Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
GOODBYE, MIKE!

"I...." One pinch landed perfectly on my cheek. It's so cool that I didn't realize Om Zidan opened the door! And now I stand beside me!

"Not half an hour have I left you! But you've been playing with the other guy behind me!"

Huh huh? I also wave, throw Hp on the mattress and immediately focus on looking at Om Zidan's face. I forgot Mike was going to play guitar and sing for us.

"Sorry."

Om Zidan answered nothing. His face looked irritated, with pursed lips, and also the two eyeballs looking at me with deep meaning. Gesture, if she's jealous!

"Sorry, Om. Manda was tempted by her instagram live notifications!"

My first move, trying to admit a mistake first.

"Yes. Manda promised not to watch her live again. Promise, Om!" I tried to touch his face. He even brushed my hand away. His pity expression was really what he was showing now!

"How many more times do I have to tell you, Manda. I don't like him! You always forget about anything about that Mike-Mike! Look now, you're not even aware of my existence!"

Om Zidan took off all the snacks he brought in front of me. He just got back from the minimarket. And I thought, while waiting for him to come home, I could still wash my eyes by watching Mike's live broadcast first!

"Whatever, I'm tired! You go with him!" Om Zidan got on the bed, got behind me. His burly hand pulled the blanket and also the bolster pillow. He hid like a girl who was licking behind the black blanket.

Taking a slow breath, I ventured to approach her. I was wrong, knowing he didn't like being cheated on. Especially with Mike D'angelo. He did not like it the most! But me, I always make the same mistake!

I realize that!

"Of!" When my hand touched his shoulder. He shifted to know me. "Sorry, Om. My manda is wrong! Manda is aware, Manda is wrong!"

"And you still repeat that mistake! Keep it that way! Until when?!" without looking at me.

"Sorry, Om. Om you know yourself, Manda has long idolized him. So it's very hard for Manda to escape her world!"

My second move, looking safe by not mentioning Mike's name! Or the name of another man who makes Om Zidan jealous.

"Hmmm. Always the reason!" He pulled the blanket over, so that all his body went into the blanket.

Hihahi. I'm gemes plus scared too!

"Om Zidanku baby...."

"Don't persuade me!"

"What do I want, Om Zidanku!" Instead of complying, I was even more eager to persuade him. He is so, if he says don't persuade, it means persuade me. So is his heart!

"Om Zidan what do you want? Want Manda to forget all about him?"

Om Zidan is still silent.

"What does my husband want?"

My third move, calling Om Zidan with my Husband's call!!

"You hug?!" I asked and hugged him. And he neither brushed nor evaded. I smiled too.

"You want to kiss too?" I peed his cheek three times. He's still quiet.

"What else do you want?" The more tightly I clenched his body. As tightly as possible. As if to tell Om Zidan, that I too am afraid of losing him.

"Still not forgiven, huh?" I asked while looking at his face that looked ordinary. "What else do you have to do, Om?"

"Sleep, I'm really tired, Manda!"

Huh huh? At once I felt a huge rock hit my chest very hard. It hurts so much, hiks.

"Of....."

The last step, apologizing with tears.

"Omm? Maapin Mand...." My tears really fell. And maybe about his neck. Until he turned his body to face me.

"Why cry?"

Nah, kan. He was starting to look panicked. Not in vain, my efforts!

"You know, Manda realized, Manda was wrong, Om. Manda apologizes for Manda's mistake... Manda just wants to apologize from Om. Manda persuaded Om Zidan, but...."

"Don't cry anymore!" He slowly pulled my body into his warm embrace. His hand stroked my head to my back gently.

Instead of stopping, the sound of my sobbing became even more so.

"Manda...." He tightened his embrace. "I've already taken you. Really, stop crying.... My heart hurts to hear your cry!"

Late Om! My tears won't stop coming out now! He's comfortable!

"Manda, please.... Quit...." He wiped my tears. The net looked at me softly. "Don't cry anymore, yeah. I want you, really!"

