Not Salihah's Wife
Touch ....

Randy takes Hana to the parking lot, the girl is escorted by her family driver. Bringing Randy's family ration wedding invitation card. After making sure the car that drove Hana had left the campus and the invitation card he had stored in the car, Randy pulled out his phone and contacted Amara.

Call connected but not answered.

“Why doesn't he answer, where is he?” muttered Randy. “Or in my room.”

With a rather quick step, Randy headed to his study hoping that Amara would be there. Had crossed paths with some students who as usual tease and adore him. Randy also remembered that Amara was jealous just because the women teased him, especially when he met Hana.

Although the marriage that occurred between them is not because of love, but Randy believes among them there are already feelings and as a husband he must keep his wife's feelings. What Amara saw earlier would certainly make disappointed or hurt.

“Amara,” called Randy when he opened the door of his study, apparently there was no Amara there. “Where are you,” muttered the man while sitting on the sofa and re-opening his phone.

“Huftt.”

Amara and Hana, have their own place in Randy's heart. It was not that he could not give a decision but he felt he had to take responsibility with the two women. Her marriage to Amara was not a game and her relationship with Hana could not be decided unilaterally either. Therefore, she needed to meet with Hana's family to solve everything.

[Mara, where are you?]

Randy sent Amara a message. Had it not been for her professional responsibilities, Randy would have gone looking for Amara. Hopefully Amara will immediately reply to his message, while waiting for teaching hours and lecturer meetings that will be held this afternoon Randy performed dzuhur worship.

It turned out that Amara came home to the apartment using an online motorcycle taxi, her phone was in a bag. Even when he arrived he immediately threw the bag on the sofa while he headed for the room. Replacing with more casual clothes and want to rest his body and mind because he was jealous watching her husband interact with other women.

It is fitting that Mr. Randy wants me to be a wife of Salihah, my rival looks so salihah, inner Amara.

Finally Amara prayed before he took a nap as planned.

Until the afternoon, Amara had not opened her phone and answered a message from Randy let alone knowing that her husband had contacted her.

...***...

Randy had arrived at the apartment, seeing Amara lying on the couch watching TV. At least she was relieved that Amara was home.

"romance."

"Hm."

"Your husband is home, why are you still so engrossed in your activities."

Amara moved from her position and approached Randy and kissed the man's hand, his face lowered because there was so much he wanted to ask about Hana but did not dare to reveal.

"Have a shower?"

"Sholat?"

Amara nodded slowly.

"Why ignore my calls and messages?"

"Mobile ...." Amara scratched her head, realizing that she had not seen her phone since. "I forgot to keep my phone" said Amara.

Amara searches for her phone in the room followed by Randy who looks at Amara who is here and there looking for her phone also avoids the gaze of her husband.

"Mara, stop!" tell Randy as he grabbed his wife's hand to be quiet and then cupped the face that he had been worried about since noon and put his wife's body on the edge of the bed.

"I know you're angry and you're jealous. Don't just shut up, please say it and I'm sorry. I didn't know that Hana came and asked you to come to my room, too."

"Did she know Mr. Randy was married?"

Randy shook his head.

"Sir Randy will choose him or me?"

"Remara, you're not an option and I don't have a right to choose. God made you the destiny of my life."

"Then Hana?"

"I'm going to meet his family and find a solution to this condition."

"I should have Randy talk about me, that woman is so beautiful and of course more virtuous than I am."

"You're beautiful, I can only praise my wife and not another woman."

"Gombal," muttered Amara.

Randy smiled then the two looked at each other and the sight made both of them fall asleep. Amara doesn't realize that Randy is getting her face forward and closer. The goal is of course Amara's lips are as red as cerri and always teasing when the girl talks.

Amara is halal for me to touch, she's my wife and I deserve it, Randy's mind.

Finally the lips of the two met, Amara rounded her eyes let alone her body felt stung by something even though only their lips met.

Both are amateurs, even as Randy deepens his kiss Amara is silent. However, in contrast to Randy felt his wife's soft and sweet lips. It will certainly make him opium even hope for more than just pagutan lip.