Buying Wife

part#7

"Where is kmaren? where did you bring him to buy clothes?"

"Markets."

"The real laugh. But honestly, he was completely innocent and honest. It fits you to accompany you to life."

The son did not reply. He focused on his lunch. The weather that day was so hot. Even Putra's eyes felt glare at him even though he was in an AC room at a cafe where he and Wiwin had lunch.

A spaghetti bolognese runs out unnoticed. With one glass of juice that both have not left anything in the glass.

"Hungry?" tanya Wiwin is half-literate.

"Morning to eat. I don't know ...."

"Maybe it's because there's a new spirit in your life."

"Maybe."

"Certainly? when did you get married? want a fiancee first or directly married?"

"That's my mom who's all craving. I just have to wait."

"Why don't you have a room first. Like you're taking her to a romantic dinner, keep loving her flowers, let's get you on your knees give her a ring."

"Gue's not sure he's full."

"Haha. Bener too. She's a plain girl. Usually, yes, the type of rich girl is given something simple. It doesn't need to be fancy but memorable."

"Gue will do that if I marry my boyfriend."

"Do you like him?"

"Love .. doesn't exist yet."

Wiwin scrunched his forehead. The same speech the attitude of the Son is not synchronized. Wiwin just saw how he treated Mahira so sweetly. Wiwin may have misjudged because the Son is good to everyone. Her thought.

"Mahira said the area he's not too far away with my current project."

"really? wow ...."

"Why?"

"Destiny. It's just that."

"What the hell is Lu? not clear."

The son's cell phone sounded. He reached into his cell phone from behind a suit.

"Emac. Wait a minute, ya mbul."

"Hem."

Son a little away from Wiwin.

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy."

"Vaalikumsalam. Son, what are you doing? where now?"

"Lunch outside, why?"

"Mahira exists?"

"He's at home. Son still at work, now lunch. What's the matter?"

"Later Friday the same family to your house. We're going to have your engagement with Mahira."

"Oh, so it seems. Okay, Mak. Putra will ask Wiwin for help to welcome the family."

"Who? Where's mirah?"

"He asked for a day off, to go home."

"Yes, that's it. Mom hang up first, assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

The son took a long breath. The phone screen is quite long. Then he sat back down.

"Why? suddenly not feeling that way?" wiwin asked while eating his fries that were somehow for a few servings.

"Friday you have a holiday. Help me welcome the big family from the village."

"Present if that's the case! but why did your face look like that?"

"Saturday night Sunday I'm engaged to Mahira."

"Oh." That's all that came out of Wiwin's mouth. Until this moment he still could not guess the feelings of his best friend. The son is too kind to everyone, which is what makes Wiwin can not guess the feeling of the Son on the girl.

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Wiwin has ordered various kinds of cakes and ordered food to welcome the extended family of his best friend, Putra. In the past, Putra had said that the custom in the village, if it will hold any event is always rame and many come. Even graduation events can look like they are going to go to a wedding. A bunch.

To that end, Wiwin deliberately ordered a lot of food and everything. It feels better than lack.

Time shows at 14. 20 minutes. Sure enough Wiwin's guess. The family of the Son who came like a Junior High child who wanted to study. Two buses.

You can imagine how rame and noisy mothers are that much. If our voice wants to be heard then yell until your neck veins are clearly visible even almost broken.

They talk a lot. Starting from endangering foods that they have never eaten before. Discussing the house of the Son is like a palace, and there are even some who gossip Mahira. They apparently disagree with Mahira being part of his family.

Wiwin doesn't understand why they look so much like they hate Mahira. That innocent innocent girl could even make anyone who just saw her fall in love. His eyes are full of sincerity.

"Why are you gawking?"

"Ahh, that. Emm I'm sleepy like that." Wiwin awkward.

"Yes, it's okay, right?"

"It's okay. Thanks to ya."

"Hm. For the same dinner show tomorrow I've given all the same EO. So you take it easy."

"Yes, thank you for helping."

"Gue go home, greetings to my daughter."

The son scrunched his forehead.

"Mahira." Wiwin.

The son nodded with a smile on his face.

As Wiwin said. Dinner was prepared by EO (event organizer). What a dinner that they will never be able to lupaka. In addition to good food, the event was held in the backyard of Putra's house. Right next to the swimming pool. The hanging lights decorated the garden. The beautiful perched flowers add to the romantic atmosphere. But this time they did it with a difference. Yes, after previously they had to test the lab to make sure they were free from the virus that was endemic, Meeka also had to wear a mask.

