Buying Wife

part#8

Mahira was still frozen. He felt his body like it was flowing into something. It was hot and made her feel shivering. He didn't know how he felt because it was his first experience.

"Do you understand now?" tanya Putra disperse the daydreams of Mahira. The son walked towards Mahira's closet. He chose the clothes that Mahira will wear for tonight.

"Why don't you just say it makes a child. Why should say a living is born and inner. Turning the router to and fro, the point is the same, husband and wife later after marriage will make children. Although the process I do not know what it looks like, but people say, make the child should be in a state of dim lights, not too bright and not too dark. Afraid of making mistakes."

The son was biting hard both of his lips which he folded inwards. This time he did not want to be considered possessed by Mahira. He was so strong that he held a laugh that he actually wanted to explode in his mouth. He took a deep breath before turning back.

"Wear this, then get out. I'm waiting for the door."

Mahira's mouth is still choking. He is upset at assuming the Son is too convoluted just to tell him about 'making a child'.

How many minutes interval. Mahira out. She was wearing a long black dress with short sleeves. His leg is slightly above the knee. Her hair she let loose. The diamond necklace the Son gave a beautiful circular around his small neck.

"Is this good?" tanyanya while trying to close the part of the dress that shows her legs. "I can't walk in these high sandals. What if I step on someone's foot? it was too small, almost like a nail. That guy's leg would be hollow if he stepped on me, sir."

"here." The son extended his hand.

Without hesitation Mahira clasped the Son's hand. They walked towards the back yard. Walking through the crowd of people who are none other than the Son's own family. The family that existed after the Son became successful.

The eyes of the humans were staring at the two of them. Diverse looks. Hate, admire, and envy. The son does not care. He did not even hesitate to feed Mahira in front of everyone. Treat Mahira well like a queen.

"He is my future wife. Whoever insults him, it's the same as insulting your mother, and that means you're ready not to be recognized as anyone in this family."

Mom smiled at the announcement her son gave her. The people were silent at once. Perhaps, they were rethinking to talk a no-no. A great loss to them if it is no longer considered family. There is nothing they can lend money to without interest. That's how they think.

"Please enjoy the dish and the show without talking about something that will hurt yourself. Good night."

The son came down from the small stage. The stage where he'll exchange rings with Mahira tomorrow night.

Still holding Mahira's hand. The son approached his mother and his sisters.

"Cool! Aa emang amazing pokonya," said Abel while giving his two thumbs.

"Where are my little rioters?"

"They're asleep. Oya, where are these people going to sleep? aa's house is big, but their sleep time is like a shady."

"Any nearby hotel is ready."

"Wooh! expensive dong?" timpal Risk. Second brother Son.

"So. Jasmine class is. ck!" The son winks one eye at his sister. "Sleep there. The baby in your stomach. Don't be so tired. Take care of the health of eating a lot so that my would-be rioters are healthy."

"Yes, Aa. It's also going to sleep. Come on, Mommy, we're sleeping."

"Emak don't take it. Tonight I'm sleeping with Aa."

"Yahyehh! spoiled child! There's Mahira too."

"Gee! he can't."

Mahira smiles. Suddenly his face flushed in thought of what had happened earlier in the room. His body shuddered.

"Ah. It's okay." Mahira looked at the Son who had been staring at him along with the others. The son took off his coat and put it on Mahira. Although in his heart, Putra knew what was in Mahira's mind until he was like that.

"You're sleeping too."

"Good, Sir. Then I go in first. Excuse everybody. Mak."

"I'm going to sleep too ah."

"Wait, Bell. I'm coming with."

They all went into the house. Only Mother and Son. And the guests are still chatting.

"Who are they going to the hotel?"

"Quiet, Mom. Someone has arranged everything. We're also in, the air's getting cold." The son held his mother's arm. They both went into the son's room. You know, the Son doesn't want to sleep with him, but there are things he wants to talk about together.

"What's wrong?" mother asked after they sat on the sofa in the Son's room. "It seems you've been paying attention to Mahira. Are you ...."

"No, Mak. The son just behaved as usual. Mahira married because of Mom. Son doesn't want him to blame mom someday."

"She's a good girl and–"

"Son tau. That's why the Son treats him well even if it doesn't include feelings in it."

"Love will come with time. With you often together, there will be interdependence."

"Dependence and love are two different things but they are almost the same because they cannot be far from each other."

"That's enough. For a wife, getting a husband who treats them well, is more than enough. Not a few of those who marry for love but live a married life is broken apart. Just treat him well."

"Yes, Mom. The son will try well according to his mother's wishes.

"Don't feel pressured by this mother's wishes. You know, Mahira will take care of you better than you. And that would calm my mom down. I'm afraid you're married to the wrong woman. Mom doesn't want you to be hurt."

"Son understands. The son is not burdened, it just needs adjustment. It feels a little strange to be in one house with a newly known woman. She's my future wife."

"Emak understands. One more thing, if until a long time the love in your heart has not arisen. Don't tell him, stay like this. Just do your duty as a husband well, fulfill his rights as a wife. Then you will be free from sin."

"Yes, Mom. Son will remember mother's message."

"Not loving a wife is not a sin. The sinner is married but loves another woman. Not the wrong love, but the way you channel that love."

"Son knows what mom means. The son will not marry another woman."

"Master always prays that you are happy. What you want is always achieved. And always be nice to everyone. Yeah." yeah."

"Yes, Mommy."

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