Husband is Not My Choice

Eps5.

I cut myself in front of a half-body mirror. I wear a brown batik dress, and a bando that adorns my hair. With my hair down, I think I look graceful. This is the suit that Dian chose for me.

Today was the day that Mas Baim wanted to introduce me to his parents. We will meet at a restaurant near the old market.

Thirty minutes before the meeting was set, I had already stood by the roadside and picked an angkot for the kunaiki. The red one is numbered 17. Drive to the old market.

Five minutes before the time was set, I had already arrived in front of the restaurant. As it turned out, Mas Baim had already stood up to greet me beside the guard post.

"Hello, my future wife," greeted her as she reached out to shake hands.

I smiled a little awkwardly.

"Hello, Mas Baim." I took his hand. Her hands were big and warm this was the second time I came into contact with her after the first meeting.

Mas Baim held my hand tightly. Unable to release it. While looking at me, he clasped my hand with both hands, then kissed the back of my hand gently. I blushed.

"I really want to marry you. Marry me, nagging," he said.

"Alright, Mas. But let go of my hand. Shame to do something like this out in the open" I said.

He let go of his grasp. But he turned his hand to my waist. Makes my face red. "Let's go inside. My parents are waiting for you."

He kept guiding me. It feels comfortable to be in contact with him. I felt a stronger, warmer body and a feeling I could not write with words.

I looked up my head to his face.

"What's wrong? Like?" ask Mas Baim.

"It turns out that my height is just your shoulder, Mas" I said with a smile.

"Then lean on my shoulder" he said, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Shame to see people" I said.

The table that had been ordered was in the corner of the room. Old man Mas Baim has really been waiting for us.

"Mom, Pakde, this is the wife-to-be I told you about yesterday" Mas Baim said.

"Greetings, my future daughter-in-law," Baim's mother warmly welcomed.

"Greetings, Mother, Pakde. Introduce my name Enggar" I said.

"Please sit down" said Pakde Baim.

We chatted while waiting for the dishes to come. It turned out that Mas Baim's parents were not rigid people like the shadow that I feared.

"You've heard it for sure, nagging. Baim used to have a girlfriend, wanted to marry, but his girlfriend preferred his career and left Baim alone. Though his relationship has been long. Well now, not long known to you, he already wants to invite you to marry. It seems like Baim really loves you, Nggar," Pakde said with a smile.

"I was lucky to be chosen by Mas Baim to accompany his life. I will try my best to serve him" I replied steadily.

"Goodoo. If you love each other, you don't have to worry anymore. I hope your marriage is soon on the title," said the mother.

"Mom, Baim has decided to stay in this city. Baim will soon find a home for us to live in after marriage. This is for the sake of the smooth work of Baim and Enggar as well. Also the comfort of both of us" said Mas Baim.

I'm looking. Look at him seriously. The first time I heard directly from Mas Baim's mouth was his plan after marrying me.

Although we have not loved each other, it turns out that Mas Baim has prepared everything carefully. He is also considering how our future will be. Mas Baim is a responsible man. It's stupid that ex-boyfriend left her.

"If you have children later, will you let Enggar work, Im," asked Mom worried.

"Of course it's a decision in Enggar's hands, ma'am. How, Nggar. Would you like to be at home taking care of our son later?"

The question was suddenly directed at me.

"Ah, yes. My dream of course can accompany the growth and development of children every time. About the job, I happen to have a little skill to work from home and be able to make money. So I guess everything doesn't matter" I replied.

Everyone seemed satisfied with my answer.

I talked to my family about the wedding. They agreed with the plans of me and Mas Baim.

We did ask for help to the wedding organizer to prepare everything through video calls and conversations via phone as well. I also ordered it. The wedding building was also prepared. Although everything is passing online, but our preparation has matured.

"The way to cook is already from the building, right?" ask Mom.

"Yes, Mom. Then just ask for help spread the invitation. As the day approaches H and the relatives of Mas Baim arrive, please place them in my new home. Closer to the wedding building. Oh, yes, Mum. Mas Baim does not know and do not ever tell me that I already have a house and rice fields, yes. Let it be a secret" I told my mother.

Mother assented. Of course he understood why I kept it a secret.

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Mas Baim took me around looking for a house for us to live in a few days ago.

Now the new house in question has been purchased and has changed ownership. This is our home. A home purchased based on many considerations.

We just filled the furniture. The tree furniture is almost all complete.

"Fuck, you stay here. No need to think about money anymore, yes. All of you take care of our homes," said Mas Baim on the sidelines of his busyness repainting the walls of the house.

"Byeah, Mas. Besides, my job isn't as much as it used to be. So it could. In between free time taking care of the house," I replied.

This guy, I don't know why every day is getting awesome. My sense of trust in him is getting bigger.

"I want to cook first, yeah. While trying all new kitchen equipment," I said.

"Good cook," said Mas Baim while applying his brush on the wall.

Although not good at cooking, I think my food this time will be eaten. Because we are both tired.

Menuku this time is vegetable meatball soup with side dishes crackers. I also made a bakwan for dishes after meals. And iced tea as a drink.

"Mas, it's ripe, let's eat" I said as I placed the dishes on the floor. Understandably, we haven't bought a table and chairs to eat. We ate on the floor without carpet.

Tern heard the sound of water gurgling. Mas Baim washed his hands and changed his clothes.Painting work was completed along with the preparation of my dishes.

"Happily," he said while putting himself. Sitting on the floor.

"This enough? Or less?" I asked while spooning the rice to the plate.

"That's too much, nagging," said Mas Baim. "Lack off a spoonful of rice" he said.

"Haha, sorry, Mas. I thought the men all had large portions of food" I said with a laugh.

"Males do have a larger portion of food than women. But if that's mostly for me" said Mas Baim. He sipped my sweet iced tea.

"It feels like a husband and wife, yes, Mas" I said.

"Don't tease me, Nggar. Although at home alone, for now we are not legal to be husband and wife. Don't tease me like that. Or else I could act rashly as a man," he said.

I blushed. Although he did not intend to tease her.

" here. Approaching for a moment," he ordered as he patted the floor nearby.

I followed and approached him.

"At any time we'll get married. May our marriage last long. May our love grow little by little. I married you because of my faith in you" she said, kissing my forehead.

"I'm devoted to you, Mas. I promise to always be with you" I replied. Grabbing Mas Baim's right hand and kissing the back of his hand.

May our marriage happen once and for all. May our lives be happy forever.

☆☆☆Bonnect☆☆☆