THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 89 - MAY HAPPINESS ALWAYS BE IN MY LIFE

The Maharani story ended after a long time we vented up to five hours.

Jordan regained his full consciousness at six o'clock exactly azan Maghrib reverberated.

My sister-in-law was complaining of body-wide pain. Make Mama Tiur call a blind masseuse who is commonly called security when not feeling well.

I myself entered the room after the Maghrib prayer and as usual, quality time with my Husband on the balcony of the room while enjoying a cup of hot chocolate that is now even a opium.

"To be honest I was jealous when you hugged Jordan tightly!"

I smiled with anxiety at his confession.

"That's not Jordan, Mas! Hehe..."

"Remain, her body is the body of my sister who loves you with all her heart!"

"Hehehe... Pardon me! But the girl is pathetic!"

My husband hugged me tightly until my breathing was a bit congested.

"Yes..."

"If with another man you are like that, hm... Don't tell me I'm cruel later huh?" he pretended to be very angry.

I laugh. Husband's funny. Even though he was an adult, 40 years old.

It turns out that a lot of age is not a guarantee someone can hold the jealousy in a partner.

It feels good, there are couples who love and are angry when we act a little naughty to make him worry in two.

"I'll never wish you, Mom!"

"Really?"

"hey are. It's stupid that I'll reach you! There will never be a better man than you, Mom! I'm lucky to have you!"

I'm happy, my husband's smile expands.

It feels, like actually getting a crumbling durian has got you, Mas!

"Yes!"

"Hm?"

"Close your eyes, I have a gift!"

My chest is pounding. A bounty? What reward?

I obeyed his orders.

And...

"This, for you. For us and the future!"

"What's this?"

A large brown map My husband thrust with a sumringah face.

"Open up!"

With an impatient heart, but the more stubborn I opened the big map.

3-hectare factory certificate.

I gawk. My lips are wide open.

"This is the sustenance of our marriage!" he said with a sweet smile.

"This...,"

"Keep neat in the safe, Yang!"

I can only admire. While giving thanks thank you thank God.

Truly the blessings of this world God has sent down upon us.

I embrace my husband lovingly. It seemed, his achievements were getting higher and higher than his expectations.

"We're moving at the end of the month to a new factory building! The factory is too narrow to accommodate new machines and new employees too!"

"It feels like a very beautiful dream, Mom!"

"You're the bearer of blessings to me, dear!"

"You're the one who works so hard, Mom! I didn't do anything not even work after marriage. Lately we've been so busy taking care of my family. Until you forget your business, baby!"

In return, I made my husband a healthy drink.A glass of herbal medicine mixed with real honey and two chicken eggs.

I also gave a gentle massage to the whole body of Mas Jonathan.

I used to love massaging Irsyad when we were together. Every month at least I do for his fitness.

But, hhh...

I don't want to remember the bitter past.

My husband is Jonathan now. Tens of times his kindness on Irsyad's appeal.

Of course my husband is now the best.

For that I just want to pamper Mas Jonathan and I have to erase this bad memory for my happiness.

Not yet we reached klim*ks unification, suddenly my phone rang.

We pretended to ignore it. But his ringing continuously made Mas Jonathan take it and give it to me with a slightly irritated look on his face.

I just smiled wryly.

Unknown number?

I left it without picking up a phone call. We were busy again.

"From who?" ask Jonathan.

"Of course, Yang! Just ignore it, hehehe.. responsibility!"

"Can I lift?" I asked because I was a little disturbed too.

"Can!"

Between us there are no secrets. My free hapeku Jonathan is open. And vice versa.

"Hallo's? Assalamualaikum..."

...[.Hallo's? Is this Liana's phone?]...

"Yes. My husband! Who is this with?"

...[.I'm Katliya, Mas! May I speak to Brother Liana for a moment? There needs to be important. Help u!]...

"Hhh... Honey, Katliya said. I want to talk important!"

Katlieya? What's that woman want???

I shook my head. Refusing to talk to him.

"Sorry, Mom! My wife is sleepy. I'd better call Liana again tomorrow. It's our break! Sorry..."

...[.Please, Mas! It's so important! Hix... My husband is in prison. I am also very pregnant. Help please!]...

"Take another phone call. Sorry..."

I-i know. My husband is also uncomfortable because the actor of my first husband suddenly called and confided that Irsyad is now in custody.

What business is it to call me? Asking help? I'm not a foundation bureau or an NGO that can be asked for public affairs help!

"Darling, let's move on!" whispered my husband with the intention of diverting my mind.

He knew, I was an easily affected person with a miserable situation. Anyone or any problem, I have a high empathy to interfere with it.

Jonathan was a little uncomfortable with my nature. He also expressed his opinion so that I would think a little about my own situation rather than thinking of others.

There is a point too. I also sometimes like to be upset with my own nature. Want to change yourself, but all need the process and help of the closest people. The nature that formed from young, because I once felt very unpleasant to live ignored people.

We again try to continue the intimacy that was delayed.

The harmony of our household is far more valuable than any news out there.

I have to change the game for a better tomorrow.

Tonight we ask Allah Ta'ala, that our household be given the grace and gift of happiness to remain intact in the future. Aami...

Wrestling in bed with two games, I think it's enough for us to exercise at night.

The smile full of satisfaction and the sweat that poured out made me happy because Mas Jonathan always praised my game.

What an immeasurable pride, when a couple says we are so great in bed. All tired during the day, as if yawning. Change a happy smile until unconscious asleep.

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