I HAD TO MARRY MY BEST FRIEND
CHAPTER 14
Andra's black Pajero Sport car stops right next to the campus gate where Alena is studying.
Today is Monday right today is the first time I was among the om nyebelin this to campus with our status as a legitimate couple. And today is exactly three days I have the status of being the wife of Liandra Alvian Abraham aka the om nyebelin.
I was about to raise or raise my right hand to this nyebelin om after I removed my seatbelt. However, the baritone voice of this nyebelin om was heard into my eardrum before I did it.
"Alena, please send me your account number!" His orders in a firm voice.
I turned towards this nyebelin om with a surprised face for what this om asked for my account number? my mind.
"What's om for?" Ask directly.
"You're my legal wife now, so you're my responsibility. From now on any of your needs I will fulfill including your tuition fees." Said the om nyebelin this confirms.
"One more thing you do not ask for money again to both your parents yes Alena and if you need something and not enough to use the money I have transferred every month you can ask to me again." Strictly again.
"Yes, um." Answer's short.
After that I put my right hand in front of this nyebelin om.
Come this nyebelin om directly memogo pants pocket material and it turns out he pounced his black wallet from inside his pants black material then tried to open his wallet.
But I immediately said. "Why do you want to get rid of your wallet?" I asked with a look on my face of astonishment.
And my right hand was still in that position.
This nyebelin om also stopped his movement who wanted to open his wallet and turned to look at me in wonder.
"You're asking for pocket money? Sorry for the forgetfulness." Flat talk.
"Eh...Not about Lena not want to ask for pocket money. But I'd like to ask Lena for Lena's right hand before Lena gets out of the car." Obviously brief.
This nyebelin om again wants to open his wallet until his wallet is open and then take some money from his wallet.
"This is your pocket money for today, yes, after that I will transfer all money spend your other needs every month. So I hope later don't forget to send your account number to my WA number." Firmly again without wanting to be denied while thrusting and putting some of the red money sheet into the palm of my right hand.
"But if Lena still have pocket money from Papa Lena this month, it's still mid-month and Lena's monthly allowance is still there." I lighted him.
What I say is true after all, in recent months I have not bought much or shopping-shopping so my rations this month and a few months ago there are still many left.
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So I can save the money, anyways I still feel hesitant to accept money or anything from this nyebelin om. Even though he has become my legal husband, but if he rejects me like he does not appreciate it.
"Just take it away from your husband's right." Rigorously.
I pulled my right hand I saw and I counted the red sheet, how much I thought.
"Om this is most oruh if for one day until five pieces of red money like this." Ketusku a little sewot out ne om nyebelin ngasih him emang most taste me, ntar this nybebelin om ngira I matre really or extravagant again if immediately accept it.
"If you think most of you have just saved up or you buy what you need." Say lightly.
"No ah om earlier Lena had said that the ration of this month from papa is still there, Lena did not want to make a bangrut instantly because om too loyal to Lena." My story just got straight to the point.
"God willing, I will not be frustrated if the rezeky I seek and can leave it to my legal wife. In fact, maybe I will be more successful if you accept it and wear it as well as possible and you pray for me who is good." Lecture this om nyebelin with flat.
I can only be dumbfounded to hear it, inevitably I just accept it, anyway nolak also still can not.
This nyebelin om is not directly talking about it like it should not be denied. I put the money in my bag.
"Thank you, um." I said to him and immediately reached for his right hand and kissed the back of his hand reverently.
The nyebelin om just silent does not answer.
I opened the car door and said hello and then closed the car door after hearing a glimpse of my greeting reply from the sound of this baritone om nyebelin.
"Eh Lena, who were you in anther? Is the car different?" Siska asked as she walked next to me and I entered the campus gate.
Siska came up to me from behind me and aligned her steps with mine. Siska was one of my classmates and schoolmates.
Siska came up to me suddenly and we walked together to the third floor where our classroom was.
"Oh it's nobody." I lied with a clumsy smile.
Honestly, I am still confused to answer what if the campus people ask me about my marriage that impressed impromptu.
Indeed, after the final semester exam later I will definitely invite my campus friends and also lecturers especially lecturers of economics faculty because I will study in the department of economics management.
But for now I still refuse to tell my college friends that I have just gotten married.
Yes exactly just married to the nyebelin om who is none other than his uncle Vera my best friend. How would they react and respond to my college friends if I knew my husband was Vera's omnya.
