FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

First Night

Kissing for so long, in the background of the beach, the breeze, it felt like I was in a mirage of the world, I was still confused, it was too ambiguous for me. It's real or not. But I don't want to open my eyes, I just want to keep feeling a joy without distraction. If it's a dream, then I don't want to wake up, but if it's real, then I want it to be eternal. Well ... that's how humans are, always greedy.

“Kakak,“ said after removing her lips from mine.

I opened my eyes, then looked at him deeply, and saw his face shining white, turning red, either because of the sun's tricks, either because of restraining lust, or maybe not because of shame.

He stroked my cheek gently, then smiled.

Deg !!!

Especially this??? I can't control my own emotions.

“I love Kakus“ very much He smiled.

Yes pampuunnn .. even we lose the sweetness with the smile of my husband.

I ducked bashfully, not thinking that a woman as hard and tough as myself, could lose just because of the smile of a boy. Ck, love is so, it always sucks.

The wind, pounding our bodies, bears witness to the sacred story of our journey, listening to every whisper of our love and affection.

After a long period of time, to be able to control each other, we finally decided to return to the hotel. After that we had time to eat, and walk elsewhere, until almost night.

Along the way, towards the hotel, we walked hand in hand, with hands that could not be separated from our own.

I love my husband very much. As for him, age is not a barrier to our love.

Kkkrriiyeett ...

The door of the room was opened, I timidly walked ahead of Zain, with my hands still interlocked with each other.

I sat my body in bed,

“Zain, I want to shower first“ I stand, I mean to immediately go to the bathroom, I want to feel like I'm drowning my head, to be able to neutralize my mind.

But Zain, swiftly pulled my hand tightly, until I fell on him.

“Za Zain ... “ I was aghast at Zain's reaction, but he just fell silent.

Deg, deg, deg ...

Suddenly Zain let go of my hand, then moved.

I'm confused, where is Zain going to leave me anyway???.

Gratyskk ...

Lights off,

“Hah?? Zain, how dark???” I was looking for lighting.

Greeppc ... Zain hugged me tightly, without a bulkhead.

“Bismillah, Allahumma jannibissyaithaana, wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa“ Zain whispers a do’a do’a that I have previously read in the marriage book guide.

One year of living with Zain, the likes, the sorrows, the jokes, the laughter, the crying, the longing, everything I've ever lived. All that feeling, I've experienced.

This marriage, it seems so silly, it all started with me so' strong, and so' dare to go to the wedding of the ex, which makes me trapped in a situation that used to feel very terrible, he said, but now that horror, turned into an immeasurable sense of happiness.

Accompanying the husband, with a distance of almost eight years old, is not easy for me, especially Zain was still second grade High School at that time, it was hard for me, if I remember again, how many times, I don't know, the thought of parting crossed my mind.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, my domestic exams will probably be tougher than before, but I'm sure, like before, I'll be able to get through them all. That belief, which allowed me to survive until this very moment. Until I can get the happiness I want.

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