"Hiks, Om still upset with Manda?"

"Om tired of Manda's attitude!"

Om Zidan shook his head again and his lips smiled sweetly at me. "Not at all, I'm never tired and tired of anything that's on my Little Wife!"

"But earlier, Om said....."

"No, that's not what I meant!" He interrupted my words. "I mean, I'm tired of you saying that Mike-Mike. I'm a gini, 'cause I love you, Manda. I love all the time that's been wasted so much for the less useful."

Om Zidan looked at me, then peeked at my two cheeks, forehead and lastly my chin.

"I'm not going to deny you that anyone. But, as a Husband, I have an obligation to lead you down a better path!"

"I mean, Om. I have to stop cravings for him?"

"I'm not asking you to stop right away, Manda. Just reduce, idolatry as appropriate. Because there is someone more worthy of your idolatry, to admire the glory of his character, to call his name every day." With such a soft tone Om Zidan delivered it.

"Who, Om?" I innocently said. Really don't know anything. There is no shadow as to who Om Zidan is referring to.

"Rasulullah. He should be the ultimate idol, right?!"

Deg. At once I was silent without saying anything. I looked at Om Zidan's smiling face soothingly.

"Can you, Manda?"

Without thinking for long. I nodded my head, agreeing. "You'll try, Om. Help Manda...."

"Calm down, I'm here with you. I will accompany you every step of the way! Walk together to find his Ridho!"

Aaaa. I completely melted and melted it. "Thank you, yeah, Om!"

"Together, Honey!" He pulled the blanket, then grabbed my body. "Everything needs a process, Manda. No one is instant and no one is perfect, everyone has done wrong. No exception to me! So, I also apologize for all my mistakes!"

"Om never admitting any wrongdoing to me!" I muttered while tapping on his chest.

"Without you even saying it, I also realize where my mistake is, Manda. I realize I'm often childish when I'm with you."

"But I like that, Om! I like the same Om like that, because I feel, Om really need my affection and attention. I felt Om loved me so much, and I felt, I was so precious, that Om didn't want anyone else to take over my attention!"

Om Zidan chuckled at my words. "Yes, that's what I mean! And you turned out to be very sensitive to it!"

He stroked my head proudly. "Thank you for marrying me!"

Wrong, Om. I should be the one to thank you for marrying a snot girl like me! The girl who can't even take care of all your needs and needs!

But just calm down, I will also learn to be a good wife for you. Which is not a burden when Om is sniped later!

Good bye, Mike! I have to learn to forget you. Even if I knew, it would be a little heavy for me!

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"When you are on the right path to God. So run, if it is difficult for you, then run small. If you are tired, then walk, and you are not able to? Crawl up! Never turn around or stop!"

imam Syafi'i - Imam

Om Zidan's Instagram story this morning made me smile. He also marked me in the story.

"Omm?" Call me when he just came out of the bathroom. His black hair still looked wet, a few drops of water his hair dripped on his shoulders as well as his chest.

"Why, Manda?"

"Emm." I stepped closer to him. "May Manda ask for something?"

"Say, whatever it is, I'll give it to you!"

"May buyin Manda Al-Qur'an? Who's got a translation, a small one, that Manda can take to school?" I looked down, unable to look at him.

"Hey!" He held my chin, so that my head was raised, and my eyes were met with beautiful eyes. He smiled as he looked at me.

"Sure, I will definitely buy it for you, or will you go too?"

I nodded slowly.

"After school, yes, my dear!" He looked down to kiss my head. Brushed briefly.

"Now come down, wait at the dinner table!" said Om Zidan who was not ready. I have worn all my school uniforms.

"Here you are, Om. Count the eye wash! Hehe...."

Om Zidan also smiled embarrassedly to hear my words while shaking slowly. He stepped closer to the closet and casually put on all his clothes. While I who saw it can only be spit.

Hohoho, hold that Tear Bread!

Still early in the morning, it was made the same mess as the handsome Husband. Good thing my husband, not a husband!

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