Buying Wife

part#13

Time goes by so fast. Until finally they arrive on the Day H, where the Son will say ijab qobul over one's daughter.

The brightness brought so much and all the expensive stuff. The bridal motorcade is not too much because it is still in an impossible state. Just bringing the nuclear family. Five Alphard cars.

They were escorted by a police escort car. Not to be stylish, just that they need security to protect the Son. He will go to the place where he is undergoing his big project.

Travel Cirebon– Majalengka, takes approximately three hours drive. Not a long distance but the contours of the road that makes the speed of the car slow. Winding, down-hiking with a hollow road.

As soon as the group reached the location of the celebration, they went down and were greeted by dancers. The boisterous people who witness, make the sound of music and human voices mixed unbecoming. His dizzy son made.

All events according to Sundanese custom have been run. Until finally it comes to the core event. Ijab Qabul's. With just a single breath, they officially became husband and wife. Mahira was also allowed to go out and join the Son to sign a marriage license and several other files.

For a moment the Son was amazed. Mahira is so beautiful with white kebaya and siger Sunda that adorns her head.

When they finished, they took pictures with the ruler and the witnesses. It was the other customary event they went on.

Sungkeman or ask for blessing with both brides to rest on the parents. Saweran, step on the egg, knock on the door, blow the scope and pull each other. And the last photo session.

The event was so long and draining of energy for both of them. Azan magrib arrived. The bride undresses her clothes and makeup. Unlike most brides who stand at the wedding and wait for the friends to come. Mahira has no friends anymore. There was nothing he had to wait for. Mahira also decided to come to Cirebon with the Putra family.

"Why come?" ask the boys as they are on their way. Son and Mahira are just two. The driver is sitting in the front seat.

"Old there for what? it feels foreign and uncomfortable. A mother who has not met for a long time feels like someone else. We keep quiet if there's nothing important to talk about."

"Hm. Go to sleep, you must be so tired."

"Yes." Yeah."

The son could see the sadness in his wife's eyes. He who was always chatty, became very silent this time.

'Was he disappointed in his mother's attitude?' men Thought. The son took off the suit he wore to cover Mahira's sleeping body.

Almost midnight they arrived. Mahira who was indeed very tired flinched. Not wanting to build him up so soundly, the Son carried his wife into the room and put her to sleep slowly.

After making sure his wife sleeps comfortably. The son went to the bathroom to clean his body which was filled with sweat all day. The son was slightly stunned when he saw Mahira sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why awake?"

"Bath-wearing. The body's sticky."

"Oh, I'll get you the towel first." The son went to the next room that was still in his room. He brought two towels and handed them to Mahira.

"Just use my toiletries."

"Yes, okay."

With a shunt step, the woman walked towards the bathroom. The son wears his sleeping pajamas as the sound of water is heard from the bathroom.

While waiting for Mahira to come out of the bathroom, Putra sat on the bed and leaned her body onto the bed. Long Mahira did not come out, the Son felt anxious. He hesitated to go into the bathroom. However, the taping did not get any authorization. He was forced to open the unlocked door.

"By!" The son immediately ran as soon as he saw Mahira sitting limp under a shower of cold water.

Mahira is not sick. He was just crying apparently. It was clear when Putra turned off the tap.

"Why you?" putra Whisper. Mahira kept silent. Only her cries were heard. Piteously.

The son took off all the clothes of Mahira who had been soaked. Covering him with a towel then carrying his wife's body out.

"Ra, what's wrong with you? what's up?"

Mahira remained silent. The son lay down beside Mahira. He looked at Mahira's wet face with tears. His eyes are red and swollen.

The son holds his head with his hands. While the other hand wiped the tears that kept falling.

"If you don't want to tell a story, I won't force it."

"I'm sorry we got married there."

"He-em. Why the hell?"

"My mother asked for a lot of money. I'm shy. Not because I am sad, either. I felt completely unwanted by both of my parents. They don't love me sincerely. Ever since I was a kid, have you been hurting, and now? I got married and was made into a business farm by my mother. Am I so despicable that no one is sincere, sir. Am I an unwanted child from birth?"

Mahira's cry grew louder. Her tears flowed so hard.

"My mother said she was grateful that I got married in her house, so she was able to get a lot of money from her mother. As long as I was there I never got anything in my darling. I suspect my mother will embrace me for a long time not meeting. In fact? it's all just my wish."

"Rb ...."

"Am I really a human being that shouldn't exist in this world?"

"Sstt. It's not. Look at the wisdom of everything that happens. You have now become my wife. Wife of a businessman. My mother and family love you, Ra."

"Self father?"

The question made the tongue of the Son. He couldn't say a word.

"No need to answer. We both know how this marriage happened, right? this marriage is a coincidence, sir."

"Although that's the case, I will still take full responsibility for you and your life."

"I know that. I understand, Sir. We will only be in a relationship based on our rights and obligations. I give my obligations and also get my rights, and vice versa. I'll remember that."

"Ra, emmm. I ...."

"Eternal problems?"

"Hm. I will not force. But I'll give it to you when you're ready."

"I'm ready whenever you ask. I gave my whole body to you. Like or sad, sick or healthy. That's what we read in the marriage book."

"alright. Say–."

"Are you going to take the Father's rights tonight?" Mahira cuts the word of the Son.

Mahira's question made Putra sculpt. He could only swallow because of the stiff. After all, he was a normal man. Looking at Mahira's entire body as she undressed earlier in the bathroom, made the blood flow of the Son boil.

He can't resist any more desire now he knows Mahira is just wearing a towel. Their faces were also very close.

Mahira closed her eyes to give a sign that she was ready.

The two men finally unite the turmoil of desire in a dim light. The Son gave a real inner living to his wife, Mahira.

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