
Arya got closer, closer and closer, and instead of kissing Marissa, she put her palm on Marissa's forehead.
"www!" peekik Marissa was shocked.
Everyone was also shocked, like the lightning of the old men there began to take turns lecturing Arya.
"You're nothing, son, instead of being kissed on the block!"
"Arya, pity Marissa, her head still hurts even you're beating!"
"Geez, son, you could be like that to your own wife."
"Wahh Arya is less romantic, but do not be shy cat is okay kaliiii.."
That's the complaint she heard for not kissing Marissa.
"Here, Arya does not want to kiss in front of many people, if such business can be when we are alone later," Arya's pretext gave an excuse, not to really do but just as an excuse for him so that others do not prolong the business.
"Cieee. wants to be alone nih ye.." poked Papa Arya while he was grinning.
"Yes sir, maybe Arya wants a pair of things, after kissing the forehead can be to the others.." Pak Aga tease chimed.
"What about the other laiiinn?" asked Papa Arya again to flirt, pretending not to know.
"What ya... That's just the point..." Mr. Aga was whiny while elbowing Arya.
"Hush Papa, you kids are so embarrassed!" reprimand Bu Aga after seeing the faces of Arya and Marissa who are both flushed.
"Already.. It's okay if Arya doesn't want to kiss Marissa right now. Maybe embarrassed to be ignored. Well, now Nak Rissa blew out the candle before abis, it has melted a lot," said Mama Arya mediate.
After talking like that, there was finally no one to tempt Arya anymore. They agreed to blow the candles immediately.
Marissa comes to the cake held by Papa Arya. Before blowing out the candle, he did not forget to make a prayer first.
"May all families be given health. May this second life be better in the future. May Arya fall in love with me" Marissa said in secret. Then blow out the candles immediately. All the process of cutting and distributing cakes was carried out. Not to forget all the workers at Arya's house were part of Marissa's tart. Afterwards continue eating together.
Without feeling the time quickly passed, the night began to show itself. Realizing this, Mr. Aga and his wife decided to go home after making sure Marissa seemed comfortable returning to this house. They also did not forget to order so that Marissa did not hesitate to contact if she needed something.
Before Marissa went to the room, she paused for a moment.
"Why Nak? Is there anything left?" ask Papa Arya.
"Mhh, Rissa's afraid of sleeping alone Pa. What if Rissa needs anything? To stand alone is still difficult," Marissa's deliberate code.
Papa thought for a moment and like a divine light above his head, Papa was immediately sensitive, he understood the desire of his daughter-in-law. "Well, how about you sleep with Arya? He's your husband, you should sleep together, anyway" Papa surprised Arya.
Arya shook her head quickly. "No need for Pa! Arya can't sleep with him!"
"Why son? You are husband and wife and there is no prohibition that you should not sleep together!" papa insisted.
"Did Papa forget that Aryan's marriage was only a contract? Whatever Papa says Arya won't hear anymore!" arya said annoyed and then just went to her room without caring about them all.
Arya closed the door of her room tightly. He sat at the end of the bed, calming down. While venting irritating emotions and thoughts, Arya mused alone.
This is not what he wants, it feels Arya has really been deceived. He was forced to marry Marissa because of a contract, now is the time for the contract to end but why did his parents encourage him to make Arya and Marissa's marriage a reality? Arya really does not want to build a household with a woman she does not love.
Tok Tok Tok!
A knock breaks Aryan daydreams. At first he didn't care, but the beat kept bothering him, now it even rhymed.
An annoyed Arya did not bother him at all. Even if the door knocker's finger was broken he wouldn't care at all!
The voice outside suddenly became silent. Arya waits for Marissa's call to make sure she's gone from there.
"Aryan... Argh.. It hurts!"
Arya gasped, she put her ears wide listening to him carefully. Did he hear wrong?
"Blood.. Darakh!" peekik Marissa half yelled.
Arya who heard the word blood immediately stood up from her seat. Apparently he didn't hear Marissa's moans wrong just now. As she neared the door she still heard Marissa's voice in pain.
Arya panicked and died. He subconsciously ran towards the door and opened it as fast as lightning.
"Yet..!" marissa surprised Arya.
Marissa's left hand rested on her own. One of his palms was on his head while his elbow was leaning against the door frame, while his left foot was crossed on his right foot casually.
"Surprise!!" marissa exclaimed again, "hehehe.. break even do we both make a surprise?" marissa's grin makes blood rise to Arya's head.
Arya's mad. Marissa can fool Arya by pretending to be in such pain!
"Your behavior is outrageous. You can make a joke by shouting in pain like that!" Arya goes back to the room to close the door but is arrested by Marissa.
"Let's Marissa!"
"So!"
"If you don't want to let go, I'm forced to cover this up violently!"
"Try it if you can!" challenge Marissa.
An annoyed Arya was really about to close the door violently, but before closing she was restrained again when Marissa shouted as the door almost clamped her fingers.
Arya who can't bear to hold it back is the door. Marissa saw a great opportunity and pushed the door firmly and ran into Arya's room without caring about the scar felt on her stomach.
Arya was stunned inexhaustibly. She also entered the room, shouting at Marissa to get out of her room.
"No way!" marissa answered and fell asleep in Arya's bed. And even more upsetting was when he asked Arya to lie down beside him.
"Here's bobo." said Marissa spoiled.
Arya left her waist, looked up at the sky, shook her head and rubbed her face with one hand.
Without saying anything he left his room. Too tired to argue with Marissa to fight over her room. After all Arya thought most Marissa would get bored later and go back to her own room.
Arya went to the living room, where her mother was watching television while on a massage by a housekeeper named Atik.
"How come you didn't get Marissa here?" mama's question made the heat in Arya's heart.
Without saying anything, Arya dropped herself on a long sofa and lay down on it. But immediately sat down again to vent his heart by talking to Mama.
"Ma, why the hell are Arya and Marissa's contracts not done? This is how Arya was really tricked. Even by my own parents!" arya whine is bad.
"Your mother has no intention of deceiving you, there is not the slightest thought of such a thing! But, the Marissa family and your Papa seem to feel that you are suitable and complementary. So we think what's wrong if you're in a real soul mate."
"That's what you feel is not Arya! Mama knows for herself what Marissa is like, knows also her past is very bad. Whether it's honest or just the reason it says not to know the status of a married man or what it is, but to get pregnant out of wedlock? For Arya it was a big mistake! As long as Mama knows, Arya does not even dare to kiss a woman who is not holy in marriage, then now Arya's own parents even match her son with a woman like that?! Is it to satisfy Mama and Papa, Arya should be obliged to understand him as well? Can't Arya marry Arya's own chosen woman?"
"Last you were obviously tricked by a woman of your own choice! What's wrong now that you're trying to have a relationship with the woman of our choice?" suddenly Papa was already standing behind the sofa occupied by Arya.
Arya stared at the voice of Papa who did not know when it came, and no less surprised Arya, why did Papa bring up the choice of woman first? He made a mistake with her and her family. And maybe Arya was wrong to have chosen Raya, but somehow she had felt love with Raya even though she ended up disappointed. But with Marissa, why is that feeling so hard to achieve.
Does Arya have to resign herself to accept the circumstances that make it difficult? Is there no longer a chance to actually find the woman he loves and instead sincerely love her?
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