Getting Married Due to a Trap

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Tomorrow morning.

05:00

The time of dawn prayer passed, with the presence of Khaira who had finished performing dawn prayers. Kevin is a priest. After a long drama to persuade Kevin to become a priest.

Now that Khaira did not immediately move from the top of the prayer mat, he took the Qur'an which he still kept in his backpack.

While Kevin after the prayer asked by Khaira, he again lay on the bed, Kevin thought there were benefits and overwhelming positives after the presence of Khaira in his life.

Kevin who was originally a prayer ogah-ogahan perform prayer, now although still light and not yet the presence of fatigue from his heart, due to the compulsion more precisely the whining of a child-like Khaira, who was a child, he eventually burst out and prayed and became a priest.

Even though his wife knew very well the reading that Kevin read was still ambiguous because he was rarely praying, even very stiff in his tongue to say iftah sentences.

But not the least his wife blasphemed him, just after finishing praying, sometimes Khaira justifies his reading without offending Kevin.

So Kevin will be more diligent and more intent in performing prayers from the heart because he wants to be close to the Creator. Not because of other people, nor because of coercion or whining again from his wife.

All Kevin is doing right now is observing Khaira's face which implies the meaning of calmness. However, suddenly there is something that makes him realize that Khaira still keeps all clothes including the Qur'an in a backpack.

Kevin got out of bed, and saw Khaira's backpack still in the corner of the sofa. A month! A month Khaira lived in his house, why did he realize something so trivial? "OMG, what kind of husband am I?" mumbled wailing.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Khaira finally finished reciting the verses of the Qur'an. Kevin shifted his sitting position from the edge of the bed now turned down and sat on the floor facing the right side of Khaira.

"Ra." said Kevin spoiled calling his wife.

Khaira smiled amusedly at Kevin's voice which seemed to be spoiled, then turned to the right side, "Hehe....What's with your voice?"

"Ehem.." Kevin cleared his throat to return his voice to what it was. Because it was felt to have a soft voice and even laughed at Khaira, "I just want to say, are your clothes still in the bag?"

Khaira looked at Kevin and then looked at his backpack three seconds later looking back at Kevin, she gave a short nod, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Kevin let out a long sigh, and his wife asked him why? Kevin was getting anxious about making it, he wanted to eat Khaira like eating yupi. Throw Khaira's forehead with his hands.

"Aishis.. Kevin, it hurts to know!" said Khaira rubbed his forehead which was shaken Kevin.

"Aishis.. Kevin's sick to know!" said Kevin imitating the sound style of Khaira, "Even dah ah, you are not a traveler who stays and leaves. You've been a month or even more than a month, but you still survive putting all your clothes in a bag? Feel my anxiety, if you say you're chewing gum I've eaten.." umpat Kevin like scolding Khaira, he saw Khaira just put on a flat face.

"Your presentation is as if I deserve to be like gum, sweet enough to be thrown away!" answer Khaira flat.

Gleck... Kevin examined his words which in Khaira's eyes had been mistaken. "It's wrong to talk! Kevin-Kevin." so deep down.

"Well, I mean that. You put it in a bag you're a traveler, Joko Kendil?" said Kevin, rectifying his words that may have been wrong in his delivery.

Khaira nodded confirming Kevin's remark saying traveller.

"Yes, I am a traveler. You must know Mas, I was forced to leave the village to avoid my crazy Uncle, and I was stuck with you the arrogant master, and I became a wife immediately? Haha.... What wife? Even all this time I didn't imagine life as a wife?" khaira said casually, he felt it was time for Kevin to know about the departure from the village to the city, then move from sitting on the prayer mat and releasing the subordinates of the faith.

Looking at Khaira who laughed a little, like hiding a burden behind laughter, Kevin saw the laughter of Khaira pretending, "Therefore we are met, so that you do not have to imagine to be a wife, so that you do not have to imagine being a wife, just enjoy it now as my wife,"

Khaira turned to face Kevin, "Hahaha. Yes yes yes yes, we are indeed husband and wife who happened due to misunderstanding. Can we love each other after this?"

