100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Painting in Emil's room

EMil POV.

I was still smiling happily, thinking that Namira was really jealous of me, seeing Stevia kiss me at the Hospital, which meant that Namira still loved me, or at least, that she was, there was still a little bit of pain for me behind her heartache and anger due to sadistic words that had previously been thrown free from my mouth which I realized was full of insolence.

Well, if there is still a chance, it is good for me to fight, it will also make my broken heart calmer, is not a real man a man who is heartened to fight for his love? Fighting women? It could only be called a man with pride.

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Namira came out of the bathroom with her long wet hair which she dried using a white towel, no bathrobe covered her body, not that she was te.lang.jang, not that she was, Namira came out of the bathroom with a long, short-sleeved dress. He even changed clothes in the bathroom, thankfully the bathroom in my room was very spacious.

I pretended not to see Namira when I always stole a glance through my tail, Oh God,, I was so lucky to have a wife as beautiful and sexy as Namira, she remains charming in a simple dress.

I sat on a bed with a couch reading a book in the collection closet, when I was a teenager I liked to read, don't think too positively about me, because you'll be disappointed, my collection of books is a collection of adult love story Novels, never mind, ignore that.

Returning to Namira who was now standing in front of the glass of the dressing table, she was still busy drying her long hair.

"Khem!" code? No, I'm just loosening my stiff throat, because I want to talk to her, hey, why do I feel like a kid in love?

"There's a hair dryer in the drawer, you can use it if you want." I said without turning my head, opening sheet after sheet of books that I no longer focus on reading.

"Oh, thankyou," Namira opened one drawer, two drawers, three drawers, and finally met. The noise of the hairdryer began to sound a while later, and I enjoyed the pleasant view from where I was sitting, oh God,, why is it like this? Seeing our loved ones dry their hair makes us feel happy, which is how much fun it is, Oh God, this woman makes me crazy.

Namira polishes her pretty face with thick makeup, well, I know, she's trying to disguise her face that still leaves her puffy due to crying too much, I'm sorry, right said Zio, I'm not a good husband to you. But I'll try to change, if you give me a chance.

"What are you reading?" Namira sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her phone which she had originally put on the nightstand, then played it.

This is what I like, we can start chatting better. Without tension, let alone fighting.

"Ordinary book," I answered briefly opening the next sheet, believe me, I'm not really reading, I glanced more at Namira who moved both thumbs on the screen of the phone like replying to a message, or status updates, or I don't know. I'm not sure yet because I don't really know the busyness of my sex wife.

"Emil," Namira stopped playing with her phone, and she stood up, walking towards a large painting on the wall of my room, I know, Namira had several glances at the special painting. I think he's curious.

"Can I ask you something?" namira asked as she stopped in front of a painting of a beautiful woman wearing a fancy dress sitting elegantly on a sofa.

"Hem,,," I answered as I closed the book, put it on the nightstand, then got off the bed and walked up to Namira, and stopped behind her.

"This painting is so pretty, you know? It's like someone who really lives in happiness, she's a very beautiful young woman and,,, what is it? Like,,,,"

"Like a noble lady!" I said, Namira looked surprised and turned to make us almost collide.

She was embarrassed, or nervous, I don't know, Namira looked down and turned back to me.

"What's he?"

"Who?" serbooks.

"The woman you love? I mean, is he real? Is he living in this world? Or is it just the imagination of the painter?"

I smiled before answering Namira's question, toying with her a little bit with an indirect answer would probably be nice, I would also know how Namira reacted, was it true that she was jealous if there was another woman I loved.

"Well, I love her, I love her so much, I even want to live with her if I could."

"She's so pretty, isn't Namira? Her beauty is very natural, and,,, luxurious! She was prettier than the image of the often-crueled angels." I continued my sentence while praising the beauty of the woman in the painting, trying to provoke the reaction Namira would give.

"Hem,, she's so pretty." Namira turned her body past me without looking at me.

"She's a woman I've never met before, and I swear by anything I'd really like to see her!" namira's steps stopped, I still did not take my eyes off the beautiful painting, I did miss him.

"Hopefully you can meet her, and be able to live with her happily," said Namira sounding soft, like there was a feeling of resignation.

I turned around, looking at Namira who was looking at me with two teary eyes if she did not quickly cut off our eyes and headed for the door of the room.

"She's my Mommy, Namira." I finally told the truth, and it worked so well to stop Namira from leaving here.

"Mommy?" he went back to the painting, now that he was standing near me, we both saw Mommy's beautiful painting.

"Was he painted when he was young? She is very beautiful" Namira said, taking pictures of Mommy's painting using her mobile phone.

"You jealous?"

"Huh?" Namira suddenly saw me, I knew she was nervous.

"No, I'm not jealous, why am I jealous?" namira's argument doesn't accept that I'm jealous of her.

I smiled before I spoke again, I really felt good to find Namira who I believed was jealous even though she did not admit it.

"Yes, you're jealous when I say I love her, you're jealous if I love another woman."

"It looks like you haven't taken your medicine today, Emil, so your injured head made you think wrong. Just so you know, I'm not jealous, and I don't care that even if you have another woman out there, I still remember the exact first point of our contract marriage agreement" Namira rushed away before I finally managed to catch her hand, and Namira's body turned around instantly as I pulled her, she almost hit me, we were facing each other so close, I could even feel her breath and her scent that made me want to, I was so happy,, Oh God....

Namira pushed me rudely, but I liked her rejection this time. Because it's even more obvious that Namira still has a taste for me.

"You're wrong, I need to tell you that if I'm not jealous, stop coming to terms with something without you knowing the truth." Namira left, exiting the room after saying that sentence.

Men, let me tell you something about women, the word no from her can say yes, but it can also mean no, and the word yes from her can mean no, or it really does. Ah, I don't know,, women are complicated and annoying.

You can lie to yourself, Namira, but you won't be able to lie to your heart, and I'll be patient waiting until you tell me how you feel. And when that comes, I will make you all mine. I will never let go again.

'Cloth!'

I was a little surprised, Namira who just came out back in, I frowned, not understanding.

"Can we start our charade now?" namira's asking makes me feel amused. Why does she look so adorable like this? Ah,,, I think I should strengthen my faith later tonight to not pounce on him straight away, or he'll get mad and hate me even more.

"Sure!" I replied as I stepped towards her, then took Namira's friendly hand and we went down together towards the dining table. Time to have dinner with the big family.

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Written in the view of Emil first yes,,, mumpung doi again kasmaran. 🤣