When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Stunned See Wife Beauty

"Who's Laila?" tanya Siska quickly made the look on Haikal's face turn tense. The man was surprised to hear the wife's question.

"Who's Laila, Mas? Answer me!" resolutely Siska stared fixedly at the stiff face of her husband.

Haikal took off Siska's hand pants, and he got into his car. Without answering the wife's question.

"Mas, you haven't answered my question! Who's Layla?" The woman knocked on the window of her husband's car.

Haikal ignored, the handsome man immediately left from there. He's plugging gas in the car, leaving the yard. Siska was only able to stare at the departure of the husband.

Huffs.

The woman breathed a heavy sigh, she tried to remain strong and prejudiced, in order to calm her heart and soul. He was dizzy, and did not want to add to the dizziness again by thinking about who Layla was.

"I would be crazy if I thought of Layla Jablay" murmured Siska smacked her head softly.

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A middle-aged woman stood before her house. He saw Siska in the garage of the house, smiling brightly at the woman he had met once during morning sports.

"Lit Siska!" his call was loud making Siska turn her attention towards him.

Siska also smiled brightly. The woman immediately stepped closer to the fence of her house.

"But Fatimah! What's up, Buk?" Siska asked politely to her neighbor.

"Where are you planning to go today?" asked the middle-aged woman to respect Siska by calling Ibuk.

"Not going anywhere, Buk. The plan is just to watch Korean Drama while snacking. Why is that, Buk?" Siska asked back with a puzzled look on her face.

"I would like to invite Ibuk to study at the Nurul Iman mosque today, Ibuk would not?" taking the middle-aged woman made Siska surprised.

The woman gulped her saliva roughly. It has been years he never taught again, to the mosque was time lebaran only. The rest is not, nervous of course and a little scared.

However, if he refuses it is not possible, because he is honest that he is not going anywhere. Fatimah saw the doubt on Siska's face.

"Come, Buk. Occasionally go to the mosque to study. At least once a month we go to the mosque let our lives be blessed. Believe me, at first it was bosen and sleepy when the dread of ustadzah taught. But if you are used to it. Surely it will be collectible, there also we will get a lot of knowledge about marriage. Let alone the science of seducing a husband cold as a two-door refrigerator!" rayu Fatimah makes the look of Siska's face bright.

Hearing Fatimah's last words, made her excited.

"But then there won't be asked that, right, Buk? I haven't taught for a long time. So, let's go, Buk!" reply Siska nervously made Fatimah smile amusedly.

"No way, Buk. At most we will ask the same ustadzah!"

"Well, then I'm coming, what time is the lecture, Buk?" ask Siska happily.

"Hour 09:00, Buk. But, we're getting ready now so we can sit in the front shaf."

"Good, Buk. How do I use my car?" tawar Siska's.

"Okay, Buk. How are we going to walk? Itung-itung to get a lot of reward, the bonus we can be healthier, hehe!" reply Fatimah while chuckling amusedly.

Siska nodded her head. They both went back to their homes to get ready to go to school. Siska takes out her best dress that she keeps in the closet.

The woman smiled brightly.

"Well, meet you too! Hihi ... This game was once bought in the same Mas Haikal dating time for Lebaran," murmured Siska slowly.

The woman looked at her reflection in front of the mirror while matching the white-colored robe with her body. Siska smiled brightly, it turns out that the game is still beautiful and durable.

"I'm going to take a shower! Hihi .. if there is Reihan surely he will be seneng see his mother participate in the study .. haiss ... Reihan mama misses," screeches Siska in the bathroom.

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"Ck, next time I have to be more thorough," Haikal murmured softly.

The man had glanced at the mosque in front of the hallway of his home complex was very crowded. Filled by men and women, but dominant by men.

"Tumben rame" Haikal murmured softly.

After a long journey, the man arrived at his home. Soon he entered the house. However, when we arrived at the living room. He saw his wife coming down the stairs wearing shar'i clothes with natiraly makeup.

Degg.

Haikal's heart beat like an ABG child in love at first sight. She was surprised by the beauty of the wife wearing covered clothes. His chest was pounding, his stomach was amused like there were thousands of butterflies flying inside.

"That's a big deal," the man murmured softly.

"Eh, Mum? How come you're going home again? Is anyone missing?" Siska asked innocently looking at the husband standing in front of the stairs.

"Mass?" call Siska softly when the husband does not answer her questions.

"Mas, why are you so dumb?" siska asked again to make Haikal aware.

Haikal's red cheeks, embarrassedly looked at his wife with a look of admiration.

"I-i."

Haikal has not yet settled his case. The sound of the bell ringing made Siska smile brightly.

"Mas, I went to study first at the Nurul Iman mosque. With our neighbor Fatimah Buk! Assalamualaikum."

Siska kissed the back of her husband's hand and left. Without realizing that the husband was surprised by his attitude.

Haikal's hands were still floating in the air. He looked at his hands that were kissed by his wife. Somehow his frozen heart slowly melted like it was doused by warm water.

As the withered flower now re-bloomed, it was even more blooming and fragrant than before.

"Is this a dream?" ask him to yourself. It's too taboo to see his wife wearing shar'i. Usually Siska often wears clothes lacking material.

He looked back and saw the silhouette of his wife coming out of the house. Door tightly closed.

Soon Haikal opened the door of his house. It appeared that the wife was holding hands with a middle-aged woman dressed in syar'i as well.

"Oh, that's my husband and I'll look at my mother!" the whisper of Fatimah made Siska turn to the door of her house.

He waved his hand, with a sweet smile framing his face.

"I'm going first, Mom. Bye-bye." Siska smiled brightly like Reihan. Then go on foot leaving Haikal glued to the door of the house.

"Nurul Iman Mosque? Not that I've seen so many men there," Haikal murmured softly with a burning jealousy in his chest.

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