"But I saw that handsome guy's cake in the car?" Siska's guess is true that the nyebelin om is indeed handsome.
"Yes papa I'm a handsome man, yes when men in the word beautiful." Kekehku.
Get used to me going alone if not riding my black scoopy bike or riding my white Honda Jazz car, sometimes mama or papa want to drive me if fit can by using their respective cars.
Now I was sitting at my desk in class, the bell went in and rang and without waiting for a long time the lecturer arrived and entered our classroom.
The first course in the morning was started as usual well.
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It was on Sunday when my parents went to my grandmother's house and left me and the nyebelin om alone in my dad's house.
Shortly after papa and mama left, the nyebelin om invited me to get ready for Vera's house.
I even felt relieved by the invitation of the nyebelin om, because obviously that way I will be saved from doing married relationships even though we are legitimate.
But sorry om I was not ready and I always hope that the om nyebelin's speech before we had a marriage contract at that time was really the om minimum until I graduated from college.
I was immediately ready and the om also shortly called papa asking permission to appreciate if the owner of the house.
Duh the nyebelin om sometimes his behavior is always unexpected and it makes me staggered aka astonished - astonished and also teroget opps means amazed.
"The newlyweds have come here." Cetus the fashionable grandmother with a wry smile.
When me and the new guy arrived at Vera's house last Sunday. Me and the om nyebelin is just silent indifferent to the words of the fashionable grandmother.
At Vera's house on Sunday after lunch with all the small family om Abizar gathered Vera and her unequivocal twin brother, Andi, aunty kemala, together, the dashing grandfather and not to miss certainly the fashionable grandmother was my mother-in-law.
I grabbed the plate and poured rice on the plate, quite a lot of dishes served on this large dining table.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked after pouring white rice on the plate.
"Why call him still the same husband, son Lena?" Kemala chirps his mother Vera soft but did not escape from her her tone.
Oya because so many dishes at this dining table so this time I asked this nyebelin om, this, it is impossible for me to put all the vegetables and all the dishes that exist as a friend eating rice this om nyebelinya this on his plate.
Just imagine at this large dining table served vegetable lodeh, kale cah, squid sambal lado , fried catfish , sambal terasi, tempe fried , 'fried , crispy temp shrimp and some fruits as well as shrimp crackers and emping crackers in special jars respectively.
Different from the dishes in my house with my parents. We always cook in moderation and the menu is also not much as light as cooking two to three menus and at most common only four menus it is also rarely not this much.
Like yesterday when the om at my house only three menus instead of side dishes and vegetables so I did not ask the om would eat what. Directly lay sabodo teuing at that time the nyebelin om want to eat it or not, because it is still fortunate also I who married impromptu same he still want to be kind as his wife.
Not stingy so yes just cooking enough, because mama also likes to make cakes so sometimes the cake is enough to make full again.
In part we are only three at home so it is natural to cook yes not much like in the vera house that the ART and other workers in this house also menu
the food is the same as that eaten by the master.
"Sorry, Alena's not used to auntie uh.." I said nervous because it went wrong to hang my last sentence.
This nyebelin om also answered my question after my bad taste conversation and my mistake just ejected not to finish.
"Squid balado, crispy shrimp, kale cah and sambal love terasanya also." The answer is the nyebelin is short, fast and dense with a flat tone as a triplex board.
I immediately took and put all the side dishes that the nyebelin om called earlier to his plate and put it in front of him. Continue to pour the drink into the glass.
I became confused and all wrong must mention what the elders in this house, after I was Sah became the wife of this om nyebelin. I wanted to call aunty kemala brother or mbak also I was hesitant to feel disrespectful because in terms of age it is clear that Kemala's aunt is more appropriate for me to call a aunt.
Because the age of aunty Kemala is not much different from the age of the mother.
"The matter of the name or call let it be as comfortable as Alena's son, maybe in the future, Alena will be able to change his call to Andra and we according to the call according to the genealogy of this marriage." That's the speech of the handsome grandfather that is santuy who is none other than my father-in-law since yesterday morning.
"But Mama please try, son Alena because if people who hear it especially when you call your husband by the name of om, surely people's thoughts can be other." Said the fashionable grandmother.
"Son Alena can call Andra mas or aa." Timpal om Abizar Vera's.
I just smile at every word that comes from the elders at this dining table.
"Oya nak Alena, Andra's favorite food is kale and seafood-seafood so especially if there is sambelnya really doyan. And it just so happens that here again there's cooking her favorite food." This fashionable grandmother told me.
