Buying Wife

part#5

Bi Mirah has returned home. In this magnificent house, there is only one maid, Bi Mirah. Do not be surprised, this house is only cleaned once a week by cleaning services. Bi Mirah only cleans up that is often stepped on by the Son. Just cooking and washing clothes. That's also for certain types of clothing washed in laundry.

Mahira wakes up before dawn. He cleaned the house while starting the washing machine. Rest for dawn prayers and then continue with his work.

"I'd like to have breakfast bread this morning."

The sudden voice of the Son made Mahira jump in shock. He dropped the dishes he was washing. Without even looking at it, Mahira immediately picked up the broken plate.

"I'm sorry, I startled you" said the son, helping Mahira pick up the shard.

"It's okay, sir. I'm the one who apologized for dropping this plate. This plate must be expensive. If I work as a maid in this house, it feels like my salary will be cut in half to replace this plate. Though it's a nice plate, all my life I've seen a nice plate and this heavy, sir. I—"

"Stop talking. Look at your finger." The son pointed to Mahira's finger dripping blood as it scratched the broken plate.

"Why really? just a small wound. This is nothing. Not feeling at all. Let it go, it'll heal itself."

The son took the broken plate from Mahira's hand. Throw it in the trash and pull Mahira's hand. They walked to the family room.

"Sit down."

The son passed after making sure Mahira was sitting on the sofa. He returned with the medicine box in his hand. With painstaking care, Putra cleaned Mahira's wound and wrapped it with plaster.

"The first male father to treat my wounds. The man who was supposed to protect me was the one who made the wound and left so many stains in my body. Evidence that this body has received pain in many ways."

Silent.

The son breathed. He inched to sit next to Mahira after putting the medicine box on the table.

"When are we getting married? do you know?"

Mahira shakes. His face lowered trying to hide his face which had now been teary-eyed.

"I don't know if I can be a good husband or not for you. It's just, I'll try."

"With you not hitting me, that's enough. I don't want to be beaten by my husband. Quite my father who once thought this body was part of the body of an animal."

"alright. I'm going upstairs first."

Mahira wipes away her tears after Son leaves. The woman went back to the kitchen to clean up the leftovers. He also prepared breakfast for the son.

Hot bread and tea were served at the dinner table when the Son came. Soon Mahira went to the kitchen.

"Why do you always go here when I eat?" son asked as he was in the kitchen and saw Mahira having breakfast there. Mahira chokes.

"Sorry, sir," he said, then drank tea to clear his throat.

"My company breakfast. You're not a maid here." The son immediately passed by followed by the steps of Mahira who was still timid.

With some hesitation, Mahira sat on the side chair beside Putra. They had breakfast peacefully.

"After this we go. You're ready."

"Ba-good ... Mr. ..." Mahira's speech is interrupted because the interlocutor always leaves before he finishes talking.

Not yet a husband, so there is no need to be too good. As the Son thought.

"I'm ready, sir."

The son stopped his activities and looked towards the source of the sound. How surprised he was when he saw Mahira. The innocent girl looked old with her clothes she was wearing. Plus the hairstyle that he fish put away. Klimis like old-time mothers.

Mahira felt bad to see the expression of her future husband. He saw his own body. Turn left and right.

"I, ugly yes. This dress is the best shirt I have. This is a gift dress from Ceu Tinah in the village. He said it was a dress when he was a girl."

"How old is Ceu Tinah now?"

"I don't know, but his last son had three children. And of his three children were circumcised last Sunday. He's the youngest."

The son wanted to laugh but he was also upset. How can Mahira wear clothes from someone who has now become a grandmother. The son snorted annoyed.

"alright. Let's go."

The son immediately stepped out to die born who was still thinking hard about his appearance.

The son was already sitting at the wheel complete with a seatbelt wrapped around his body. Meanwhile, Mahira was still pacing back and forth, occasionally peering out of the window. He was confused because he did not know how to open the car door.

The son looked at the girl from inside while shaking his head. This time the son could no longer hold back the laughter.

The son was about to get out of the car and had already removed his seatbelt. However, security has already helped Mahira open the car door.

"Thank you, sir," Mahira said, bowing to the security. Mahira got into the car and sat down. The son glanced at the girl with a hold of laughter.

"Wear seat belts."

"What's that?"

"As I wear."

Mahira looked at the Son. Look at him carefully. The son felt awkward and awkward.

"It."

The son helped Mahira pull the seatbelt and put it on. Mahira held her breath when the face of the Son was right in front of her. Only two fingers apart. His chest suddenly thumped as soon as the Son returned to his position.

The car that had only two doors was speeding away. Mahira gasped as her body felt bounced back. His hand held tightly to the belt that was on his chest. The son smiled amusedly at Mahira.

Arriving at the parking lot of a famous mall in the capital. The son removed the seatbelt that was wrapped around Mahira. While the girl still looks shocked. His face was pale and his hands were cold.

"Come on." The son opened the door for Mahira who was still dumbfounded. "Mahira!"

Mahira came to her senses after hearing the voice of the Son a little loud. The girl came down with a staggering body. The son pulled his hand as he almost fell.

ck!

"Let's go. We're gonna be late." The son still holds Mahira's hand. Walk to the mall and get into an elevator. Son sigh. He believes there will be something magical going on with Mahira in the elevator.

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