Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
HER, MY WIFE!- 03. New Friends

Muachhh.

One kiss on the forehead lands for Manda. The girl who was tidying the dining table slightly snapped. Because suddenly Zidan pulled his body and kissed his forehead long enough.

"Let go first, Bang. Look at you!!" Decak Manda while patting Zidan's hand which began to move agilely through his body.

"You're asleep, baby!" The whisper of Zidan.

Zidan had no power to hold himself back. Tonight has entered the 2nd night of Sunday he and Manda are married. But as of tonight he has never earned his right. Not without reason, on the first Sunday of their marriage Manda is in a state of menstruation. And since the last two days Ahkam's health condition is not good, even Ahkam had a high fever after they returned from the beach a few days ago.

When Ahkam had a fever, Zidan actually saw the other side of his wife. Manda painstakingly takes care of Ahkam, keeping Ahkam all night, to the point that Zidan feels double numbered. But in spite of all that, Zidan's affection for Ahkam is also no less great when compared to Manda's affection for Ahkam.

"Yes, patient, patient. Manda finished this first, huh?" The girl clapped Zidan's hand. Inevitably Zidan also took off his embrace. He pulled the dining chair. Observe the movements of Manda's hands that clean dirty stains on the table.

"Oh yeah, next week Ahkam starts going to school, right?" asked the girl, she glanced at Zidan.

"Yes, all of Ahkam's school supplies are ready, right?"

"Udah dong!"

Manda washes her hands after she finishes all the kitchen work. His black netra looked at Zidan who was also looking at him with a sharp grin.

"Loof!"

Zidan shook his head while chuckling softly, yet he still crouched down in front of Manda. Letting the girl stick to his back.

Manda's hand wrapped around Zidan's neck. Zidan's footsteps as he climbed the stairs sounded so slow and careful. Wrong to take steps, the safety of his wife is a bet.

"I Love You!" Whisper Manda slowly. The girl tilted her head, looking at Zidan's face which was a few centimeters away from her face. Zidan did not immediately reply to Manda's words, he gave a pause before lowering Manda on the edge of the mattress.

"My love is too expensive if it's only spoken by the lips!" said Zidan while pulling the needle slowly from the rectangular hijab that Manda was wearing. He took off the black hijab, placed it on Manda's right side.

His burly hand pulled out a soft hairband that gathered strands after strands of his wife's long black hair. "It feels too cheap if the expression of love is not accompanied by proof, right?"

Manda nodded slowly, giving Zidan a word.

"So how much do you think I love you, honey? Is it just a word?" Jemari Zidan combed the dark hair softly. So slow, as if afraid of the owner of the hair whimpering in pain as Zidan plays his hair.

This time Manda shook her head violently. He stopped the movement of Zidan's hand which was still slowly combing his hair. The burly hand Manda held for quite a while, before it stuck to her left cheek.

"Too hard to decipher with words." Manda was closed as Zidan's head began to bow. The beautiful black bead stared at the adorable face that asked to be executed immediately.

Zidan slightly tilted his head, "Two rounds?"

Silent. There was no reply from the girl who still closed her eyes. "Three rounds?"

"Auu--" Zidan clasped Manda's hand which pinched his stomach. The girl's eyes bulged, as if wanting to eat Zidan round and round right now.

"Most nawar!! Yok gas!! Start it!!"

The man who was about to turn 30 years old shook his head slowly to see the behavior of his wife's bars. Manda is indeed different from other girls, if it is about the discussion of 21+ as it is today.

Though yes, his age is not enough for such a thing, but how else? Since the beginning of marriage with Zidan he always took action, often berating Zidan, even Zidan still remember very well how the girl snatched his virginity while at Villa. But on the one hand Zidan is grateful because he does not need to persuade or seduce his wife. The one whose wife will be sensitive first!

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The sun is still shy to show its light. It was still silent on the eastern horizon, a fresh morning breeze blowing on the surface of the foliage, shaking some of the small flowers embedded in the garden.

"Ready?" Zidan patted Ahkam softly on the shoulder, with a nod of the head from the boy. He was ready to pedal his bicycle around the complex.

Seeing Zidan and Ahkam about to come out, Mr. Dody -- As the security guard immediately opened the gate. "Good morning, sir, Deck Ahkam," he smiled.

"August, Sir. I'm out for a second. Titip My wife, as always, don't open the gate, except Henny's. Other than him, never open the gate!" Zidan insisted before pedaling his bike away from home with Ahkam. Not a few meters from the house he had time to turn his head once again, making sure that Mr. Dody immediately closed the gate after he left.

"Let's race, Pa!!" Ahkam cried, the boy pedaling his bike ahead of Zidan. But he still remembered Zidan's message so as not to be too fast in speeding.

Zidan followed Ahkam, even though his body was with Ahkam. But his mind still wanders around Manda. Moreover, last night he had just received vitamin intake from the beautiful girl. Making a happy aura emanate clearly on his face.

Zidan unceasingly smiled as he imagined the rancid face of Manda. It felt like he wanted to turn around, go back home again and look at Manda's face as fully as possible. But what can be done, Manda himself asked to accompany Ahkam for a walk, so that Zidan did not spoil him while preparing breakfast.

"Oh, Papa's hotshot is he tired?" Zidan's black bike came to a stop beside Ahkam. They stopped right in the park, the condition of the park seemed quiet because today is not a holiday, only a few children the age of Ahkam who play there.

"Papa? Why is he sitting there alone?" ahkam asked while pointing towards a little girl sitting alone on a park bench. While the other friends are cool playing Barbie-barbiean.

"Try asking!"

Ahkam clasped Zidan's finger, following Zidan's steps, who began to approach the little girl.

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

The little girl raised her head. Look at Ahkam and Zidan in turn.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Om!" answer slowly. He slightly shifted away, perhaps feeling uncomfortable due to the arrival of Zidan and Ahkam.

"Why don't you play?" ask Ahkam. The little girl simply shook her head slowly, then pointed at the easy brown hijab she was wearing. Same with his dress.

"They don't want to play with you? Just because you're using this?" ask Zidan. Zidan crouched down in front of the little girl. While Ahkam was innocently sitting on the garden chair, without permission first.

"He'em." The little girl nodded. It is true, his friends no longer want to be friends with him after Mother put this head covering on him.

"Yes, don't be sad anymore. It's okay, you're pretty, aren't you, Ahkam?"

"He'em. You're pretty wearing a hijab, just like my mom!" cape Ahkam.

The little girl started smiling too. For the first time he heard someone say that he was beautiful with this head covering. Besides Father and Mother.

"Thank you, Om. Thanks---"

"Belk!" ahkam said to tell me his name.

"Thank you, Ahkam. I'm Cila!"

Zidan smiled as he watched the two boys before him. Sahila Nuzula is a 6-year-old boy. 3 Months easier than Ahkam. He was the son of one of the ustadz in this complex. His mother was also a naji teacher, so it was natural that his parents had started to get used to him wearing hijab since childhood. Although he really does not understand what the function and law of hijab really.

Zidan looked at his watch, the clock had already shown at six and forty-five minutes, it was time to immediately return home, before his wife worried and asked him where he was.

"Hey, let's go home, son." Zidan reached out his hand which was immediately greeted by Ahkam, "Om same Ahkam come home first huh, Cila, sometime we meet again huh, son!"

"Drug, Assalamu'alaikum!" This time it was Ahkam who said his greetings first. The boy began to step following Zidan after hearing the reply of a greeting from Cila.

Cila stared at the two bikes that were starting to move away from the park. His round eyes continued to observe the bike, until it was lost at the intersection.

"He's Cila!"