Wife Sah Rasa Kebaban
Brother balek. [Happy ending. Finished]

When he heard the sound of his door knocking. The one in his mind, the mother-in-law. He is the one who is the most diligent in ensuring his condition. If when the mother enters and turns out she is still awake, then Sabrina will accompany her until her favorite daughter-in-law is asleep. Duh, delicious e. Other than one dong-in-law who is like Lady Sabrina is Lord.Sugeh, ayu, kind-hearted too. Hmm, the special one.

Aisyah rushed to grab her room door handle.

Chequek!

His eyes widened perfectly when he found out who was now there and stood in front of him.

The person who was complaining about how hard it is to resist longing, said Dylan in 1990. The person who complained about how hard it is to have a long distance relationship. Heavier than my burden.😅

Aisyah really felt pity and carried away feelings for the complaints of her beloved husband. But now what? The one who complained ina, this and anu earlier turned out to be here the person. He was smiling with the sweetest smile that further added to his handsome and charming impression.

Aisyah. He's pissed yo. He will soon turn into his room. However, Ale hurriedly held back one hand. The annoyed Aisyah immediately threw him down violently, then immediately closed the door of her room firmly.

"Aaakkkhh," Aisyah tried to ignore the scream of pain that came from her husband's lips.However, why is this room door so difficult to close?

Aisyah. And how surprised she was when her husband's hand without waving half a part, in front of her.

"Dragon!" his screech immediately reopened the wide door of his room.

"What's up? Why so desperate?" his grunts watched Ale's limp hands and warps like his boneless flesh.

While the person who is being feared is even laughing at the grim grin exactly the little boy who was found to help save money Mom.Untung handsome and sugeh ya Ai.Honey if it is pulled using a dipper.

"Kok laughing? Brother intentionally?" upset again by pulling Ale's hand which turned out to even pull him to enter the room.

"Abang kangen Ai's. Brother is not strong" he said after releasing all his longings and desires that he had to endure a few days ago.

"A flirty thing now, huh?" Aisyah took off her embrace. He trimmed his pajamas and also his hair that was random due to Ale's actions.

"Genit same wife itself is not sin and not adultery right Ai?" he said by pulling his wife's body back into his arms.

"Papa?" asked Aisyah confused.

"Nobody knows about Brother Ai's return,"

Ale looked at Aisyah in silence without a sound. However, his facial expression clearly implied a question and the magnitude of hope.

"What?" said Aisyah trying to guess Ale's eyes.

"Doubtful about me?"

Ale shakes. He knew his wife was not that type of woman. However, for some reason he felt less confident if later unable to meet the outward needs of the wife. If the Papa is really angry then, throw him out.

"My happiness is with you Bang. Not with your wealth and wealth. So even the loss will not be able to reduce the portion of my love and love for you,"

"Don't dream, baby. Is this really real?" he said while patting the wife's cheek repeatedly. He stopped as Aisyah grabbed his one hand. Then, change to pat her own cheek.

"That's really like this. Who is not sure, brother, why my cheeks are patted?" aisyah said as she pinched Ale's thigh strongly.

"Aww, sick Ai!" his weakness.

"Alhamdulillah!" timpal Aisha.

"Kok Alhamdulillah. This real pain. Not horror!"

"Yes, Alhamdulillah dong Bang if really sick, That means Abang is not dreaming. Its real life Bang! Real, not engineering!"

Ale fell silent. Indeed, his little wife is always able to make him happy and laugh. It is beautiful to get married without dating. Lovely dating after marriage.

Ale never sued God for their impromptu marriage. He was only convinced that this was the best destiny that had indeed become his hand line. This is the most beautiful gift God has prepared for her. Nothing is futile and coincidental, everything that happens in this world goes on and happens by His will.

They are happy in their stories. They laugh at their stories. When there are tears to be shed. Only! Wipe it very gently! Until he forgot there was a pain that made his tears flow again.

When he is sad. Embrace it! Give your shoulder as a place to lean. Even though you know that you are his sorrow. There is a lot of love that we do not have to pour in the form of romantic sentences or poems.

Sometimes a separation is what strengthens the bond of love that has just been built. Missing is heavy! And the cure is only one. Meet the.

I am the me. It's impossible to turn into you, him, let alone them.

Doing good is not a loss. We don't know which good will help us. Make God the best place to tell stories. Even if you just sit there crying!

Thank you for all my readers. This story ends here. Hopefully we can tell the story again soon.

Thank you to Allah.

So much from me. Greetings from Sumatran children.