Disaster Because of Marriage

Part 02's. The Fate of Getting Married Without Love.

Three Days Later.

Central jakarta, September 30th

The distinctive sound of the sutil that collides with the surface of the pan fills the kitchen that Airin is currently using to do his morning activities as a wife, that is, cooking breakfast for her husband.

Though the new clock shows six o'clock in the morning and Airin was immediately preoccupied with homework.

After performing the morning prayer, the woman swept the courtyard and the front of her house. Without taking a pause, Airin went straight into the kitchen. Understandably, he does not employ an ART. So, inevitably, willingly unable, like not like, Airin must do that.

Anyway, by doing work like this. Airin is staying at home. Moreover, he became familiar with the neighboring ARTs of his complex. Fatma three days ago had a conversation with her.

Speaking about three days ago, Airin had forgotten everything. Prayer also did not remember what happened at that time, or rather he tried hard not to remember it.

Airin put out the flames on his stove. The woman moved to lift the pan from the stove and moved to move the kale stir-fry she had made to the plate.

Slowly and carefully, Airin poured the kale stir-fry so as not to splatter in the pentry.

Airin again put the bottom surface of the dish on the stove. The woman moved to collect her black hair that was broken down and after that. He tied the black mane strands together in a cepol style.

Airin again grasped the handle of the pan, lifted it up, and moved it directly to the dishwasher sink.

"Is there no one in this house?" Airin who was about to turn on the tap stopped his movement, because his eardrum caught the sound of a man screaming from the second floor.

The beautiful woman who was still wearing the oversized and covered nightgown, undoed the intention to wash the pan and some of her cooking utensils. He chose to clean his hands using a rag, then he grabbed a plate of sauteed kale that had been cooked, and after that, Airin walked to the dining table and wanted to go upstairs.

Airin placed the saucer containing the kale saute on the dining table, then he continued the journey again to go upstairs. Behold, at the age of twenty-five, she looked like mothers.

Her body was slim, her face was beautiful, but the way she carried herself made her look like that. Very different from the usual twenty-five-year-old woman.

***

It did not take long, Airin had set foot on the second floor and he was even in front of the door of his room, from the sound of the scream.

Airin grabbed the doorknob, pulled it down, and directly pushed it up the road to the open room.

While in the room, Julian Pranata, the husband of Airin immediately turned his head. The man who was two years older than his wife was now standing with a gaze filled with annoyance and it was pointing towards the entrance gate.

"Where are you going, huh?" julian asked with a firm tone and still sharp eyes.

Julian who was currently only bare-chested showed off his upper body curves and as a subordinate, he simply wrapped around a towel.

The man's unfriendly expression twisted his body until it was fully facing the direction of Airin who was still standing in the square.

"Didn't I say this a lot. Prepare the water, but where? You're a piece of junk that never works. It's only right that your parents hand over a useless person like you for my family to take care of" Julian scolded in a very angry tone.

Airin wasn't crying. The woman smiled and swung a step into the room.

"I didn't prepare the water, thinking Mas would wake up a little afternoon. Therefore, I cleaned the yard and prepared breakfast first," explained Airin and it still could not change the look of Julian who is now ruffled waist.

"But, I don't have to worry. I'll prepare the water now." Airin immediately walked into the bathroom that was integrated with his room space.

Julian who heard that only snorted in annoyance. He chose to get out of the room and wait in the TV room, because he knew that the woman with the status of his wife had prepared coffee and the morning newspaper there.

No need to be surprised, Airin is like that. Even though she never got her name, she still did her duty as a wife.

She never abandoned her husband, even though she herself was always abandoned.

Julian was like that, not because he believed in Airin. However, it was more intentional for the woman to give up and sue for divorce herself.

Actually, their marriage happened because it was not based on love as love. Unless the bond is created because of a business agreement. That's why Julian behaved like that and this kind of incident took place during their five-year marriage.

Therefore, without being told by Airin, he already knew where to wait because of the accustomed factor.

***

"This is the bag, Mas." Airin handed the office bag to her husband. The woman looked the same as this morning.

Honestly, Julian was so good at seeing this look of the woman in front of him. The man moved to take over the bag from the hand of his wife.

"All the necessities, Mas's already d in that bag. Like, a laptop, some important files, and presentation materials are already in place" Airin and Julian explained, ignoring the woman.

Even as Airin was about to shake his hand, Julian passed away. The woman could only stare at her husband's back, but it didn't last long because a second later, she smiled.

"I'll give you a surprise later. So, hurry home," muttered the woman and she immediately closed the door of her house.

On Julian's side. The man was now in the car with his hands raised, putting the phone in front of his ears.

"Run your plan quickly, damn it. I'm really sick of him." Julian immediately disconnected his voice call unilaterally and the man immediately drove his car out of the yard.

***

Central jakarta, 22.00pm

Airin smiled as she looked at the reflection of her face which was already adorned by some make up. The appearance of mothers who often emanated from her tonight disappeared and was replaced with a typical beautiful woman of her age.

His black hair has been let him down and the tip is intentionally curly right, to impress more beautiful.

Her body was no longer wrapped by oversized clothes and now she was seen wearing a casual dress in blood red, but it looked so elegant and in stark contrast to her white skin.

Truly Airin now did not believe the reflection in the mirror. After five years of never caring about his body, Airin finally chose to return to appearance before he married first.

At first she did not want this, for fear of attracting the attention of men other than her husband, but because her own husband never paid attention. He'll try to pull it this way.

Airin looked at the wall clock, ten o'clock, and she realized that she had not felt any sign of her husband coming home.

Airin got up from her dressing table and immediately walked quickly to get out of the room and went straight down to the first floor.

The sound of the door being knocked violently immediately greeted Airin's sense of hearing. Hearing from her brutal knocking, she could guess it was her husband, but why had she not heard the sound of a car engine.

Airin did not want to think about that and she preferred to walk closer to the door. After arriving, the woman moved to grab the doorknob, and directly pulled it back.

The deg!

His heartbeat instantly beat extremely fast, his two eyes were rounded and his mouth was slightly gaping.

"Mas!"

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