Buying Wife

part#15

Mahira was taking care of the clothes she was going to bring back to Jakarta. While his son is carrying a car that will be used later.

That morning the atmosphere in front of the mother's house was still crowded by the buyers at the stall. Everyone is busy with their own activities. Abel, who was busy with her two children, was heard shouting occasionally. The son just laughed at the commotion of his sister.

"Waduhh .. There is a ghost! Not bad, Tong?"

The son looked at the source of the voice. He stood up and looked at his father-in-law. The tall man with a stomach like a nine-month pregnant man was gawking with his hands at the snacks in the mother's shop.

His mouth was full of food with a disgusting smile.

"Tong, for the money! don't be stingy with in-laws. Durhaka."

"How much?"

"Ten million by now, not by much."

"What's that money for?"

"Yaaa understand. This father is a button. Need caress. I haven't peed in a long time either." He laughed out loud. The food he was chewing until something was spouting. Almost the face of the Son.

"Sir. Better you just go home. It's not good to see people" said Mahira who appeared from behind the Son. He approached to crucify his father's arm. However, in the face. His father's hand hit Mahira's mouth. The girl grimaced.

The son immediately stepped forward to see the incident. In the arms of Mahira.

"I'll give you the money, you go home first."

"No, Sir. The money will be used for drinking, gambling and also playing women. We'll be carried away by sin."

"Heeey!" The father-in-law of the Son shouted at his son, Mahira. "Brazed kid! being the boss' wife, you forget the same person who raised you? you bastard son!" The man was angry and raised his hand to slap Mahira. However, the Son fended it off so strongly that his in-laws bounced off and fell to the ground.

"Be careful and keep your attitude! she used to be your son, but now she's my wife. Face me if you dare to mess with something that already belongs to me!"

"Bashful son-in-law. I'd better marry him to the coach. Free to marry a businessman but stingy."

"Please leave before I call the police here."

"Damn! disobey you two! watch out for all of you. I will make a calculation for this insult. Remember that!" the balance as it passes.

The breath of the Son hunts. She was so upset by her embarrassing actions.

"Ra, are you okay?" asked the Son while looking at the lips of his wife who was hit by the old man's hand.

"I'm fine, sir."

"Let's go inside."

Son and Mahira enter. Inside the house, Abel and his children looked terrified.

"Oh, it's okay. He's already gone. You guys don't be afraid anymore."

Abel nodded and took his son to the backyard. The son took his wife into the room. Mahira sat on the bed and the Son rested in front of Mahira.

"We will be returning to Jakarta soon. Don't worry" he said, wiping away the tears that fell on Mahira's cheeks.

"Mr ...."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry for all this. I have made my father and family ashamed and threatened. I'm really sorry that my presence in this family has been disastrous. Mumpung has not been far, we better end it all up here. There's still time for you to find another woman and marry her before you get older." Seriously and tears Mahira said. However, the Son who heard it felt intrigued and wanted to laugh loosely.

"Mother why? what did I say just now sounds funny? seriously mi. I'm really sorry. Hu hu hu. I don't know what to say? hu hu hu. I'm not very good at talking, I just want to apologize for my parents' attitude, sir. Hu hu hu." women cry like Azka who asked to buy a toy.

"It's okay. Relax, it's okay." Whisper the Son while gently hugging his wife. His hand patted Mahira like a brother calming his sister.

Azan Zuhur. Mahira and Putra pray together. After that, they say goodbye to family. As usual, the Son would make both of his puppets cry before they parted. And Abel will catch his brother.

"Be careful on the road, yeah. Don't cry on. Not beautiful anymore."

"Yes, Mom. I'm pampering. I'm sorry for everything. Sorry also bag the attitude of both my parents." Mahira came back crying. This time she was crying in her mother-in-law's arms.

"Sststd. Don't think too much. Everything's gonna be fine. Cup cup cup."

The son saw the driver feeling full. Unfortunately, my mother is with Mahira. Even Mother is willing to pour money that is not a little for the sake of getting Mahira.

Should I feel lucky to have Mahira? ask the Son in the heart.

"Jaga mahira is fine. Don't hurt him, son. Be your husband like your father. Dear family especially mother, wife."

"Yes, Mommy."

After farewell. Son and Mahira left.

Long trip. Mahira was silent. Not much talk like before. He still thinks about himself and his parents. Feeling like an unwanted child makes him feel devastated.

The son glanced at him occasionally. He intentionally asked nothing. Letting his wife think for herself first, besides that the Son must also concentrate on his wheel.

Almost Magrib when they arrived. On the road it's pretty jammed until they're a little late. The goods were brought by security guards. Mahira walked with the embrace of the Son.

"Hey! your room's upstairs now."

"Yes?" Mahira is not focused.

"We're married, your room's upstairs now. Forgot?"

"Ah, that. Yes, we are married now. Sorry, I'm not concentrating. My mind doesn't taste."

"Come, we're going up. Take a shower."

"Hm."

Mahira climbed the stairs limply. Not that he lost energy. But his mind was out of place. The son can only breathe in seeing Mahira's condition.

Mahira's condition changed instantly once they reached the room. His eyes widened instantly, astonished to see the huge room beating his house in the village.

Large bed with beautiful carvings. Draped a beautiful cloth from above that covered his right and left sides. The curtain can be tied to the edge when the bed is not in use. Thick blanket with a very soft texture like cotton tub.

Right in the middle of the room was an elegant brown sofa and table. The bottom floor is covered with a thick fur carpet. From the top of the high ceiling displayed a crystal decorative lamp that decomposes down. Well-favoured.

The sofa was facing a wall mounted by a large television there. On the right is a large dresser with a wide, high glass complete with lights on the edge. A wide variety of complete make-up tools were on that table.

"Sir, is this for you?" mahira asked as she raised an eyebrow pencil and mascara.

"No, that's yours. From today you learn dance. All the women's equipment in this room is yours. Enjoy it."

The face of Mahira sumringah. She was so happy to see some makeup, lipstick and perfume that was not just one of a kind.

"Do you see the room over here?"

Mahira looked back, where the Son was standing. He nodded quickly. Then she followed her husband.

Mahira's eyes were perfectly rounded again. The room was full of transparent glass. Full of clothes, bags, shoes and other fashion tools. On the right are men's clothes. While the left side hanged women's clothes, even with shoes, sandals and also bags.

In the middle was a table full of drawers. The transparent top shows some female accessories. Bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings and also brooches.

"Sir, I don't wear a veil. What's this brooch for?"

"It can be worn for plain dresses."

"Oh ...." Mahira was cool to look around all the beautiful things in the room. Things that he never imagined at all.

"Khusu the box, it's real jewelry. Gold and diamonds" said Putra as Mahira's steps stopped in front of a small cupboard that cuddled the mirror glass, covered. "Open up."

As soon as the door of the small closet opened. Mahira could barely breathe. There are different forms of jewelry out there. Beautiful and sparkling. "It's unlocked, I'll lock it using our wedding date password."

Mahira was still fixated, she did not hear what the Son said at all.

"Ma."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Your sick son?"

"No really. Wh why? Mr mau–"

"No. I'm just asking." Son nervous. He immediately passed from the room to cover up his embarrassment. While Mahira. Mahira was still cool with the jewels, without the slightest idea of how the Son just felt.

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