Getting Married Due to a Trap

Bram's visit.

In the yard, Kevin parked his motorbike, staring at the house that still looks dark from the inside. He then walked towards the door, and opened it slowly, the dark state of the house, only biased light from the porch lights, like there was no life in his house.

Kevin, putting a helmet on the living room table, and walking towards Khaira's room, turned on the room light, but he did not find the girl in any corner of the room, there was only a prayer mat that stretched over the floor, beside the bed.

Kevin came out of Khaira's room, and walked towards the kitchen. However, he was surprised, when he faintly saw a white figure sitting in a dark kitchen room chair. Make it go backwards.

Gedebugh

"Buset by now, surprise me!" kevin was surprised.

A white figure was still unmoved, Kevin then ventured to rise from the fall, and held back his aching butt, looking for the presence of a light switch. And it was only clear from the kitchen lights, who was a white figure sitting on a dining table chair.

"Khaira..!" his screeches.

Khaira was silent, but in her heart she smiled at Kevin's panic, until the man fell. After the prayer and the evaporation of all tastes, complain to the Creator, the Owner lives and dies.

Khaira who still wears the mukenah, feeling a tremendous thirst, he finally decided to go to the kitchen to drink a mouthful of water relieving thirst thirst. Khaira also hears Kevin coming home, and heads to her room, but she prefers to keep quiet.

Kevin approached Khaira. However, before his butt he dropped on the wooden chair.

Khaira got up from her seat, and was about to return to the room without seeing Kevin who wanted to talk to her.

"My Delf." Kevin called out to her in a soft tone of voice.

Khaira continued to walk without looking, and entered the room.

Followed by Kevin, who strongly dislikes getting cold Khaira's behavior. Kevin managed to grab Khaira's hand, and immediately hugged her from behind.

"Dengerin first, do not immediately believe what you see, sometimes what you see does not match reality."

Kevin tried to explain what happened, while in front of the discotheque.

But Khaira still remained silent, but also did not rebel, he followed Kevin's steps leading him to the sofa, which was in the room.

Still reluctant to open his bone-white face, Kevin takes Khaira to sit opposite him.

"My Delf." said Kevin softly, he still saw the look on Khaira's maniacal face. "Khaira." call him again. But Khaira was still reluctant to look at him, preferring to bow and play his fingers.

"Let's solve this problem, don't let it drag on." said Kevin, and raised Khaira's chin still lowered with his finger.

"What do we need to do, what is our marriage?" khaira said, softly but still heard by Kevin.

Kevin let out a long sigh, "Now, I ask? Do you want us to separate?"

Khaira was silent, not knowing what to answer, for the question that made her heart feel half lost, Khaira thought. And was stringing words in his mind, what words were right for him to say.

"If indeed we split up is the best way, for you and also for me," said Khaira, floating. Kevin's still waiting, what's going to be that white bone-famous girl. "Don't kick me out, until I get my salary this month" he continued.

Kevin did not think.

Hemm.

"Okay but, there's one condition?" kevin said, applying for conditions, he also did not want a farewell. However, Kevin wants to know more, what his wife actually wants.

"What's the condition?" khaira replied, hoping that the conditions Kevin asked for did not exceed the limits, which he could.

"We have to room!" take Kevin, no debate. He also moved from his seat, regardless of Khaira who could only blink her eyes.

"A, what? A roommate?" Khaira stammered.

And sure enough, Kevin did not mess with his words, he brought his pillow to Khaira's room, and lay on his back on a soft bed.

Khaira pretended to be busy reading a book on the sofa not far from the bed, but her eyes were like three Watt yellow lights, so sepet.

"Khaira's.." Kevin calls Khaira, hoping that the girl will ignore her whereabouts.

Hair that is tied up shows a neck that is not too level, the color of his skin that is like the dawn. In addition, the sleep lamp with a slightly yellowish light bias. Makes Kevin anxious and wants to muck around the stubborn creature.

Kevin, who only wears home-style clothes, got out of bed and approached Khaira who was so' busy reading blue-covered books.

Kevin is very angry, will the behavior of the silent Khaira, he prefers the girl to talk a lot, it will make him feel more alive and cheerful. Kevin picked up the book that was in the hand of the girl dressed in long pajamas.

Khaira was surprised, and looked at Kevin with eyes ready to draw his brown netra. He tried to reclaim the book that was in Kevin's hands and raise it to the top of his head.

Khaira is having a hard time getting it back.

"Mas Kevin!" hardik Khaira, upset.

"Speak, what's really pissing you off, what's the matter in front of the discotheque?" kevin said he wanted to find out what the truth was, until he kept the girl quiet all night.

"Yes, what exactly is your job. Why have you been dishonest all this time, and just say go to work, work and work." sergeant Khaira said uneg-unegnya, somehow he felt relieved.

Kevin was stunned, he looked at the face of the wife who looked serious. "I work at discotheques, and all this time I haven't trusted this to admit my work to you. I'm afraid you'll misunderstand my work. After all, haven't you asked me what my job is, yeah I don't think you care what I do."

"Who said huh? Who said I don't care. You've taken your own speculation Mas, you've considered me someone else for not being honest with me. Is it just because I'm your serial wife?" khaira Tukas.

Kevin pulls out his phone, he points to a photo of Khaira's closeness along with Rezki.

"Then what? This is what Khaira is? You hold hands with your boss, you refuse to quit your job, because you're in love with him, right? You love Rezki?" kevin said with his words.

Khaira widened her eyes, she saw her picture on Kevin's phone. If remembered, it is a photo that was likely taken during the day. Then again look at Kevin's face that looks tense and angry.

"Enough Kevin. Enough's enough!" Khaira rebuked Kevin's accusation. "listen to me Mas Kevin, I've learned to forget Asep, it's because of you, and now you're accusing me of loving another man instead? I'm not that easily in love. My trauma about marriage bit by bit began to get rid of because of what? Because you too? But you and Clara, you've kept me thinking badly, I don't know what the relationship is between you and Clara, but please don't complicate my life." she added.

"I'm tired Kevin, I'm really tired." Khaira inched to sit up and said in a pitched voice of despair.

Kevin felt bad, he had misunderstood. He sat opposite Khaira on the sofa. "I'm sorry." stretched out his hand, clutching his wife who was looking down.

Khaira replies to Kevin's embrace, smelling Kevin's body scent which has been an opium for him for almost two months.

Slowly Kevin broke his embrace, wiping his wife's tears. Stare with warmth.

"I'm sorry yeah" said Kevin softly.

Khaira gave a short nod, she hugged Kevin again. As if this hug, is a welcome hug or it could be a farewell hug.

A good husband wipes his wife's tears, but a great husband will listen well to his wife's story that makes her cry.

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