I Love You Mr. Arman

Chapter 9

The morning at exactly 08.00 all was prepared, Sachinta was wearing a kebaya with his mother. While Arman was preparing in his room alone, because he felt no need to prepare anything in a simple wedding held at 09.00 this morning.

"Ma, should ya wear rich gini? I can't breathe" Sachinta protested, and felt strangely claustrophobic about the kebaya that had wrapped its body.

"You took a shower?!" syibil asked.

"Built, when did you take a shower? what kind of girl?" lazy Sachinta replied.

"Listen to this, you are already getting married and becoming a wife. Reduce the time to play games every day, and it's a shower don't just flirt" advises Syibil.

"Yes ma, but the PlayStation in the room I brought later huh? didn't you promise me that I'd like to get the PlayStation married reversed, right?" smiling with confidence, Sachinta reminded.

"Yes!" asserted Syibil, immediately widened his daughter's smile.

A tall man came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Leo watched his sister from top to bottom to top repeatedly.

"What? fascinated by my beauty?" proud of himself glancing at his brother.

"Pretty never shower for what try?" lirih Leo was hit hard by Sachinta's arm.

"Ma, you told Arman that he rarely showered? be surprised again Arman pas already married" teasingly staring at his mother while rubbing his arms feels hot.

"Arman was his teacher at school, so obviously already know that your sister never took a bath. The smell was kissed from a distance of three meters" Syibil timpal shuddered, making his daughter immediately put a sour face in between the laughter of her brother.

"It's a Ma hallmark, a hallmark" of proud self-defense.

Syibil shook his head hitting his daughter's arm. Time continued to wander with a third joke in the room, until it was almost time to do the wedding. Relaxed without the slightest bit of nervousness, Sachinta went down with his sister and mother. For Sachinta to marry Arman whom he knows as a same-sex lover, is not something to be afraid of.

The thought of the thought that made her almost retreat yesterday, was rebuffed hard by starting to think of all the advantages that would be gained in a matchmaking marriage this morning. Especially when the PlayStation is still stuck in his mother's room, promised to return after he returned from the top tomorrow.

Arman seemed to notice the admiration for Sachinta who never looked as beautiful as today. White kebaya dress beautifully slim body, combined with simple makeup polish that accentuates the hidden beauty of Sachinta. Beauty that may never be realized by many people, because it is covered with tomboyish attitude and what it is all along.

Sitting together in front of the ruler, Sachinta and Arman are as silent as a thousand languages. Shorten the time, the marriage also begins with family witnesses. Papa Sachinta is also ready to marry his daughter to the man of his wife's choice. Shaking hands to start asking the girl next to him, Arman had memorized out of his head the name Sachinta for too often recorded in the book of offences.

"When did it end anyway? pegel nih feet" inner Sachinta never once sat like a woman and just kept quiet.

"Andra Zikri Anindito? who's? I don't want to marry Arman, do I, Pa?" the Sachinta protest stopped his papa's speech, which was stared at by everyone in the villa's living room.

"Never protest" clenched his teeth, Arman whispered to the side of the still confused girl beside him.

Everyone began to laugh at Sachinta's innocent demeanor who instead asked about her husband's name. Arman is not the real name of the man who wanted to propose Sachinta this morning, which the family thought if Sachinta already knew so did not tell.

Arman is just a nickname that Andra has wanted since he became a teacher. Putting glasses on and changing the name is a condition Arman to want to accept his Om offer. From that day on, he was more familiar with Arman than Andra.

"This father in addition to multiple personalities also has a double name huh?" polo Sachinta whispered.

Shaking his head lazily replied, Arman continued the qabul ijab so that the event this morning was soon over. Remaining with a strange look, and a feeling of questioning, Sachinta followed the sacred event back calmly without wanting to protest back. Until the sound of the word legitimate echoes of all those present at the simple wedding.

Kissing the hand of the man just became her husband at the direction of her mother, Sachinta felt strange and doubtful. Arman kissed the girl's forehead held her head down by Syibil, so as not to rebel and make shame. There is no sense between the two, making the touch on the forehead feel normal without any special vibration occurring.

Some time passed after the ijab event and enjoyed eating because it had not yet breakfast, the two big families gathered together to talk. Sachinta could no longer stand sitting close to his feet, wanting to be free from the torturous clothes and restricting movement.

Arriving where everyone was saying goodbye, Arman and Sachinta drove them together to the front. Deliberately Melati asks a servant to watch over Arman, and is overheard by the man standing next to her. It was deliberately Melati said to be heard by her son, and did not intend to run away from the villa.

"Remember mom's message, don't play games!" whispered Syibil warned his daughter.

"Yes, Ma. I want everything out of my head, but until it looks right over my head writing" said Sachinta pointed at his own head.

"Mama go home first, tomorrow you go home guaranteed PlayStation you are already in a new home" assured Syibil said.

Laughs with satisfaction, hugs her mother. Sachinta feels his attempt to accept marriage is not too bad, in addition to being able to play games as happy as possible without nagging his mother, Sachinta can do anything at will in the house that only occupied himself with Arman.

Still standing waving an interesting hand over the batik cloth still wrapped his lower body, Sachinta widened his winning smile and laughed loosely in his heart. Arman glanced at his wife's feet, and exhaled a long breath seeing her legs open wide rapidly since everyone had passed.

"Nih son actually do not arguably be a girl at all" inner Arman keep glancing.

"Yes! I'm free now! hahahaha" Sachinta's laughter cringed in satisfaction, glimpsed strangely by Arman's happy face beside him.