100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Ambiguous word of longing

The memorial of Alm. Grandfather while he was alive lasted lively nan solemn.

The large house is very crowded with invited guests who also celebrate, most of them are O'clan business colleagues or the closest people.

Aretha could not join, because our beautiful Tita was sick, just catching a cold said the doctor who examined her this afternoon, but Aretha did not have the heart to leave her little girl with only the sustaer, who was a little girl, and Mr. The CEO also asked Aretha to keep Tita in the room only.

"I'll join them for a while, at least say hello as the host, and after that I'll go straight back to see you guys" said Mr. The CEO on Aretha stroked her cheek gently and kissed Aretha's lips. Sweet.

I was happy but also sad to see the romantic scene, happy because my sister had got the right man in her life, so that she could unite herself lovingly, she said, but I also felt sad because my fate was inversely proportional to Aretha.

Haaah,, come on, this is the harvest of the seed I sown. Doing sek.s out of wedlock and finally embedded the award as a cheap woman from the man I love. Smiling bitterly full of regret.

Emil took me to greet some people, we chatted with the guests that I finally knew they were close friends of Emil since school, until their big family company worked together. Sexyola joined us, to be honest, I still didn't like her because she was so close to Emil. And even he was the bedmate of the man I loved, who was my husband for 100 days.

I'm sure their relationship will continue to this day, considering that every night Emil is with Sexyola, she is indeed a classy woman who is very beautiful and glamorous, the perfect type for a Casanova like Emil, while me? Only Upik ashes are enjoyed and thrown carelessly. Why does my heart still hurt when I remember that.

This is what I dislike about Sexyola the most, she takes Emil for granted in front of everyone when I am beside her, regardless of my feelings or my honor as his wife, stupid, stupid, Emil has not confirmed to the general public about our marriage, of course they do not know if I am his wife, so why should I feel my honor hurt?

Sexyola and Emil meet their other friends. Then me? Emil just left me alone, he followed Sexyola like a puppy who always cackles with his mother, can I be angry? I want to pull Emil's hand from Sexyola, then cut him off if I can do that.

Wait, that woman,,, the woman who hugged Sexyola, she was the sexy Doctor at City Hospital who kissed Emil. Brazen, they all one team met each other full of laughter while I was like a dust grain that was not considered. Fate, being in the crowd yet I felt alone.

"Namira,,,,"

I turned to the source of the voice that called my name softly.

"Yes, grandma?"

"This is Alm's old friend. Grandpa, he wants to see you,"

Thankfully, at least the presence of grandma and two old men who turned out to be old friends of Alm. Grandfather accompanied my solitude, and we had a pretty good conversation.

Grandma who told me about my grandfather's youth with great zeal, and her two friends brought Emil's name into the middle of our conversation, judging Emil as very similar to Alm. Grandfatherbiscuts.

"I've always seen young O'clans when I see Emil, they're very similar" one of the grandfathers argued.

"I agree with what you said!" grandma said chimed.

"Are you talking about me?" Emil came suddenly as he wrapped his sturdy hands around my waist, I smiled faintly.

I want to feel like I pushed Emil rough, if I need to punch him in the stomach hard, really brash, just now he left me, ignored me and gathered with his friends, ah, ah, or maybe they were the women of Emil's collection of bedmates, and now she shamelessly came clutching my waist just like that. As if innocent.

"You have a very beautiful Indonesian wife, Emil, you are as lucky as your grandfather" said one of Alm's old friends.

Emil landed a kiss on my head, I swallowed the coarse saliva as my body stiffened, but I hurriedly controlled myself so as not to arouse suspicion. Really, when Emil peeped at my head, I was very surprised. The code is completely natural.

"Grandfather pray, may your marriage last until death separates." said old friend Alm. The other grandpa.

"Aamiin,, cake, thank you." said Emil with a big smile.

Until death do us part? Then one of us has to die in the next two months? Is that so? My gut is in my heart. Again I smiled bitterly, considering our marriage was just a 100-day contract marriage, and would part ways after that back to live each other's lives. Huh,, if they knew.

