Happy with You

64. Now He Is My Husband

Blame,,

Haacih, though,,

"Emmh why the flu is like this anyway," Dina begumam rubbed her red nose rub.

Walk into the bathroom and change the towel she was wearing to sleep last night,

Maybe that's why he got the flu. Sleeping in a half-wet bathrobe.

After that, he carried out his duties and prepared to go to the hospital, because the clothes in the session were mostly formal clothes and house clothes, as well as clothes, finally Dina chose to wear her husband's black shirt which was dismantled by the owner yesterday.

despite its greatness, it still looks fashionable and casual, making it an outer pair with three-quarters kulot jeans and leaving the front buttons of his shirt open, so that it shows the front of a plain black shirt with no sleeves that still belongs to her husband.

After getting dressed he asked the room service to bring him medicine, because he felt it would be really painful if he let it go. Looking at her red nose and her sore throat Dina is not okay today.

"Mas, wakeup. It's six o'clock, haven't prayed.?" She shook the body of her husband who was curled up on the sofa without a blanket.

Overnight was their first night after marriage, if in general the first night after marriage was a stressful thing for the woman, another thing with her, Dina slept in a comfortable hotel bed, damar sleeps on the couch even without a pillow or blanket.

Emmh, Damar muttered.

"Mas, wake up I'm going to the hospital, I want to see brother." Still trying to wake.

"Hhhmm yes." she closed her eyes.

"Don't, whatever, I want to go." Dina stood up and was about to leave her husband,

But Damar quickly pulled his wife's hand, making her fall over her body, hugging her tightly which made Dina squirm want to break away.

"Mas, peeling." Still trying to let go of the hug.

eemhh. Damar just muttered.

His embrace became even tighter.

''five minutes.'' he said.

Dina was silent and tried to feel the warmth of the embrace of the man who had now become her husband. There was actually a sense of guilt that he felt, no matter what time they slept.

''It's been five minutes, let's get up.''

again Dina wriggled trying to escape.

''hhhmm,,''

The more Dina tried the more Damar would not let go.

"Mass, I'm not kidding you, FREELIN."

His stomach was slitting the husband's stomach.

"Oouughh,,,"

"You are so rude." He said sitting on the sofa rubbing his stomach.

"Libay, no pain." Leaving her husband.

"Where are you going, morning is tidy.?" Ask her when her life has been gathered.

"You see brother, from yesterday I haven't seen brother." Sahut Dina tidied up the contents of the suitcase that her husband random yesterday.

"I'll take a shower first." Said Damar passed to the bathroom.

While waiting for her husband, Dina tidied up the bed and cleaned the room to make it look a little neat, either because of habit or to fill the time, though he could have called room service to clean the room he occupied.

Damar came out of the bathroom with a towel that was coiled around his waist. Wet hair and a face that looked very fresh, the scent of soap still lingered on his body. He walked over to his wife who was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV.

"It's mine, huh.?" Tanya Damar held the collar of the clothes Dina was wearing.

"Iiihhh, I borrow, no more clothes." Throw away Damar's hand that was attached to the collar of the shirt he was wearing.

"Take off." said Damar, There was a mischievous thought in his head.

"What,, I don't want to, I borrowed it." His grunts crossed both of his hands in front of his chest.

Damar smirked "The plan is today I want to wear that shirt, you wear it first."

"Detach.." again Damar told Dina to take it off, this time not only talking He put his face closer to Dina until She curled up on the sofa as it tried to get away.

"Aaahhh.. stingy once, I'll just borrow." glared as he continued to squeeze himself on the sofa.

Damar smiled, "well, there's a price for that shirt, it's my favorite shirt." Still in the same position.

Dina turned her face away, because Damar was so close that the mint scent of toothpaste was smelled by him.

"So right, stingy base," he murmured.

"You can pay.?" Again Damar smirked.

"What the hell, yes, will be paid. Now I'm ready, yeah, I'll be in the afternoon again."

"I keep your promise." Growing smirked.

"Yes, yeah..." Dina pushed for her husband to get up and put on another shirt.

"Hhmm, get me a shirt." Pinta.

Quickly Dina stood away at Damar, looking for another shirt in her husband's suitcase, with a blushing face and a tight heartbeat, She gave a smile remembering Damar's attitude towards her.

Gosh, why am I so deg with this si, why would I dare to wear his clothes without his permission. Ahhhh my stupid.

Haciih..

"Have Din.?"

"Oh yes, this is mas" Dina proffered a casual shirt with short sleeves of metallic ash.

"Formally, the suit is in the closet hanging there." Show it in the closet near the TV.

Dina frowned, and took what Damar asked for.

"After I go to the hospital, I'm going to the office." Damar.

"The holiday..? What leave.?" Even back to asking.

Dina shook her head while smiling "no..."

