Falling in Love with My Own Wife

Chapters 2. Weddings.

After dinner, I went straight to my room. I no longer want to hear Papa's explanation that is too praiseful to his best friend's child. Actually, whose son is that? Me or that girl? Are we swapped.

Ck, I feel so bad right now, fucked up. I don't want to get married, I don't want to add to my life. Should I rebel? But, I was afraid it would hurt my parents. I don't want them to get hurt because of me.

But, that doesn't mean I love them, they can take advantage of that by asking me to get married. I don't want to be an ungodly child, but if I keep this up I can be self-absorbed.

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"Mama's in." I look towards Mama, there will definitely be a higher level persuasion than before.

"Reza is already big Ma, why should Reza be betrothed? Reza can choose a good woman really," I said annoyed. Good time to see my pathetic look Mama so pity.

Back Mama stroked my head, but this time I was a little worried, afraid Mama recited a spell that made me melt.

"Alia is a good girl, she is also Sholehah, smart cook, educated as well. She's beautiful, smiley, less let alone try? If you have met him, you will definitely be klepek-clepek," explained Mama still continues to stroke my head.

Oh, her name is Alia. Damn you Alia! Just watch out if we get married later!

"Ma, even though she's perfect as Mama said, but love can't be forced. Reza wants to marry the woman Reza loves, Ma." I kept on quibbling, I had to fight to resist this matchmaking.

"Love can come with time, son. Mama please you agree yes," asked Mama with a pleading face. If it's like this, it'll be hard for me to refuse. I don't want one tear drop to fall from both my parents. But I don't want to get married either.

"Mama's sure you can." After saying that, Mama left me alone in the room. I stared at Mama's departure with mixed feelings.

Prangs!

I threw the glass in the nightstand in any direction to vent my frustration.

They chose that girl for me, but don't blame me if she'll cry every day.

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2 Weeks Later.

This is where I was sitting and lamenting fate, tomorrow I'm getting married but I haven't even seen the girl's face.

I wasn't even given a CV like a ta'aruf couple. Mama said, enough of them to make sure because they believe their choice is very good.

The wedding was held in the village of the girl whose name was Alia Mayasyifa. Obviously I know his name because that's what I'm going to say in ijab qobul later, there's no way the name of his neighbor I'm calling.

Akh! I just want to run away. Where my heart does not stop pounding, even though I was panicking not in love.

Fortunately, none of my friends knew I was married. I agreed to this marriage on the condition that it be kept a secret because I don't want to be ashamed.

Got a wife from the village, I'm ashamed.

Next day.

I've been sitting in front of the head with my heart racing. Even though I didn't want this wedding, I still panicked. Don't let me embarrass myself.

I glanced at the two ringleaders I loved, they smiled full of time to see me getting married to a girl I didn't even know about.

Ijab qobul was started, I was very nervous but, luckily I was able to do well.

I am officially a husband.

After the qobul ijab was finished, the girl came. When I saw her, wow, it was normal. There is no beauty, at most also kebantu make up so it looks a little beautiful. But, he was still on average to be paired with a handsome guy like me.

"Reza, his hand." Mama whispered to make me amused, it turns out everyone is waiting for me to extend a hand to this girl.

I also let him kiss my hand which is certainly fragrant because it uses an expensive handbody, different from his hand. He must have been wearing a shady handbody.

The event lasted until the afternoon, I was very tired.

Tonight, I have to teach the girl a lesson, she may not refuse this match.

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Nightfall.

I sat on the edge of the bed while playing my phone replying to messages from my friends.

There was the sound of the bathroom door being opened, she came out of the bathroom in a cat-patterned nightgown. Good thing she didn't come out in sexy clothes, I can see her curly body.

"Where are you going, huh?" I asked as he walked closer to the bed.

"Sleep," he answered gently. Cih, pretentious soften the sound, at most also the original sound is ugly.

"No, no, no! You can't sleep here!" press me to make him quiet while glancing around.

"Where do you sleep?" ask her.

"It's up to you, on the floor, on the couch, in the closet, in the bathroom. The important thing is don't sleep here and don't sleep out of the room!" answer me arrogantly. Why be kind to this future destroyer girl.

He did not ask or talk anymore, immediately he took out a blanket from the closet and slept on the sofa. Hm, obedience is also a child. In this way, I can more easily torture him so that he does not feel at home married to me.

"Mas," he called out to make my eyes glare.

Seeing that, he seemed like he did not talk and chose to be silent. Surely he wants to ask for the first night ration with me, I am handsome and also my good body. Ih, where do I want my first night with him. Just imagining it, I've shuddered in horror.

Go on, what was that? He called me mas? Could he call me mas, I am he ha? Uh, keep me her husband. But, still, he had to ask for my approval first if he wanted to call me using frills.

Cih, just disturb the girls.

"If it's finished work, the light switch is at the bedside well," he said back to voice. I stared at the light switch, and I wasn't blind until he had to tell me where the light switch was.

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