When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Hugs Longs

Siska left the pesantren, Aisyah ustadzah shed her tears, it was difficult to let go of Siska. The woman was a very good life companion, Siska was loyal and very kind. The graduates who teach in the pesantren already love Siska very much.

"Just play here! We'll all miss you so much!" said Aisyah's ustadzah with a trembling voice holding back the cries. Siska bit her lower lip. He smiled behind the veil.

Yes, Siska has hijrah. He not only wears a hijab, but also a veil. The woman wants to change her appearance to be more awake her beauty only for the husband.

The effect of improving the prayer, makes the character of Siska better. Not only that, he was surrounded by good people.

"Definitely! God willing, I will be here with my husband. Thank you to all ustadzah, for making friends with me and guiding me to become a better person!" Siska said in a raucous voice. Make the Ustadzah there immediately cry.

They immediately hugged Siska. Do not forget to kiss the little princess Siska who looks very adorable asleep in her mother's sling.

"Bismillah, may you be a good boy and Sholeha, son."

They all wish Siska and her son the best.

Siska went to get her in-laws. He entrusted Beby to the in-laws and ordered.

"Ma, don't let Mas Haikal meet Beby huh! If you meet later, just tell me this is mom's friend. But, if you can't see me, Ma. You see, I really want to give Mas Haikal a surprise later! I want to know Beby to Mas Haikal myself!"

Siska whines at her in-laws. Haikal's mother laughed softly. They agreed to Siska's request. They will take care of their beautiful grandchildren.

"Yes! But don't you work long, Haikal. He's almost alone because he misses you!" haikal's mother's chirps made Siska laugh out loud.

"Yes-yes, Ma."

They immediately headed to Haikal's parents' mansion.

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When morning came, Siska immediately went to her husband's house which of course was also his home. He left Beby to the in-laws, not forgetting he left the ASI he had pumped and put it in a bottle.

When he arrived at his house, he rang the bell. Siska's heart was beating fast. She was feeling very nervous now, impatient to meet her beloved husband.

"Bismillah, O God."

Shortly after, the door of the house opened. Made Siska swallow her saliva rough. The husband was standing in front of her with a handsome and fit face. Haikal's face looked fresh and bright.

Understandably, Haikal often washed his face with ablution water. Moreover, he prays tahajud. It must be that the aura emanating on her face was very beautiful and soul soothing.

"Assalamualaik." Siska changed her voice to be more refined and polite.

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"Assalamualaik." Siska repeated her greeting.

Soon the man pulled Siska into his arms. Making the woman surprised, various question marks came out in her head.

Has his disguise failed? Does the husband know himself? Didn't Siska change her voice?

Oh Allah ... How is this? Intentions to work on her husband. But, it ended up failing.

However, Siska also enjoyed the embrace. Haikal's fragrant body was smelled by his sense of smell, making his heart calm.

"Mas, you smell so good? Hemm ... I miss kissing your ketek," inner Siska misses the scent of Haikal's body.

"Darling! Hiks .. I miss you." Haikal shed his tears. He was very sure that the veiled woman in front of him was Siska.

"Father! Why hug another woman?" the scream Reihan who had just arrived made Siska realize that he immediately pushed the rough body of Haikal.

"Mama ih .. he said he wanted to act as a teacher, Brother. But, why do you want to be in papa's arms?" sumpul Reihan in the heart.

The little boy knew his mother's intentions. From dawn he was waiting for the arrival of the mother who would become a teacher njai pretend her.

"Another woman?" haikal muttered softly in surprise then looked at the veiled woman with a surprised look.

"Design it once you, Sir!" firmly Siska with a made-up voice stared intently at Haikal.

"A-You're not Siska, my wife?" haikal asked in a stammering voice trying to make sure he was right.

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