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The Immaculate Love 93

“Still alive you?” Adam's question immediately boomed, just a second from Rafardhan who picked up his phone.

The handsome young man even had to keep his expensive cell phone away from hearing, because of Adam's voice that made his eardrum hurt.

“Mang you think again calling to the grave, Mas,” grumbled Rafardhan.

“Raf, original, I don't like this way of you. What debt do you owe me? by the way you want to escape from me.” Adam sounded very upset. And just by scolding Rafardhan, that annoyance still remains unpaid.

Because, from this afternoon had been dozens of times, Adam contacted Rafrdhan but always ended in disappointment because the handsome young man turned on the phone. Almost Adam slammed his own phone because he was too upset, if only he did not remember that he had to go out of funds, to buy another phone.

Apparently, whatever angry Adam, he still remembers, if looking for money is not easy.

“I'm sorry, Mas. Only there is something very important, which I must do here,” said Rafrdhan.

“Ok, I don't mo interfere in personal affairs, lu, Raf. But at least, love me understanding, so I can know how to handle your event. Original, from earlier, I am very confused whenever there is a nuain lu.” Adam began to lower his voice. Plans to be massively angry and boycott the softness, Rafardhan said, are now falling apart due to an apology from the handsome young man.

“Sory, Mas.” Rafardhan said briefly. He understood how hard Adam was to take care of the schedule that Rafardhan had just left behind.

“But for tomorrow's event, if you miss again, I raise my hand, Raf.”

“Tomorrow, I need to come, Mas,” break Rafardhan accompanied by a slow breath. As the question lingers in his head, is it possible that he can return tomorrow to Jakarta.

After ending the phone call with Adam, and leaving from a comfortable standing position in front of the room window, Netra Rafardhan caught the silhouette of the beautiful girl standing in the doorway. Doubt radiated from his gaze, between continuing a step or turning around.

Rafardhan threw a short smile at him. The smile that made Quinsha decided to continue moving forward. “I want to talk,” he said flat.

Rafardhan nodded and immediately sat down. The atmosphere of awkwardness felt so strong that it enveloped the room. Even Quinsha did not immediately start the conversation, although now the two have sat facing each other.

“I think I need to say thank you, because you saved me from uncle's pressure. Yes, although the way you choose is also enough to make me depressed ..” Quinsha interrupted her speech for a moment to catch her breath. I don't know, why now talking to Rafardhan was not after and all this afternoon. Even to get to the point of conversation immediately, it feels like walking a long hiking path.

Rafardhan, it looks so sweet now. He did not interrupt Quinsha's words or interrupt her as he used to. The handsome man kept waiting patiently, until the beautiful girl who had now become his wife, finished the speech.

“But you, don't feel burdened by this bond. Whenever you want, you can leave. And I, also will not burden you with our current status, because I also will not be able to run all this as it should.” Finally Quinsha arrived at the point of the sentence he had intended.

The words that have been arranged in such a way, when the marriage contract was completed an hour ago. And after everyone left the residence, Quinsha immediately looked for a gap to talk to Rafardhan to convey what had become his head and his decision.

Rafardhan looked at the girl in front of him while making a smile. In his heart he was admiring the woman who had become his wife, for her skill in stringing words. Wouldn't it be easier if the purpose of his speech, delivered with a more straightforward language. “I'm not ready to run this wedding as it should” That's not what Quinsha meant. But it is conveyed with a soft language order and contains a veiled meaning.

“Tonight, I slept where, Quin?” Rafardhan turned the conversation to his question.

Quinsha did not immediately reply, he only gave a careful look to Rafardhan. The handsome young man understood the meaning of his sudden wife's gaze, so he immediately said, “ I understand all you mean. That's why I asked. Where am I sleeping tonight? At this house or in hotel only.”

“Here only,” says Quinsha.

“In this room?”

“No.” Quinsha shook her head quickly. “In guest room. But wait until uncle breaks,” he continued.

“You mean, I'll sleep in the guest room with your uncle?”

“Not so. You went to the guest room after uncle went to bed. In this house, uncle does have his own room, it applies since aba still exists.”

Rafardhan and Quinsha made no deal at all. Only symbolically, Quinsha said that she was not ready to live life as Rafardhan's wife. And it got no response from the handsome young man.

Is there really a pact between Quinsha and Aura, so they both experience the story of the first night? Of course not. Because Quinsha never knew the story of the first night of the Aura, because her best friend never told her anything. Even with Quinsha, who also intends not to tell the story of this first night to Aura let alone Sherin. Especially now that Aura has returned to live in Jakarta, after Damaresh managed to roll up William's arrogance by dropping Pramudya Corp. And now, the originator of tyranny in the Pramudya family is having a stroke.

Quinsha gasped from her sleep, after the alarm she set screamed loudly. The girl immediately looked for the cell phone that was the source of the sound but was not found. I don't know where he put his phone last night, before he was exhausted after his thoughts were satisfied to walk around and reluctant to go home.

“This is your phone. Turn off the alarm!”

QUinsha was shocked by that remark. Even more shocked after seeing a handsome young man standing nearby, holding out a mobile phone in hand.

Instead of immediately receiving his phone, Quinsha turned right left, “ why can I sleep here?” tanyanya.

Last night, he fell asleep in the window seat, because Rafardhan was asleep in his bed, while waiting to move to the guest room. But now even Quinsha who fell asleep in that bed, even the hijab that covered her head was no longer in place. Though he clearly remembered, if last night he slept without removing the hijab.

“Who moved me here?” ask Quinsha astonished.

“Uncle,” sahut Rafardhan. While his hand was shaking Quinsha's cellphone to turn off the alarm.

“Uncle?” ask Quinsha astonished.

RAfardhan nodded as he placed Quinsha's phone on the nightstand. “No way,” murmured Quinsha.

“Means you are flying alone,” said the handsome young man as he turned around and threw his body on the chair.

“That's even more impossible,” Quinsha said.

“Then what do you think, which is more possible?”

Quinsha did not reply, her gaze only swept over the handsome face of Rafardhan who was also looking at her. There were only the two of them in the room. Of course Quinsha understood that her sudden husband had raised her to bed. As Quinsha was speechless, Rafardhan gave a smile.

“Why are you smiling?” search Quinsha.

“You are beautiful Quin. With or without the hijab, you are beautiful. Especially if you are sleeping,” said Rafardhan without letting go of a smile.

It makes the suspicion of Quinsha sticking to the surface. “you why me sleep time?”

“Gak ngapa-ngapain,” sahut Rafardhan relaxed.

“I don't believe.”

“If I want to do anything about you, does anyone have the right to ban?”

Teng teng...Quinsha was silent.

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CTB has not finished yes, this is part of part, not extra part. because there is still unfinished here. yesterday 2 days not up, because it is very busy.apologies yes, sorry, do all that is waiting.