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Chaptre 35. Owned

Aza stared at the peaceful face of Dikta who was asleep. After the dawn prayer, they decided to go back to sleep. Pretty tired of the peace they did last night.

Aza met red, considering how gently Dikta treated her. Even he also prepared Aza bath water, and helped clean himself. After they have completed their first experience.

At 8am local time, Aza is getting out of her sleep. At least they should get up for breakfast, right? Walking into the kitchen and looking at the contents of the refrigerator, there was only macaroni and other instant food there.

"Isn't she good at cooking?" Gumam Aza while reaching for Macaroni and other spices to make pasta. Feeling the need for another complement, Aza went downstairs to the minimarket. Buying a broccoli and fish fillet, he just wants to make a regular stir-fry. As a breakfast complement.

Breakfast was boring for him, because his tongue was very Indonesian. He needed rice, but judging from his kitchen equipment, Dikta did not use rice dishes.

About 15 minutes in the kitchen, the breakfast menu is ready. He uses a lot of cheese, because he is quite interested in these foods.

Eating his food quietly at the dinner table, a kiss perched on his cheek.

"Udah okay?" Dikta asked, Aza just nodded while chewing her food.

"Wouldn't you mind?" Dikta asked again, Aza just silently stared at her lazily.

"Wrong again?" Dikta asked, seeing the annoyed frown on his wife's forehead.

"Now breakfast." Said Aza while sliding the plate containing the food he had prepared earlier. Knew Dikta would follow him, because before moving to the kitchen Dikta had asked him in half conscious. Aza chose to enjoy her breakfast first, after all, she is not a person who craves romantic moments like other couples. Most people choose to have breakfast together. Mesra doesn't have to be, right?

"It turns out my wife can cook yes...!" Her speech was delighted and pulled the dining chair beside Aza.

"When was the last time you went shopping?" Aza asked and then put food in her mouth. Dikta who got the question immediately swallowed the food he chewed.

"Not so long ago, the stock of the refrigerator seemed to still be a lot ...." Remembering if you only consume instant food, the gaze becomes gamang to welcome the demanding gaze of Aza.

"It's just fine now that your torn bread is now turned into, a roll." Repulsed. Dikta who had shifted her face from embarrassment and her face was red, now turned to look at Aza annoyed.

"What's that?!" Annoyed while shaking his waist. Aza was just silent, feeling insignificant serving Dikta who sulked like that.

"I guess if you're good at cooking, you can take care of yourself. What is this, not even a single piece of vegetables is in your fridge. Really." Furious Aza, make Dikta who sulk back ketar-ketir again.

"alright... I'm wrong, we'll go shopping...?" Breaking up Dikta, wanting to end the problem that Aza was worried about.

"Week out of graduation, we go back to Indo, huh?" Aza is silent, usually if silence means Aza agrees based on the experience of Dikta.

Spending her breakfast, Aza took her plate to the sink and washed it. Then Dikta put her plate jugs into the sink while Aza was washing. After putting the plate, Dikta coiled his hand to Aza's stomach. Enjoying the aroma of soap that he used to wear out of Aza's body.

"Wanna watch?" Dikta asked, Aza only nodded in agreement.

"Children of High School if dating is that rich?" Aza asked, Dikta was flabbergasted at Aza's question.

"Bright... I don't know, you're the one who just graduated high school. If I was, at school where to think of love." Aza did not respond to Dikta's remarks. Focus on the storyline.

The film tells the story of two lovers who fall in love at first sight when the first day meets. The girl moved from out of town, while the man was the culprit in his school. Almost every day became a subscription room BK, and feared all students at his school.

Because of the recklessness of the girl who is without fear of facing the man, the man feels challenged and interested about the girl, to some moments that make them have to be together. Slowly the feeling arose, and they loved each other. The story is not finished until there, their love story was tested several times. The third person, the past, the parents' blessing, the environment, as if they do not approve of their relationship.

But from along the plot he watched, what made Aza surprised was. Why does she prefer that bad guy? Though there was a man who was better than that badung man, even more handsome, more organized in his life.

Exhaling his annoyed breath, with his own thoughts. The observing dikta asked.

"Why, hmm?" Ask her softly.

"The story is absurd, not realistic." Dikta frowned at Aza's tone that seemed adorable, since when his wife could be like that.

"What's unrealistic?" Ask Dikta.

"If I were Sheila, I would prefer Dafa over Rendi." He replied, Dikta still had a surprised face.

"Dafa is better to look at, more good attitude, and of course everyone will agree, and Sheila doesn't have to go through all those difficulties to be happy." Clearly Aza, who made Dikta smile amusedly.

"If Sheila's happy not in Dafa, what can?... That feeling belongs to Sheila, and Sheila knows better where she can be happy." Aza still fused her brows.

"Udah... Just film... See our story? Do you think our story is realistic? The son of a beloved conglomerate, married a commoner like me. Live, in college, in the love of a wonderful wife like you... To me this ordinary is unrealistic. Everything is dream rich... Not real... Too beautiful... Until one day someone woke me up from this... And I lost kammhhp" Dikta took off Aza's kiss, looking into the girl's eyes who was staring at her with a smile that seemed to be a sneer.

"No, I haven't finished talking Aza." Dikta.

"So far I have never said this, because I have not dared and it feels too presumptuous if I say this without preparation. I should've said this at least given you a ring or some other gift. But sorry... I can't afford it yet." Clearly Dikta with a straight look.

"I love you... My wife's... My future's... Our stories are weird, our interactions are weird too, we never even share a bed, we only look at each other for a month, but strangely the feeling continues to grow even though we are separated, forgetting each other. You went through your story alone, and I with my story. After this, our story will be longer. Could yeah... Until your hair and I bleach... Until we can see our great-grandchildren? You willing?" Dikta asked, Aza smiled sweetly. If the other girl who received all those words would definitely cry. The other is with Aza.

"Sure... Without you even asking, you'll always be with me. You told me yourself you were gonna be mine." The reply.

"Dictated... Mas Didi's... Mas driver... My husband Your arrival changes everything, if there's no you... Maybe until today I am still Aza who spends his time in the apartment, while staring at the outside view from behind the window. Still tormented with resentment and anger at my own family, and confined in the trauma of past wounds. And maybe... There is nothing in this world because of the loss of the people I love. Let's ask dad... Brother Anton... Brother Davin... Brother Vino... Brother Gavin... I'm sure they can't dodge the fact that you've contributed greatly to the changes that have occurred in my life. Pl-please... Never look down on yourself. Don't reward yourself with treasures, they can all be lost at any time. You're more than that." Aza grabbed both sides of Dikta's face.

"I love you more, if you want to say that word just say it! No need to wait for you to have all her, I'll always accept her." Welcomed by the tinge of twilight peering from the closed window curtain, that afternoon they conveyed the thing they wanted to convey a long time ago.

Their story is still long, already love each other does not mean their story ends happy ending. There will be many laughter and tears that will accompany their journey.

Finished