A marriage full of wounds

chapter 3

"What, mommy's joking?" A surprised shriek was heard in a closed and secret room.

The man who was now staring in disbelief at the woman called mommy, how shocked he was, upon hearing the request, this very precious woman of his life.

Jeffin still continued to look at the mommy where the middle-aged woman was looking at her only son with a look of hope.

"Mom!" Talk with a frustrated face.

Jeffin, scooping his own firm face violently. accompanied by heavy breathing and frustration.

Madame Margaretha walked towards the window of the room, which made her grey eyes presented by a beautiful sight.

He folded his hands in front of his chest. Lady Margaretha, once again pleaded with her son to marry Catherine. No. .. more precisely, mistress Margaretha forced her son and marked there was no other choice.

"Married, with. As, mommy's life owed to the girl.and ... as a past debt, mommy," he concluded with a look forward, and said softly at the end of his sentence.

"That's impossible, mom," Jeffin protested with a face that was so vexed.

"That means, you don't love, mommy," replied Madame Margaretha, who made her son — silent a thousand languages.

Madame Margaretha turned her body and returned a fixed gaze to Jeffin.

Jeffin also returned the gaze of the mommy which indicates no objection.

"But, mom. How about …."

"Until, when will you hope. And ... until when mommy will wait for the presence of one, grandchild." Lady Margaretha cut off the words of her own son and she spoke with great firmness as a mommy.

"Please, mom," asked Jeffin, pleading with Margaretha's mistress, to cancel her plan.

"No! Let's just say, this is the first and last request, mommy," miss Margaretha returns, which again leaves Jeffin mute.

Jeffin stretched his wide back on the back of the sofa with a heavy breath. Jeffin has no right, to refuse. If mommy brought up the request.

Jeffin always expected his mommy to want a request from him. But .. Ms. Margaretha, always refused and said, there was a time when she would make a request to him.

So...this is the mommy's first request? Which he always kept and when did he want that request?

Jeffin covered his face that looked so frustrating, using both of his burly palms.

Meanwhile, Madame Margaretha simply stared at her son with an indisputable look of command.

"Be prepared! Excited lady Margaretha.  "Tomorrow morning, you will marry" continued Madame Margaretha in a commanding and affirmative tone.

Jeffin did not reply, he could only put on his frustrated face and. No, there is no other choice but to surrender to the mother's request.

Madame Margaretha, from then on out of the closed room and left her son alone, in a state of indecision.

While in a room, a neat look was in the villa, mistress Margaretha. More precisely, on a luxurious bed. A petite girl was hiding her beautiful face under the pillow.

The girl looks flowery with a shy face. 

Shadow, the figure of her future husband so make her careless. It was hard to close his eyes. Jeffin's flat, stern face made Catherine continue to publish her happy smile.

Tomorrow, the handsome man — will be her husband, her life companion. Hopefully, the man who has a firm face and the owner of the charismatic aura can accept also love him. Like him who has fallen in love with — the figure of his future life companion.

 

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"Hows it? What, you found out about the girl," a man with a rich wife who was standing on the balcony of the room, raised a question to his men, who stood behind the man who had that arrogant impression.

"He, clean sir. She ... is known by some residents here, as a gentle and sincere girl. She ... was also just an orphan girl. Working as a winery laborer in the mistress' estate." Slightly with a tone of conviction.

Jeffin turned his athletic height and sharp eyes, staring fixedly at the man. "How about what mommy said, debt in the past. What, you found the answer?" Jeffin returned the question with an intonation of his heavy voice.

"No, sir! Looks like, only the big lady knows about it" explained Jeffin's men.

Jeffin was silent again.  He now turned his eyes forward.  Should she accept this match?  Must be able, because he himself has no other choice, other than resigned to accept the mother's request.

"What, is he the one who saved, mommy?" Back, Jeffin threw a question.

Jeffin, back to silence. He then ordered his men to come out. His expensive phone vibrated.  Jeffin immediately pressed the green button, stuck his fancy phone in the ear, while walking into the room.

"What's wrong?" The man replied, when he heard the greeting from across the street.

" …"

"Hm! Tomorrow I'll be there" Jeffin said, massaging both of his thick brow lines.

" …."

"No." Answer's short.

"...."

"Hm! Keep looking after him and — don't leave him alone," Jeffin's orders were firm.

" …."

"Hm!"

"Too"

Jeffin, throw his cell phone on the bed. Followed by his stocky body he threw it on the soft bed.

Jeffin let out a long and heavy sigh, he continued to scan the ceiling of the room, with the thought of making him confused.

Once again, Jeffin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, along with his closed eyes. Before being closed, Jeffin expressed his longing for someone.

"I miss you dear" he whispered, followed by a regular roar of breath.

The next day, Catherine and Jeffin's wedding was held at a house of worship in the village. Witnessed by some villagers who knew Catherine well, the wine-picking labourer mistress Margaretha. 

Seen the look of the happy face of the citizens who really recognize the figure of Catherine. They were so enthusiastic about preparing all the needs of the sacred event between Jeffin and Catherine.

They prayed for the best for Catherine, including happiness for the girl they knew so well.

They were grateful, Catherine got a perfect companion. In terms of physical, appearance and also material. They, considering this, are — a blessing from God, for the kindness of the girl.

Catherine herself did not stop showing off her happy smile that was so charming. 

Although nervousness attacked the entire flow of blood in his body, when side by side with the figure of a flat-faced and cold man, let alone — in when they pledged each other's sacred marriage while looking at each other's faces.

Catherine could not help but feel her stubbornness and nervousness, as Jeffin's soft and warm burly hands pinned a beautiful wedding ring. 

For Catherine, the exorbitant ring was not important, she said, at this time was the wife of Jeffin William Abraham. The figure of a man who has won his heart and love. To make her crazy about the figure of her husband who has just changed his status to a wife.

Catherine did not even care, when Jeffin left her alone, when the clergy and who witnessed their wedding, to kiss.

The unpleasant face of the citizens who were there was undeniable, they looked at Catherine who continued to show off her best smile. And ... give wise reasons to other citizens.

That, her husband does not like the affairs of his frivolity and taboo on the show. The people who loved Catherine were relieved. 

Catherine could only understand the husband's attitude and behavior. They had just met and were soon married, perhaps her husband was not used to her. Therefore, Catherine would try to get her husband's heart.

Jeffin himself had started to get fed up and caught off guard, being in the middle, the villagers of — who, he thought, did not deserve to be around.

He was also sick of seeing Catherine's happy face and Jeffin hated her so much. According to him, Catherine's kindness was merely a hoax. To attract, sympathize and concern the mommy. Women who value social and material status.

Jeffin died Catherine herself in the middle of the wedding, he felt disgusted to be beside Catherine. She ... fed up. And wanted to insult the girl, who, unfortunately, was already his wife now.

Jeffin swore, inwardly. Catherine's life will suffer. Because he had to marry that girl. The girl who was just like dust stuck to her shoes. That is, fill Jeffin's mind and heart now.