"Oh yeah, we're still keeping their wedding a secret, they say they're waiting for the right time to go public, so, you guys keep this a secret" she told two old friends.

I smile, but I feel like crying, I hate this feeling.

Grandma and the two old men left me and Emil to greet the other guests.

I quickly took Emil's hand off my body, I felt like I was starting to not stand the charade we had to do, making my heart feel like it was being squeezed by a deep heartache. For a moment we had to act very romantic as a couple, and in the next second, Emil was able to adventure with women so freely.

"What's wrong?" emil asked in wonder, then he re-embraced my waist no matter what we did this could provoke everyone's attention.

I just grunt slowly, don't want to answer Emil's questions nor fight back, it's over, it's over in time.

The event continued with old video screenings while the grandfather was still alive, until the video of the wedding of the grandfather and grandmother, closed with a common prayer. The event was very successful.

I walked into the room, Emil behind me.

"Shelf!"

I stood in front of the dresser mirror, took off the earrings I was wearing, then the necklace, and finally took off the roll of hair that I had been carrying up. Feels relieved.

Emil stood behind me, we looked at each other from the reflection of the mirror.

"You angry?" emil asked as he touched both of my shoulders from behind, tightening our bodies. I can feel her touch activating all the positive nerves in my body, as an adult woman.

Getting angry? I'm not just angry, I hate it and I'm hurt too. I don't know if all the flavors mix without me understanding and I'll explain.

"Why am I angry?" I shook Emil's hand, dodged, but Emil pulled my rough hand until I turned around quickly and hit him.

"Ohh,,,!" Emil hugged me.

"Emil, what are you doing?" I pushed Emil's chest to release me, but he hugged me tighter.

"Just in a moment, Nami, let me hold you, I miss you so much." - Emil tightened his embrace on me.

A miss? What is the most appropriate word Emil really wants to convey to me as an expression of his longing? The se.ks?

"You can go see Sexyola or Doctor Stevia if you can't stand your longing" I said in response to Emil's longing but I meant ambiguous.

Emil took off his embrace to me slowly, I did not fight back, Emil looked at me sharply, and I chose to take my eyes off.

"What are you saying, Nami? I miss you, and you're exactly,"

"I can't do that with you anymore, Emil. No matter how low my dignity as a woman is in your eyes, I still have the self-esteem I must keep from repeating the same mistakes, falling into the arms of a man who only thinks I'm trash." my heart hurts so much and I want to cry when I say it.

"What do you mean, Nami?" Emil clutched my shoulder again, an even stronger grip. As if he didn't accept what I said.

"Well what do you mean by saying you miss me? Don't you mean se.ks?"

"Mira!" emil shouted while looking at me very sharp, his jaw hardened and his teeth clashed, his breathing roar was dusty, he was angry?

I looked into Emil's eyes trying to dive deeper into it, what did this man really feel? But it was my tears that were dripping. And I looked away and breathed a deep breath. Trying calm. My heart was pounding uncontrollably, with a heart that was still very painful.

"Take me off, because you have no right to touch me without my consent." I said it firmly.

"Don't forget the second point of our agreement, you have no right to impose his will." Emil took off the grip of his hand on my shoulder after I said that.

"Are you really going to finish that stupid deal, Nami?"

"Yes, of course, we agreed on it together, right? Have you changed your mind? Or do you want to end it sooner?"

Emil turned around, standing on my back by squeezing his hair roughly from front to back. Without a word, just stand up and we are both silent, I want to go to the bathroom to clean up if he does not talk back and my steps stop.

"I love you, Namira!"

Deg.

"Can you forgive all my mistakes?" Emil walked back towards me.

I don't know what to answer, I'm too afraid to get caught up in all the strings Emil said which would make me fall deeper and deeper into the depths of contempt.

"Nami, can we fix everything from the beginning?"

Emil held both of my hands, and we stared at each other deeply. Don't be too happy, because it's just my delusion, my hope, if Emil did that, if only.

Because in fact, Emil stepped out of the room leaving me and I kept walking into the bathroom. Crying lamenting a sad heart, where else would Emil go if not to play with the ja.lang. Right no? The word miss is the understanding of wanting to play bed.

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