Forced to Marry an Actor

Not the Honeymoon

Marissa locked the door as soon as they entered the room. Arya who saw the scene was cold sweat.

"Why in the door lock?" arya asked nervously.

"Sst! This is our protective measure so as not to be disturbed!"

Gluey! Arya gulped. "Not to be disturbed?"

Marissa nodded steadily. "Rubber! You want our parents to follow us here and keep playing this interrogation it's about our divorce like that? Just imagining it is horrified! Can't sleep peacefully if that happens!"

"O-oh, your goal is to lock it up just to get some quiet sleep?" Arya looked relieved.

Marissa is suspicious. "What do you think? Hayooo..."

Arya stuffed Marissa's mouth with her palm. He is reluctant to hear Marissa calling out for his ludicrous thoughts.

Marissa brushed off the hand while giggling.

"I'm going to wash my face and go to sleep!"

"Okay. okee.. sleep yes..not another, hihi!" seductress Marissa is still ticking.

Tonight was different from the previous night. An awkward feeling rippled between Arya and Marissa who were currently sleeping on their backs next to each other while both of them were compactly holding a blanket at the chest boundary. The two also even steal each other's eyes, occasionally glancing but immediately throw their faces if caught. Really like a plain couple who are still wrapped in shyness but want to.

Arya recalled what she said in the park. How embarrassing that is. I don't know what possessed Arya until she could say that.

As for Marissa who was equally shy when she was shocked to hear Aryan's confession. It feels more so if remembered especially when he unconsciously paced while his face fans in front of Arya. Then, she secretly remembered about their kiss. Shamelessly Marissa thought Arya's lips were very soft. Is this a taste of the sanctity of a man's lips?

Marissa who tried to neutralize her thoughts until she had to close her eyes with all her might. Mind your rotten mind Marissa! he swore in his heart.

"Why you?" asked Arya who realized the strangeness of the woman beside her.

"It's okay. Just sleepy doang," Marissa's pretext is lying.

"Oohs. Mmm, don't you want to say something?"

Marissa was silent as if thinking. "No."

"Yes, you better sleep now. I also want to sleep," replied Arya who then tilted her back to Marissa making the woman pout in disbelief.

Oemjee! What insensitive people are these? Tau ah dark! marissa Narrator. So upset with Arya's indifference, she finally tilted her back to her husband. Is the code Marissa gave before the shower not enough to go to the next phase? That's you, anu. yah you know it!

Arya sighed. She why is that? Like nothing happened? Kok can casually say sleepy. Why doesn't he appreciate my feelings at all? I thought he was gonna say something or do something about it? this time it was Arya who was moaning. It is not hypocritical that he expects something from Marissa because he realizes that at this time the two can open up to each other and even express their feelings for each other. But with Marissa's behavior like that even makes Arya so disappointed.

Arya and Marissa who misunderstood each other fell asleep with their own thoughts of disappointment.

Not feeling how long they had been asleep but Arya finally woke up first when the back of Marissa's hand landed hard on her face.

Arya automatically opened her eyes. He saw Marissa was still slumbering while gritting her teeth and one hand scratched her stomach and one leg straddled Arya's legs were still neatly wrapped in a blanket. Arya who had been spilled on Marissa immediately melted immediately saw her behavior that looks funny.

But in fact, the cuteness only lasted five minutes until then Arya's body felt stiff and cramp because it was controlled by Marissa's hands and feet that freely fell on her.

Arya could not move and wanted to get rid of all that immediately but could not bear because Marissa was still sleeping soundly like a fainting person. But a knock on the door changed everything.

"Sister! Brother Arya! Brother Rissa! Awake, Brother! Breakfast first do not make children continue, it can be continued later tonight, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow!"

From the cry and outspoken this voice must be hers Ani!

What the hell Ani's mom pretentiously tau, ngasal anyway! Shameful, what if his words are heard by Papa and others? arya's inner babbling.

