Befawa, Incorrect Marriages

Part 1#Love?

What is the meaning of a body? When this body has been stained. Like the earth without day. My life is just being a woman of the night. Until your presence changed my life.

The longing heart groan does not escape the glance of the eye at the handsome man who always drain a warm sigh in the body. His voice sounded melodious like a symphony tone.

"Ameera, when are you going to open your heart? It is the umpteenth time I beg you. Quit your job and marry me." Ryan hugged Ameera with affection.

A hand that is coiled in the abdomen, is released roughly. "Stop. Ryan, I told you. I don't deserve you. There's nothing left for you. I'm a woman of the night, what do you expect? Look, there's a lot of men lining up behind you."

"Ameera, why am I boking every night for a year? I want you to be mine. I'm ready to pay anything to mommy, as long as you're out of this place." Ryan sat on a chair while looking at Ameera who chose to busy putting on makeup.

The woman looked at Ryan's gaze from the reflection of the mirror. "alright. Let's get married, but solve the problem with mommy first!"

"Love you, Ameera. Just wait here and I'll see your mom." Ryan walked over to Ameera, then gave a peck of cheek before leaving her room.

Ameera anxiously waited for Ryan to return, but her heart felt unsettled. What the hell is going on? It's been over an hour and Ryan hasn't returned yet. Hurry out of the room and walk to the room where my mother is. His eyes immediately opened wide, when he saw Ryan in a battered state.

"Stop! What did mama do? Mom, why are you like this?" Ameera ran over and hugged Ryan's body with tears.

He did not expect, if his agreement turned into a physical wound that Ryan must accept. All this time he only obeyed the owner of a dim house who made as a night butterfly. But what happened to that man is not justified. Now he understands that Ryan's love for him is not just nonsense.

Ryan smiled. "It's okay, honey. All for you."

"I don't accept your actions, Mom! If you touch my future husband again, I'll make sure this house collapses to the ground. My mom made me feel sad. Do you remember what I had?" ameera threatened to help Ryan get back on his feet.

"Mom?" ask a man who is ready to catch Ameera, the customer's favorite woman.

Mami's hand gives a signal do not, a face that is usually happy suddenly pale. "Let them both go!"

"Let's go, there's nothing in our way, it's still strong, isn't it?" ask Ameera gently.

Ryan nodded his head. "Thank you"

"Suppose this is my return. Don't think about it." replied Ameera, then the two couples walked away from the dim house.

The graceful, seductive blink of an eye with the accompaniment of tempestuous music filled the intoxicatingly fragrant dim room. Short shows that have always been the binders of conglomerate-class customers. Who rejected it?

Every man who comes always gets satisfaction without doubt. It's a prima donna among the glowing stars. Everyone called him by the name of Dusk. Beautiful, beautiful, admirable with its soothing light. The touch of an electric tub with a sweet and charming smile covered in fragility.

Since setting foot in a small house. His name is often a conversation of customers. From one lip to another to many who intend to spend one warm night with the prima donna. Unfortunately, the mami who became a dim house owner only targeted high-end customers to get service.

One starless night in the dim moonlight. The eyes of two people are interlocked inseparable. The two admired each other until unconsciously all night just sitting quietly looking at each other. There was no word but the roar of calm breath.

The first meeting is always the most beautiful memory between the two. Since that night, Dusk was untouched by another man. The prima donna is only the servant of one customer. So it is not uncommon to make other customers angry, even though they are unable to do anything because mom has received all the payment in advance.

A gentle swipe returned Ameera from her daydream. Moreover, the stares were still reluctant to turn to stare intensely at him. The face with the dominant Arab lineage became the beauty of God's creation second to none.

"What do you think, honey? Still thinking about that time?" ryan asked so right on target, making the wife smile thinly while shaking her head.

The warm hand that was still rubbing his cheek left him, "Mas, are we going to stay in such a remote place like this for good? Don't you miss your family?"

Suddenly the smile that had not worn off for a month suddenly disappeared. For the first time he saw Ryan lose his passion and hope for happiness. What is that man hiding from her? Why also they immediately flew to a private island after getting married in kua.

Questions after questions that have been hidden for some time are increasingly sticking out questioning the truth. Although she believed that her husband was a good person and there was no doubt in her heart that could shake her faith. It's just that a wife deserves to know the life of the husband, right?

"Ameera, I live alone. If anyone claims to be my family, then they only want to master the inheritance from grandfather. Forget about it, what about your wish? Didn't you say you'd ask for a dowry after a month of marriage.

"We should discuss that because while this breath is still with me. I want to fulfill all your wishes, my dear wife." continued Ryan without hesitation grabbed Ameera's body into his warm embrace.

The topic of the conversation diverted Ryan deliberately, making Ameera sigh long. It is impossible to force yourself to know the other side of the husband's life. What power? Maybe someday there will be time to share stories, whereas at this time there is only understanding without explanation.

"Mas, I don't want anything other than our marriage to be a worship until the family formed sakinah, mawaddah, warohmah." Ameera loosened both of Ryan's hands from his waist, then looked up at the bead of eyes that seemed to hold a lot of wounds.

She realized something was taking hold of her husband's heart and mind but somehow honesty had to be done before it was too late. However the man should know about what is now the dilemma of a wife's heart. Is everything gonna be okay? He doesn't know either.

"Mas, actually ...,"