Forced Young Marriage

Chapter 3

the two were in the gazebo next to Deyna's house, sitting together enjoying the night wind that was not too strong.

no one intended to start the conversation, they just kept quiet with their eyes straight ahead.

"why don't you persuade Ortu you to cancel this matchmaking?" tanya Zayyan finally opened her voice with a fixed gaze pointing forward.

"lo yourself why don't you refuse when your order says you want to apply for me?" deyna asked back, she glanced at Zayyan at a glance then looked back towards the front.

"gue doesn't want to make my parents sad with me on the proposal" Zayyan replied casually.

"that's also my answer" Deyna said with a heavy sigh heard by Zayyan.

"that way, we just walk according to the plot set, maybe as time goes on, we will accept reality" Zayyan said seriously.

Deyna chuckled while pulling a slanted smile marked mocking the words made by Zayyan.

"gue can't find you, I already have a guy" Deyna replied telling her status who already has a boyfriend.

"lo huck it will lose to me if I have become your husband" said Zayyan lightly underestimated the Deyna man.

"it's so bad you want to be my husband" Deyna replied with a cynical glance at Zayyan.

"yes, you will bow to me after I become your husband" said Zayyan confidently looking at Deyna who continued to look forward.

"or instead, you will bow to me" Deyna looked back at Zayyan with a serious look.

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a few weeks after the dinner, the wedding was closed.

right on Sunday, Deyna's house was titled kabul ijab which was attended by neighbors and close relatives only.

LEGITIMATE

it sounded loud and loud the guests cheered thanks for the kabul ijab very smoothly in like without a hitch.

after the event at the title, Deyna immediately went into the room, her self was still sleepy and last night she was not too deep due to thinking about her usual marriage.

Zayyan entered the room at the behest of Papa Bram who saw Zayyan just silent to see the departure of Deyna who was not waiting for him.

seeing the girl who just a few hours ago legitimately belonged to her was busy removing the makeup polish on her face.

she immediately stepped into the bathroom without speaking a word to Deyna who was the same as her.

so long ago, Deyna had to shower in the next room.

"that's the guy inside for so long, what the hell is he? boker what it is, like a girl taking a long bath really" muttered Deyna glanced at the bathroom door.

until not long after Deyna muttered like that, the bathroom door began to open and showed Zayyan's head looking to the right and left like looking for something.

"look for what?" tanya Deyna stopped her activities playing games on hp.

"from my suitcase, where are you?" zayyan replied honestly, he has been very cold due to being locked up in the bathroom for too long.

"oh is under the cake, not yet in the same between bi Ita" Deyna answered casually back staring at her cellphone screen.

"flood, pantes I feel there is less" muttered Zayyan at the end with a sigh.

Deyna glanced at a glance. "don't tell me to take your suitcase below, I'm a mager" Deyna tau gelagat Zayyan said.

"that's very same husband himself, I'm cold already this anjai, yakali I came out just use doang" reply Zayyan complained coldly.

"gue ga care, anyways no one wants to see your body that b aja so time" said Deyna indifferently immediately face down his body while continuing to play the game.

Zayyan looked at Deyna in annoyance, and she began to step out of the bathroom with her half-shivering body.

"watch lo Dey, I will bales someday" muttered Zayyan looking at Deyna who did not care about her cold condition.

a few minutes after her, the door was knocked from the outside, Zayyan immediately stepped towards the room door to open the door.

"this den Zay, sorry aunt forgot to send den Zay clothes" regret bi Ita by lowering her head did not want to look at the face of her mistress husband for fear.

"yes no matter what, thank you for everything" said Zayyan to welcome a small suitcase containing his clothes for the night at his in-laws' house.

Zayyan went back into the room, and immediately put on clothes so that his body was warm again.

"it's finally warm" muttered Zayyan sighing in relief.

"that's why I'm cold-assed, guys are afraid of the cold" sneered Deyna inching up from the bed looking at Zayyan who was turning her back.

"cih, just become a wife for a few hours already dau dagu terribly" cynical Zayyan facing Deyna and staring her sharp.

"what? wanna fight? please do" cried Deyna defiantly.

"okay, you will be the law as much as possible" said Zayyan with a sharp gaze and began to move closer to the mattress occupied by Deyna.