Forced to Marry a Bad Fig

Losing self-control

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Exactly half an hour before azan isya reverberated. Kirana woke up from a comfortable sleep. Eyes blinked. Try to adjust the light in the room. Silent moment. Remembering the last time he enjoyed the view of the sunset. Realize that sleep. Who brought him to bed?

The aroma of cooking is so piercing. A faint voice sounded from the kitchen. Kirana glanced at the wall clock. His eyes are perfectly round. He forgot the asar prayer. And now it's almost praying. Kirana rushed to purify herself and prayed maghrib.

Meanwhile Akbar who was in the kitchen was heating the food he had just ordered. Akbar never had a housekeeper or maid. Previously, Umi suggested Bi Ijah. Maid at home to Akbar. But this young man refused. He prefers to be alone and in silence

Finally, Akbar did cook himself or if lazy, he ordered. To clean the apartment. Sometimes Akbar asked Bi Ijah to come occasionally. It was also rare, Akbar usually preferred to clean up on his own. He is a young man who has been taught to live independently since childhood.

Drrrt! Drrv!

Akbar's phone ringtone on the pantry table made him flinch. He picked up the phone with a faint smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ummi" Akbar said

"Wa'alaikumsalam Akbar's. How are you, son? How's Kirana doing?" the voice across there sounded calm.

"Thank God we are good, Ummi. How is Ummi with Abi? Randy's with his wife?"

"Alhamdulillah we are good too Son, Puspa just check the content. The baby is healthy." Ummi's voice on the other side sounded very carefree. If they faced each other, Akbar was sure both Ummi's shady eyes were now sparkling.

"Alhamdulillah" cried Akbar

"You're also a prankster, love our granddaughter Randy."

The deg!

A flash of memory came to Akbar's mind. As he lifted Kirana's body onto their bed. Unknowingly. Her lips dyed the top of Kirana's head. Then, the kiss streaked to the cheeks and other parts of the face when Kirana did not wake up because of her actions. Akbar even kissed and tasted his wife's lips. Until it switched to Kirana's neck.

Akbar lost control. Her lips gave a kiss mark that looked quite red on Kirana's neck. Until he later woke up. Afraid to do more. However, he was a normal man and could imagine how he could not resist touching the beautiful woman who had become his wife.

Be ill. Hugely.

What he wants is in front of his eyes. But he couldn't reach her. It was the saddest of circumstances and made the pain of feeling.

"Yes Mi?" Akbar flinched and spontaneously wavered.

"Why are you, son?" ummi's voice sounded anxious.

"No Papa Mi, it's a long time ago. assalamu'alaikum!" when the greeting reply sounded, Akbar immediately disconnected the connection. One silent. Until an unpleasant aroma made him realize that his cooking in the pan had blackened.

Akbar turned off the stove and sighed harshly. A footstep sounded approaching.

"Shit?" who else if not Kirana. Before the woman had a long nag, Akbar turned around and grabbed her phone. Ordering again, because the rest of this food can not be eaten together.

Kirana looks like she's in pajamas. He looked at Akbar who was still cool with his cellphone. Then drink the mineral water in the refrigerator and just walk away.

When the food that Akbar ordered came, he called Kirana to eat.

"Gue don't eat." Kirana replied without looking at Akbar. He was playing his phone to order a fruit salad.

"Gue wants a diet. Just yesterday afternoon was bargained as a model for the cover of the latest Muslimah Style magazine." Kirana uttered in a happy-sounding voice. Then Akbar went back to the kitchen to eat.

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"Other times, wake up dong if the prayer time!" Kirana again spoke without looking at Akbar. He broke down and began to close his eyes.

Akbar chose to continue his work. Writing with focus. In an instant, Akbar was already late in his own writing story.

Drrv! Drr!

The sound of Kirana's cell phone made akbar flinch. Glance at the glance of the clock that points to the figure of midnight. His forehead is crinkling deep. Who called Kirana this late?

Akbar then tried to ignore. His fingers dance back on the keyboard.

Two hours passed, he was tired. Akbar chose to take a thick blanket in the closet and sleep on the sofa. He was afraid he could not hold back and lost control again. When passing the nightstand. Again, Kirana's phone rang. Akbar glanced at Kirana who was still sleeping comfortably. Looks really good.

Unknowingly, Akbar stepped closer and picked up Kirana's phone. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the name on his wife's phone screen.

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