"Ah yes, uh Mamah." I answered with a clumsy smile and misbehavior with this situation.
"Andra and Alena later do not forget next week check the invitation letter and souvenir for your wedding reception may have been completed so that immediately written the names to be invited and distributed to each of them of those we invite." This fashionable granny reminds me and this nyebelin om.
"Yes Mah." Answer this nyebelin om brief then followed by my voice "Yes eyeang Putri eh sorry Mam.mah."
My words are a little stammered.
This fashionable grandma just smiled sweetly at me, I felt bad.
But yes how , I still feel awkward if I quickly change my call to the elders in this house even to this nyebelin om who has been my husband.
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Day after day passed now it was just Friday and it had been one week of my marriage with the nyebelin om since our marriage contract last Saturday.
After dinner and table cleaning and washing dishes and friends I went back to the room.
I saw at a glance from behind he sat the nyebelin om was working on an important document like him.
But I don't know what the document is.
I went up to the bed, sat leaning on the head of the bed, and played my way.
After a few minutes of playing the device I went to the bathroom available in my room. To wash your face and brush your teeth and chat that night my night routine before going to bed.
When the three things had been resolved then I returned to the bed back to the position that was sitting leaning on the headboard and tried to play my salary again for a moment.
Actually I feel sorry for this nyebelin om as it has been two nights he slept under precisely on the fur carpet in my room.
But I'm afraid if I kindly invite him to sleep on this bed with me this nyebelin om will be khilaf intentionally or not.
My fear is more dominant than my pity, but here the om nyebelin this fine-fine kok aja sleep below just with my soft fur carpet beralkan not how much.
It was also on his will and initiative as well lt wasn't me telling, so sabodo teuing dah.
"I am on Monday morning going to Surabaya you are fine I stay in a few days or also a few weeks to a few months. My job is more dominant there so yes I still have to go back and forth Jakarta - Surabaya." He said he still focused on his laptop monitor screen with glasses that are sturdy in his sturdy nose without glancing at me.
Often out of town and for a long time safer for me. Because we will be far apart and it will make us not do any wrongdoing especially this nyebelin om will not do more wrong to me.
Enough time that this nyebelin om kissed my forehead and nose I hope it does not happen again let alone more than that do not let me deh.
"It's okay." I said as I glanced at him and looked back at my screen.
"Oyes tomorrow after lunch we directly check our wedding reception invitation card." He said again and it still remains the same without looking or glancing at me it seems like this nyebelin om is crazy work times yes focus really.
"Yes, um." Briefly said.
I immediately put my gaze on the nightstand next to my bed, I pulled the blanket and began to close my eyes to my subconscious.
Let's just this nyebelin om focus only with his work is he already old not children anymore who should be taken care of or in nina boboin right?
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"We'll stop for a minute." Duh the word stop that this nyebelin om throws kok make me worry, huh?
We just finished checking out the invitation cards and souvenirs for our wedding reception.
Want to stop where try what not-don't this nyebelin om want to take me to stop by that hotel.
I'm so shuddering in horror it's happening, how's nich ?
"Emang mm.want to go where?" I asked a little speech.
"You're coming along." The answer is very short.
Duh-don't really this nih om nyebelin want to take me to the hotel and he wants to break into my car.
'Other kumaha oruh iyeu mamah tea..' My screams in my heart.
Again I was made ketar-ketir same ni om niebelin this, really dah nyebelin ni si om om.
I got restless sitting so I didn't calm my mind anywhere.
"Why are you Alena so nervous?" This nyebelin om asked while glancing at me at a glance by staying focused on driving his car.
"Ah om , eh means we don't go home just om?" I'm nervous.
"Can't it be urgent." Tutored firmly.
Kan bener ne si om nyebelin suspicious and really nice pake really. Now we arrived at a building that I saw quite large and high is actually a hotel located in central Jakarta.
"Alena let's get down!" this guy opened the door and got out of the car, I was still flinching for a few seconds until I finally got out of the car.
Is this what he said urgently? Urgent of his desire? Arriving at the hotel lobby si om let out his gawai look at the screen, I think he was reading an incoming message on his car.
After he put his shoe back in his pants pocket he walked towards the elevator I just followed him reflexively. Arriving on the top floor so I walked in the corridor of the hotel with the nyebelin om just the two of me glanced right and left the hallway quiet even though it was still afternoon.
