Sagaras
The Part 46

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"Want my prayers go to Mamah, if I'm not her son, who else?" he said sad and Aisyah understood that even though her fate was much more fortunate because her parents were still complete, Father and Mother and a healthy Mas Fatih were the most valuable Rejeki for her.

"You're right, Saga. Keep being a good child, pious and also responsible," replied Aisyah who tried to calm the husband whose two eyes were already glazed.

He knows that Sagara is indeed an orphan who lived in his mother three years ago because of a disease that is quite severe. The fear and trauma that slowly makes Sagara become a free child out there because in addition to the loss of attention from his father who is too late in grief.

That loneliness in Sagara lanterns on the road with friends and friends. But in the eyes of the family he is still a kind-hearted child and not arrogant even though of them must take turns facing Sagara's homeroom teacher at school.

"Let me introduce you to Mama, how?"

Aisyah who was confused by her husband's offer directly linked her two eyebrows, and that expression was adorable in Sagara's eyes.

"We go to Mama's grave, I want you to meet despite being blocked by Red land," explained the handsome young man.

"Oh, okay. I will, for whether or not your Mother remains my In-law and it remains Your Heaven" replied Aisha.

"Adududududu, Cuit really Sagara's wife even though the Maharanya only 2500," his temptation that even makes both eyes Aisyah perfectly round.

I want it to feel like the woman is beating the Youth in front of her because it always makes her heart as if riding a Rollercoaster.

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After carrying out the main obligations of the two as husband and wife on the first day, Aisyah also did other things including bathing alternately before they finally had breakfast with Papa Zico as well.

Although they initially argue but Aisyah also according to when Sagara insisted on staying School even though his hand was still injured.

"You want to come, come on."

"You what? so your teacher's mother, huh?" sahut Aisyah who just finished treating her husband's hand just finished cleaning herself and again and again Sagara only wears a towel limited to the waist.

"I'm a hidden wife, you mean?"

"Hem, maybe. Because I don't want to share the beauty of God with others" said Sagara who stared fixedly at his wife's eyes.

He was happy because since last night so freely and freely enjoy the beautiful face of Aisyah that is not covered by a veil as usual.

"Yes I have prepared your equipment first," said Aisyah who realized that the day was getting more and more daytime. The woman certainly does not want Sagara until it is too late to come to the place where he demands knowledge.

Who would have thought Aisyah's steps were followed by her husband who entered the dressing room because his heart's intention would call Sagara when she had prepared her husband's school uniform.

"Quickly put on, I wait outside," Aisyah said, only to nod her head and smile meaningfully.

Sagara who is happy now in the attention and care of his parents, and one sweet memory was terbesit in his mind that is a habit that is often done mama on his papa.

"Aish, can you help me?" pinta Sagara handed a long cloth to his wife after she finished wearing her school uniform, which she left for a few months.

"Certainly, come here," is not awkward, it's just that Aisyah has to accept and get used to the closeness that is not one or two days but as much as possible until death separates.

"Why smile smile?" sagara asked his wife as she tidied the long cloth around her neck.

"It's funny" said Aisyah who now began to chuckle.

"Funny? funny why?" ask her husband again.

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I should've worn Dasi to my husband's work suit, not even his high school uniform...