"Yes, yeah. We'll be down in a minute!" arya replied half-screaming which reflexively woke Marissa up. The woman was half-conscious while rubbing her eyes but when she saw Arya's face right in front of her eyes Marissa was quick to wipe her lips first afraid there was a trace of licking there.

"Hello Arya my dear love, good morrnyingg.. I love you.." said Marissa cheerfully about to kiss Arya but the man immediately dodged. It feels weird that Marissa behaves like that without being awkward at all after a night of just sleeping.

"You're awake? Take a shower and get ready for breakfast."

"Huhuh? Being together? Just us?" marissa asked with sparkling eyes.

Arya nodded wryly. "Of course it's family breakfast!"

Marissa disappointed. The shadow of romance in his mind was dashed instantly.

Marissa hooked Arya's arm as she descended into the dining room and finished dressing up. But it feels awkward, their journey is like entering another world. Why did the faces of the people at the dining table look strange? Everyone smiled suspiciously. Their grin is too wide if it should be called an ordinary smile or just a greeting smile.

"Adduuhhh who had a honeymoon last night must be tired, here, here you sit breakfast for more energy," papa Arya teased despite talking so in front of the iron.

Mama Arya pats Papa's arm, "Hust, Papa! Don't tell me, I'm afraid they'll be embarrassed!" but Papa who was reprimanded like that even grinned and even had time tos with Pak Aga.

"We didn't have a honeymoon, and last night nothing happened with us" Marissa said as if talking to a friend, there was no shame.

Everything that had been grinning straightened his lips in unison. No more arches there.

"Loh, why?" ask Mr. Aga to protest.

"Why the hell, Pa? It's up to us dong to what, when Rissa must tell Papa such business?"

"Hehehe, oh yes yes yes yes." replied Mr. Aga relented and so immediately clumsy.

"Don't do it, son. Mr. Aga was just shocked to hear what you said just now, as well as with Papa. If you do not immediately honeymoon is when these fathers change the status of grandfathers, dong? Wasn't besan? Hahaha.." Papa's loud laughter blared in the dining room. The problem is that Papa does not laugh alone but is also accompanied by Pak Aga. It feels so noisy!

They were joking when they continued eating. This breakfast event runs solemnly and warmly until Pak Aga nyeletuk who surprised everything.

"Rissa, how many kids will you have?"

Marissa and Arya looked at each other. "I don't know, Pa. How much in the love of God alone," replied Marissa as her hand sliced the meat on a plate.

"If it can be 5, let it be rame, huwahahaha!" kanda Pak Aga.

The laughter was welcomed by Papa Arya. "That's the stage Besan, why not just 11 let us make a football field?"

"May, may be, good idea!" their laughter still breaks. Gentlemen's humor upset Arya. Do you have to talk like that in front of them? Why not think about Marissa's feelings. What if Marissa is hurt? They think my wife's a mother cat?

When he was going to make sure Marissa who hurt her heart, Arya even found another reality. I don't know what his wife was thinking, instead of being annoyed he was smiling himself. Something's not right! Surely he ngayal ngaco-ngaco nih?!

Arya brought herself closer to Marissa's ear. "Why are you smiling at all? Not angry!?"

Marissa brought her mouth closer to Arya's ear. "Why angry? This is even good! Think about it, if we have many children, there is also a lot of time to make it. That means a lot of kids style! Hihihi!"

"meaning? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Each of us makes our children wear different styles! There is a style.hmmppp.." reflex Arya covered Marissa's mouth with her hands. He knew what his wife was talking about. This woman was so careless to tell her imagination in front of everyone!

"You guys why the hell? What style does that mean?" asked Bu Aga curious who turned out despite whispering even though there were those who stole their words.

Could be this bad! Did Madam Aga hear all their chatter? Arya panic. As a stiff and inexperienced person in 'stylish', how should he respond to a situation like this?

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