Asmara Anastasia

Weddings

The morning after an impromptu proposal, Arka actually married Anastasya even though only a series marriage considering the condition of Anastasya is now pregnant.

Not many people watching. Only a few people were in charge of marriage, including witnesses on the part of the bride. While the mother of Arka, had just arrived because the middle-aged woman got the news on the night after the proposal Arka received Anastasya.

Clad in an elegant white dress, Anastasya looks so beautiful even though her body still looks weak.

In a room wide enough, the marriage contract also took place. Arka's firm voice resounded as kabul ijab was spoken aloud with one breath.

"How are the witnesses, legitimate?"

"Well.."

"Alhamdulillah."

Arka breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Anastasya. Although it is undeniable, if the marriage that is happening now is not something that the girl wants.

Several photographers gathered to capture the sacred moment. Although awkward, but as much as possible the newlyweds look friendly in front of the guests present.

"Arka, take the wife to rest, she must be tired considering the situation that has not really recovered." Mirah found Anastasya's face looking pale.

"Good ma'am." Gently, Arka guided Anastasya's steps towards the room.

"rest. I'll accompany you first." Both of them look quite awkward when interacting. Naturally, considering the togetherness of the two just intertwined for approximately one day, but now both are already tied by the rope of marriage.

"You don't mind, do you?" Arka was still staring at Anastasya's bowed face.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"Em, okay. I'll ask the waiter to take care of your needs." Arka smiled faintly before getting up and leaving Anastasya.

In the bride's room, Anastasya now inhales deep air to reduce the tightness in the chest that had previously locked her up.

The angle of neutrality is heating up. The clear thread broke through without permission after it held as strong as itself when the marriage contract took place some time ago.

Glad, certainly not. The marriage he dreamed of was not in accordance with his wishes. The bridegroom she wanted was Rangga, but god instead replaced her with Arka, who was none other than the friend of the man she wanted.

Anastasya. He looked at the room with a glare. A king-size bed with a sprinkling of rose petals, it even more makes his heart sliced poignant.

First night.

Anastasya even goosebumps even if only said it. Combining love with a man who is not loved, will he be able to?.

Oh jesus. Pekik Anastasya interrupted crying.

Knock behind the door. The girl immediately stopped crying and wiped her tears without any rest. The grim face, it stel in such a way. The thin, pink lipstick-polished arch was flawless as two servants emerged from behind the open door.

"We were instructed by the young master to help the lady clean the body" said one of the servants.

"Do it." The thin lips still smiled perfectly. It was as if expressing her matchless happiness. Although Anastasya was sure, if the servants knew if he was only a street girl who was helped by the master, then married.

"Excuse me miss," said the waiter as he made sure they had done their job perfectly.

Anastasya simply nodded in response.

Moments after the servant left, Arka came. The man who was still wearing the suit stelan entered the room with a tired face.

"You look fresh." Arka started the conversation. Scanning Anastasya's fresh-looking appearance with the black evening dress she wears. Contrast with her pure white skin without a stain.

"Em, yes." Anastasya replied. "You want to take a shower? Let me prepare the water first."

Anastasya was about to move, but Arka was gripping.

"No need. Rest, I can do it myself." Arka rushed into the bathroom without taking off her clothes first.

Anastasya followed her husband's words to rest.

Not long ago. Arka is back with her full outfit. Plain t-shirts and loose pants are just feet. It looks like the press is forming its stocky body.

Anastasya quickly looked down while accidentally staring at her husband's body.

"Anastasya, you haven't slept." Arka approached the bed, where Anastasya lay on her back with a blanket covering her legs up to her waist.

"Em not yet, I'm waiting for you." Anastasya regretted his words. Waiting, whether he was waiting for Arka to be side by side and then hugged him to sleep soundly, or they will do other activities that spur andrenaline. Isn't this their first night.

Arka smiled thinly. He was able to catch anxiety in Anastasya.

"Sleep, you look tired all day after the activity." Arka tidied up the wife's blanket. From the waist pull it up to the neck.

The girl just shut up. Not refusing and just giving up.

"I'll sleep in the next room."

Deg.

Arka rubbed the top of the wife's head. Replace the bright lights with sleeping lights then walk to one corner of the room.

Although dim, but the netra tail Anastasya still stared at the movement of her husband's body. The man seemed to stop while in front of the wall. Suppressing something until the next second Anastasya was made to gape, in disbelief.

I don't know what button the man pressed, but from the wall that looks normal it looks shifted and opened like the door of the room in general.

Oh jesus.

Arka entered the room. The secret door was again shifted and tightly closed until the body of Arka was no longer visible.

Anastasya. In shock can describe what kind of marriage he and Arka are living now.