who washed the dishes.

"It's a holy one" I said putting the dishes in the sink.

"No need, you go to your husband's room, let Mak be the holy one," replied Mak who took part in the formal.

"Later, you're tired."

"Emang, have you ever helped Mak nyuci?"

"So, anyway."

"There is the same Mas Ozan, tomorrow Mak want to hear the news if there is a local earthquake at home," replied Mak smiling shyly.

Totally ambiguous, local earthquake what try!

I put my feet into the room, where there in the bed there is Mas Ozan in a sitting position to put Gibran to sleep next to him by rubbing his head while the other hand plays a mobile phone.

Coming out of the bathroom, Mas Ozan looked at me intensely which made me glare. "Mas, close her eyes."

Thankfully Gibran was asleep.

"Why, look at your own wife anyway" replied Mas Ozan with an innocent look.

"I want to put on a nightgown, close his eyes first" I replied, which made Mas Ozan laugh.

Ozan grabbed a pillow and covered his face, after which I immediately changed clothes and after that I tied my hair before walking towards Mas Ozan.

I got on the bed, and Mas Ozan ARGHHH! DAMAGES TO GOD! WHOSE HUSBAND IS THIS? NOT A BANTING DAD?

Ozan was in a sitting position, while I also chose to sit with my head leaning against the bed.

Mas Ozan pulled my head to lean on his shoulder, okay lie, I was deliberately mepet-mepet, modusin husband himself no sin well.

"Please love Gea?" ask me to find a topic and the topic is not really bad.

Love Mas, just as you are the law of Mad Thabi'i in the Quran. So much."

LUNATIC! SHBY'S HUSBAND'S WRESTLE IS DIFFERENT, YEAH!

"And Mas always wishes our love like Waqf Lazim. Stop at the end of the perfect love story."

BAPER I'M BAPER.

We were both silent for a moment, before Mas Ozan put his phone down and looked at me deeply.

"Dad?"

"Huh?"

"You made Gibran, huh?"

HEH! TO THE POINT OF THE CROCODILE PARADISE!

I was silent before we felt the movement of Gibran who immediately took a sitting position.

"Gibran, not comfortable," Gibran inched up to Mas Ozan's lap and hugged him and leaned his face against Mas Ozan's chest.

"Gibran, no blessing" I whispered, which made Mas Ozan laugh.

I chose to be in my position, sitting on Mas Ozan's shoulder, Mas Ozan pulled the blanket, where Mas Ozan pulled out his other hand to hold my shoulder, and the other one held Gibran, and the other held Gibran, before covering the bodies of the three of us with a blanket.

I feel like I am, I'm HAPPY!

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