I forgot, wedding leave is only for the normal married, not an impromptu wedding like ours, an emergency wedding held only in the hospital. Hhhuuuffft.

Tick tick, quote Damar's finger right in front of his face. "heeh, you daydreaming.?" 

"Haahh, no." Her legit. He brought Damar's clothes.

Damar opened the towel wrapped around his waist just as Dina was still in front of him.

"Aaaahhh, Mas you are what the fuck, no shame what here is me." Shouting with his hands covering his face.

"Why, we're married,"

"Yes, you should be ashamed." Still grunting with eyes closed.

"Sadly, ashamed, yesterday you were naked in front of me, are you ashamed.." trying to flirt.

"Aaaaggghhh.." approached her husband and smothered his mouth to avoid talking like that.

Glared with annoyance. "it's because the mas entered arbitrarily yes, not me intentionally."

"Just the same." Tuke Damar. Wearing her pants.

Now he is only bare-chested.

"Please." Poked her arm so that Dina would dress her up.

What., what does it mean, why ask me to wear it, wear it myself can not,, aaaahhh why I so pounding like this, 

"Quick Din, we're over." Damar whispered in Dina's ear, so he only gawked when Damar asked to put his clothes on.

Dina was shocked because Damar whispered in her ear. He turned his head while Damar's head was still near his face.

He nodded in surprise and,

Ahh,, Cup.... She kissed Damar's cheek, a kiss that landed by accident.

"Mas, aahhh.." shut up, "wear it yourself." She pulled out her husband's clothes, and he went to the bathroom.

aahhh, why do I keep pounding like this si, what's wrong with me, if it continues like this I can not be sane.

while Dina was in the bathroom, Damar put on his clothes, combed his hair neatly, and put on perfume.

''still a long time Din,?'' he shouted, ready to go.

Dina came out slowly tidying up her clothes and makeup, picked up the bag and went out first, mas, I wait outside.''

Damar just stared at the back of his wife who rushed out of the room without looking at him. "It's weird" inwardly.

Once ready, Damar rushed after his wife, He walked down the hallway of the hotel room door that lined up, with a sturdy posture and a handsome face, as well as clothes that were worn very neatly, neatly, makes himself a handsome and handsome figure.

The sparkling shoes led her way towards the woman who was waiting in the hotel lobby, while playing her mobile phone the woman she married waved her hand, informing her of her whereabouts.

"Mas, over here."

Damar smiled nodding, approaching the beautiful woman who was wearing her black shirt. She smiled to call her husband, her smile was very sweet.

However, the sweet smile disappeared as the husband's steps came to a halt, arriving from the direction of the fight a woman wearing a fiery red dress with a hemisphere until the thigh hit her husband, who was wearing a flaming red dress, the woman fell on the floor with cake splashing on her body, even the cream cake was dirtying the shirt and suit that Damar was wearing.

"Sorry, you okay.?" Damar helped the woman stand up.

The hotel staff and several people approached them. I don't know what she meant by carrying a plate of cake without wrapping it.

"Hey, where are your eyes.? This big time people you don't see, just play hit."  Omel the woman, but did not refuse Damar's help.

"Are you ok.?"  Two people who approached the woman helped clean the cream cake that splattered on her clothes. Looks like they're his friends.

Dina just watched from afar.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't you who hit me." Damar.

"Have a son, you want to blame me, you don't see my dress getting messy like this, you know what the price is.?" His omel shook his shirt.

"You're not like that, you know who he is.?" Connect the person next to her.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way, I...."

"Do you want to take responsibility.?" Pick up another theme.

"In charge.?" Ask Damar not to understand.

Dina stood beside her husband. Pull up the arm of Damar's suit and asked without a sound.

"Why.?"

Damar. Trying to be calm.

"Where's your number, I'll tell you how much you need to change." The woman held out her hand.

While his two friends giggled behind him.

"Replace,.?? " Damar understood what the woman meant.

"You've ruined my expensive shirt, you have to change, where's your number." still trying to ask for Damar's contact number.

"Well, I'll just ask for your contact and I'll call you." Damar asked back.

"Son, I don't trust you. Where's your number,"

Damar just stared at him sharply, sighed and took out his cell phone. "Say your number."

The woman quickly mentioned the twelve numbers of her mobile phone number, after her mobile phone rang and saw her mobile phone number Damar, the woman left with a big smile, stroked the arm of Damar's suit and whispered "I wait for your responsibility."

The whisper of the woman was heard by Dina, she understood that the woman was forcing her husband's phone number not because of a shirt problem, but there was another intention, because when the woman went with her two friends, she was asking for a phone call, he saw the woman laughing wide pulling her fist and said "yes, it worked."

I don't know what it means, but from this incident I realized that I had been married by a man who was able to attract the attention of the opposite sex. Charismatic adult men, cold-faced handsome men, but sometimes a little selfish and arrogant. That man has now become my husband.