"Om what do we want to do here, this is a hotel?" I asked as we continued walking down the hallway of this hotel.
"Why do you think we're going to this hotel?" Yei was asked even behind this nanya om nyebelin.
"Om don't macem the same as Alena." Threaten me with my sharpened eyes staring at him.
"I'm not going to mess around with just one thing." The speech is light and flat actually as flat as a triplex board.
But this nyebelin om must have been this plan, really can not be trusted this nyebelin om. Want to run but my feet do not even want to run from here even want to continue to follow this nyebelin om, strange right ?
"Om we go home now." I tried to go back so that the om would go home.
"I told you this was urgent where to go home now." Urgent endasmu actually-bener this om nyebelin really seh.
This I have to do oruh ?
"Of course, if not Alena will go home alone." My words.
"Why are you Alena so scared?"
"Yes om ngapaen take Alena to the hotel all , yes Alena so scared." Sewotku with a scared face.
"Now this time I saw there was a scared wife brought to the hotel by her own legitimate husband. While there are other women who are an affair or mistress only even proud to be brought to the hotel even by the husband of others." His speech was flat but even made half my heart stunned for a moment.
"But om said that time will not touch Alena at least until Alena graduated from college, meaning that the speech was a lie dong." My todong to him with sewot.
His steps came to a halt and my reflexes stopped right beside him.
"What do you mean Alena?" This guy is pretending to bego.
"Basic o've been bawdy again." My story.
"Esum said you were perverted how? The period of bringing my own legitimate wife was said to be perverted. Anyway I came here it is urgent Alena can not if not now I am here so I just invite you." His words are always so.
"Epressing om's desire that's what I mean by using Alena directly to this hotel?" Cerocosku again.
Next to his eyebrows raised as if astonished at my words just now.
"Your passions say? I came here to see my friend who is also a man and my friend there is an urgent need this afternoon that he wants to give to me." He explained briefly and I thought in another direction now.
And then I realized that we were right in front of the door of this hotel room with.
"Why do you want to meet a male friend in a hotel room like this , lest you have a hom*s*ksu*al disorder again?" My words were more like accusing with slightly widened eyes.
"So now you're accusing me of being such an abnormal man, yes I'm not too surprised because enough people also consider me an abnormal man or same-sex person. In addition, all this time I was like an unmarried man at the age of 30 years more." His words remained flat.
Suddenly the door of the hotel room in front of us opened.
I saw a pretty handsome man emerge from behind the door.
" Where are you ready?" Say it directly to the man.
"He who is Vian?" The man glanced at me looking at me from toe to head what does it mean to try ?
"Oo, this is Alena is__" Not yet had time to say this nyebelin om finished the man has spoken again.
"Oo, wait a minute I take it inside." He smiled and went back into the hotel room.
I can only stay in the starting position as well as this nyebelin om. The man came back to us this time with a large brown envelope in his right hand.
"It's bro I hope you can help my brother's case." He said while thrusting the large brown envelope to this nyebelin om.
"God willing I will." He received the large brown envelope.
"Then we say yes to Za." The nyebelin om also pulled my hand to come walk with him after the man nodded his head in response to this babbling om to him.
We walked back in the corridor of this hotel with my hands still held by this nyebelin om, but how come I even so deg-degkan gini.
I have never held hands like this with a man other than when I was a child it was also when I was going to cross the road with papa.
"Om in that envelope isn't bribe money, is it?" This nyebelin om stopped his steps and removed his grip from my right hand.
"You are yes earlier you think I will mesumin you or make out with my friend who is also a man. Now you even think I've taken a bribe." His touch on me seemed to be angry at my words.
I am afraid that ne om nyebelin nerima bribe money, I do not want to be paid with illegal money.
"Well, you know, you do take bribes." I said with both balls of my eyes a glance I turned lazy.
"Is that what I am in your eyes, is it all because of this marriage?" The impact is quite squealing in my ear.
"Om that's not what Alena means."
Yes, I do not mean that I am just afraid and vigilant, what is wrong ? This nyebelin om was just silent not to say a word again and he walked quickly ahead of me.
I just went back to walking trying to follow in his footsteps.
'Is this nyebelin om really angry with me ?' I asked for a monologue in my heart.
The arrival in the car on the trip all seemed silent although it was usually so rare there was a conversation between us if we needed to talk.
Ah sabodo teuing dah if the real nyebelin this angry.
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Seriate..
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