The new son realized that since this afternoon he had not seen Mahira. He thought the woman was in his room. The son immediately entered the house and approached the door of Mahira's room.

After several times he knocked and called Mahira. The woman appeared behind the door. Wearing sleeping clothes with puffy eyes. The son was a little surprised. How could the main cast in this show even look so sad and crying.

"Can I come in?"

There's no answer. Mahira simply let her hand slip from the doorknob. Leaving the door wide open then he walked towards the bed.

The son understood that it meant Mahira assented. The son came in and closed the door. He did not want others to hear Mahira's explanation, if Mahira later told him the reason why he was crying.

Mahira sat down on the edge of the bed. The son stood right in front of the girl. Put both hands in her pants pocket. His head was slightly tilted as he asked Mahira.

"What's wrong? why lock yourself up here?"

Mahira shakes. Head lowered. The girl came back crying. The son could see from the teardrops that fell on the girl's lap.

"Did anyone hurt you?"

Again Mahira shook her head. The son no longer asked. He waited until Mahira told himself what had happened. Both of them were in silence.

"Sir. Why would you marry me? I am a poor woman. I am also the son of a village thug. My life background is bad. I should have just married that old Bangka. At least it's worth it. That's what they were talking about. The woman who accompanies you, should be a beautiful woman who comes from a good family. Educated and don't embarrass you."

The girl always spoke a lot even though her heart was sad. The son sighed after hearing Mahira's words. He had indeed thought that his future wife was offended by the words of one of the guests present, the family to be exact.

"You're beautiful."

"Mother is also handsome. Peculiar. Why also marry a girl who deserves only to be a maid in your home. I don't know, it's because I have a good destiny or a bad luck father."

Hearing Mahira's words, immediately made Putra laugh loudly. The grieving Mahira was shocked and looked at the Son in confusion.

"Sir? father why? happy to see me sad? or do I look funny? why laugh like that? I was crying again and was shocked and not crying anymore. Sir, Father why? not a trance, is it?" Mahira asked a lot because the Son did not stop laughing.

Mahira stands. He stood on his tiptoes to see the face of the Son. The girl shook her hand in front of the Son's face.

The son was conscious when his eyes met Mahira's eyes. He tries to control himself and tries to behave as usual.

"Laughs?" ask Mahira seriously. However, in the eyes of the son, it was a innocence that tickled him.

"Mahira."

"Hmmm. You're doing okay, right? not possessed or what? I was afraid, because only this time I saw people laughing when they heard someone's sad curses."

"Not to tipjit. Sit down."

Mahira realized that from earlier his feet were pinching. He also sat. Followed Putra.

"Listen to me speak." The son adjusted his sitting position to look serious in the eyes of Mahira who was seen still suspecting the Son. Maybe he was on guard so that the Son would not 'harm' like that earlier.

"Mahira. I'm it's okay. Listen to me seriously."

"Good, Sir. I'll hear."

"We know that this marriage is because of your mother's wishes. As a child, I just didn't want him to be hurt and sad. As for you, you married me for assuming that this is better than you marrying grandfathers who already have many wives."

"Yes, he even has a grandchild. I'm horrified."

Son smile.

"Although this marriage happens because ... call it coercion, but I will try to be a good husband."

Mahira looked at the clingy Son. His brain was trying hard to digest what the Son said.

"Look, I will carry out my duties as a husband, and you will get your rights as a wife."

"Rights and duties of husband and wife? she mean? what are my obligations as a wife? not all this time I wash, clean clothes, prepare food and–"

"Why. Youunderstand?"

"Money means? my father also gave me pocket money. Buy clothes, sandals, mukena, and everything. What difference? we just have to go through everything as usual, right?"

"Mahira, the living is of two types. Birth and inner living."

"That's what else? argue sir, I even more dizzy. Can you explain it in normal words? I can't seem to understand anything too fancy. I've had a headache trying to understand but don't understand anything."

The son snorted annoyed. He who is actually awkward to discuss this, Mahira himself did not understand and asked for a more detailed explanation. The Son's head was completely pulsating.

Son stand. He wanted to get out of that stuffy room. Mahira immediately stood following the Son. He felt guilty and unwell for making the Son angry.

"Sir, don't be angry. I'm sorry if I was wrong. I really don't understand what you mean. Well, how do I explain to you that my brain is very small. I ...." Mahira looks so frustrated. He could not say anything about his guilt.

The son pulled Mahira's waist and kissed the girl's lips. As soon as their lips moved away from each other, the Son could clearly see how Mahira's hypnotized face would react. Silence is not moving.

"This is called the inner living. Mahira."

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