An Unassumed Marriage

Can't leave him

Drett ....

Drett ....

Pram's phone rang and the master immediately stepped in from Anisa's side and picked up her mobile phone which continued to vibrate.

"Who's Yank?" anisa asked while tidying up her clothes.

Pram momentarily fell silent and stared at the screen of his phone. Where there is a contact named Adisty calling.

Then Pram gave the phone to Anisa. "It's a pity to talk to him and ask him what he wants!"

At first Anisa was silent and did not immediately take the phone. But because Pramana again gave her mobile phone, in the end Anisa took and shifted the green color icon.

With hesitation Anisa answered the phone. "Hello .. sorry What's needed?"

"I want to talk to Pram about it?" Adisty's voice from the other end of the phone.

Anisa glanced towards the Pram who settled herself. "There, but she's sleeping if there's a need .. I'll tell her!"

"Can't you wake up? I want to talk to him about important!" say back Adisty's voice from the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I don't dare wake him up, if there is a need to talk to me later I tell him, and that's the message he once gave me. If there's a call from Adisty's contact, just talk to me!" clearly Anisa while turning her head back towards Pramana who smiled at him and also peeked her forehead.

"Ck. Oh yeah, how is it? you want to release Pramana for me? after all you've been living with him for months! it's enough to be a substitute maybe you've got everything from Pram, and .. Now it's my turn to get it!" Adisty's voice sounded a little pressing.

Deghs.

A moment Anisa was silent she stared blankly at Pramana. Meanwhile he prepared himself to say something that would certainly be of quality. Anisa mustered up her courage to say something to Adisty.

"It used to be possible that I was just a substitute for the bride who had run away but for now I and Pram are legally married. And there's no reason for me to leave him he loves me so much. Neither will I let him down so sorry I can't leave him alone for someone who ever let him down!" anisa's voice trembled a little, in the deepest heart it felt.

Pram who listened to the words of Anisa half-clapped, he felt very happy his wife said so and how many times he kissed the head of the wife.

"You're not being rude, are you? I left him because I had to, for a purpose and now I'm back for him. I want to marry him and improve myself, I love him so much and you need to know! if in fact he is not in love with you just have to doang! because the only woman he loves is me." It seemed that Adisty was a little upset to hear the confession from Anisa.

Anisa stared at Pram who shook her head, as if she did not allow the words of Adisty and Anisa did not need to eat Adisty's talk.

Because Anisa was silent Adisti was again heard saying. "With ya you are a pretty attractive woman and you will easily get a better man than Pram, and I know it turns out that you married that plam because to cover up your disgrace, right?"

The two enjoy Anisa glaring perfectly towards Pram, why Adis can know with what has happened to him. What is Pramana telling the story?

And Pram keeps shaking his head, he doesn't admit that he ever told Adisty about Anisa and it feels like he never told anyone. Because it's too personal for Pramana.

Makes Anisa's face red, black out, Anisa could no longer continue her debate with Adisty she kept the phone on the bed and her hands cupped a face that looked angry upset heartache so she was not able to hold water his eyes are falling.

Pram immediately took his phone and turned off the phone connection. "Darling for God's sake I never told anyone about you, and listen to Adisty's words."

"If you don't tell anyone the same story, then he knows who you are from? hik-hik-hiks ..." Anisa turned her head as well as a raucous voice, then she again covered her flooded face with so many tears. The outpouring of a sick heart.

Then Pram hugged Anisa who initially refused, not wanting to be hugged. But in the end he hid his face in Pramana's chest and without wearing the shirt.

"Dear cry until you are satisfied. Until your heart is at ease and I will always be here with you!" Pram kept hugging Anisa and once kissed her head shirt.

And Anisa continued to cry until sobbing, blowing a tightness in her chest. But Nisa also realized for a long time, why cry? and what is heartache? however, what Adisty said was true, if at that time she was pregnant and happened to Pramana lost her bride.

So that in the end the guarantee brings the two of them together and even up to twice a contract event to validate the marriage between him and Pram.

But now Anisa must try to defend what belongs to her, not to belong to others while she is left behind or crashed.

Then Anisa rubbed her face wet with tears, Pramana also took a tissue that was on the nightstand next to her. Drying his face from his wife.

"Have you finished crying?" Ask while keeping the tissue back in place and get a nod from Anisa.

"You're crying again, aren't you? Would it cry if we had-"

"What already? Don't be so perverted, I'm sad." Anisa cut off Pramana's words while rubbing back the corner of her eye.

"No-no ... No pervert, he he he .." then pulled back Anisa's head into his arms.

Anisa again drowned her face there, returning the man's embrace filled with warmth of comfort and tranquility.

"I want you to be a strong woman who is not easily exposed say people especially with women who want to seize your husband," said Pram with a soft voice.

Anisa looked up for a moment to see Pramana's face. Feel very handsome so it is needed by women?" then back to hide his face not in Pram's chest.

"Ha ha ... of course I feel proud because many are loved by some women but of course that is in my heart only one person if more it must be the past and future and future I am you!"

"So sweet .. Is it really like that?" again Anisa's face looked up and immediately got a kiss on the forehead from her husband. So as to make both beads Anisa closed.

Nyse ...

It feels like this heart is calm .. gets a kiss and attention from the figure of the husband. There is no longer a very happy woman in this world but herself ....

Seriate