Kevin got up from his seat, he came to Khaira, one hand down. Now that Khaira was in his arms, he said softly right in Khaira's ear that was still covered with mucus, "How then can our marriage and our status entwined by this misunderstanding become truth and can produce love? I guess we do need a kid to prove, what do you think, hm?"

Waving his eyes at Kevin very closely, Khaira turned her back. Reluctant to meet the look of Kevin's eyes like an arrow, and prefer to look down.

"Kids? Again about the kid who's your excuse?" Khaira raised her face to face with a look in Kevin's eyes. "if you use that excuse only to satisfy your lust, then forgive me! Because whenever I can't! Reassure me, in your heart, there is me and forever I am one." Khaira pointed at Kevin's chest with her index finger.

"You're making it hard to breathe Kevin. Now let me go." Khaira pushes Kevin's chest.

At once Kevin let go of his embrace. Khaira fell on the floor.

"Mas Kevin!" khaira exclaimed in annoyance, suddenly Kevin let go of his embrace and made her fall on the floor.

Kevin chuckled, "Hemmm.." then leaned over to Khaira a little, "Show, you fall if you get out of my arms, and so on. Therefore, hold on, then forever you will be safe." he said slowly, he smiled thinly and then stood up again and did not intend to help Khaira to stand up.

Khaira put on a hardened face looking at Kevin, he then reached out his hand hoping that Kevin would help him stand up.

Kevin let out a long sigh looking at Khaira's battered face that was like a kitten, he then extended his hand.

Judging by Kevin's outstretched hand with an open palm, Khaira pulled her own hand without any help from Kevin, standing up.

Kevin rounded his eyes perfectly looking at Khaira who did not rub his outstretched hand. Looks like Kevin just realized Khaira's plan, that he was declared Prank!

"Look at Kevin, I can stand on my own without any help from you! Therefore, eliminate your confidence that is as high as Mount Merapi!" khaira said, he then took off his boss's face and waltzed away from Kevin while aiming at his shoulder indifferently.

Anxious, that's what's in Kevin's heart seeing Khaira's behavior. Seems in his heart there is a tickling tickle, eager to reply Khaira.

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After washing clothes, even though with great difficulty using only one hand, clean is not a clean affair lately. The most important thing is cuciaj.

But at the time will dry clothes in the back garden which is only 3x3 meters wide. Kevin's voice messed up the daydream.

"I told you not to wash, I'll take it to the laundry" said Kevin, standing with his arms against the kitchen door frame leading to the park.

At a glance, Khaira looked at Kevin without answering.

Seeing that Khaira was silent made Kevin anxious, he approached Khaira and grabbed the wet clothes his wife was holding, "Then listen to your husband!"

Kevin looked into his eyes and turned to look at Kevin's hand which grabbed the wet clothes from his hand. Khaira sighed.

"Aren't I a good wife?" Khaira turned the bucket containing the laundry to Kevin, "good husband, this time I obey your words, so please help me dry the laundry, Okay?" he said as he wrapped his thumb and index finger. Khaira passed from the face of Kevin who was still dumbstruck.

"I got the stone." Kevin saw Khaira's departure, saw the hand holding the laundry and turned to stare at the pile of laundry in the bucket, he let out a long sigh. Resignedly. Finally it was the one who was drying the clothes.

Kitchen, like women. The kitchen was Khaira's next destination, he prepared breakfast as usual.

Quite simply just yesterday's leftover rice, carrots, col as a mixture of fried rice and two eggs. The fried rice menu is the goal for this morning's breakfast menu.

After the water boils, Khaira prepares the tea, but before inserting the tea bag into Kevin's clear teapot stops him, making Khaira gasp.

"I don't want tea" exclaimed Kevin to see Khaira pouring hot water into the teapot.

Khaira shuddered his shoulders, "Keep what he wants?"

"I want you." Kevin approached his wife.

Seriate