I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 50: The Tipped Story of Unification

"Mas, do you still love Mbak Tiara?" shena asked half-strungly, making Danish consciousness return to the real world.

Don't want to misunderstand. Danish invited the girl to come with him, not go far away. He just took his wife to sit on the edge of the bed, then turned to his closet. Either Shena already knows the contents of the closet or not. But there is something that love stored in one of the drawers in the closet.

After finding what he was looking for. He went back to Shena, sitting in front of his wife. Then he showed me a gift box with a white ribbon in his hand, "The day we get married, you know half the story and tonight, I'll tell you the other half."

Pull out a white ribbon, then open the gift box. A pair of rings that have a beautiful design. Even though it looks glamorous with a diamond that is so big it shimmered. Shena could confirm the price range of the pair, but remained silent waiting for the story from her husband.

In the middle of the night befriend the wind. Danish begins her past story. This time, the story of the beginning of the meeting between him and Tiara. Where it all happened a few years ago. Then it continues during the lecture until some tragedy during the courtship period.

A smile that exudes real happiness. It was clear that he was adorning the man's face, but Shena remained silent and did not flinch into a loyal listener. One phase of life, moving on to another phase until entering a crisis of the decision of the husband who chose to engage with Tiara.

Engagement that gets family antagonism. Unfortunately, Danish insists on maintaining the relationship. There was obviously regret within that man. The sound that gets heavier with emotions goes up and down like a good roller coaster. For an hour recounts a flashback to the life of a Danish Anderson.

"One day before the incident that brought us together. I went to meet Tiara with the intention of getting her married. Just like you want to avoid a match. So did I," Danish sighed heavily, staring out where there were only swaying curtains.

"When I get to and get out of the elevator. A great view welcomes my arrival. Tiara was enjoying another man's gaze in front of my own eyes. It hurts, but the love that's been there is gone without a remnant."

Fists with clenched teeth grunts, explaining how much anger was buried in her husband. Seeing that, Shena moved from her place. Then pour water into the glass. Then I went back to Danish.

"Drink! It's not good to hold on to anger." Shena said giving a glass of water which was immediately warmly welcomed by her husband. "Love story. I can't comment, but we're not married. Why not just talk about the future?"

"For example?" tanya And with a raging sense, she tried to temper unnecessary emotions.

A thought etched in his memory. There should be no third party between him and Shena. After all, the husband and wife relationship only exists for him and the wife. While the presence of others will be a third party.

Shena was silent for a moment, looking for the right discussion or at least getting a solution. "What if we talk about a project, or anything that can make our mind always positive. I think it's better, Mum."

"What about the future of our family?" Enfolded the girl's waist until soundly fell into her lap. The eyes clashed with each other, "Are you not ready for everything? Don't we have to think one by one so that our relationship can be closer, again."

As a girl who grows up. Shena understood the direction of the man in front of her. The hand that was tightly coiled around the waist with a drowning eye gaze. Slowly the fog came to pick up the night.

He doesn't know where Danish learned all that. However, taking it flying around enjoyed every touch. The cold nights are no longer felt. Change the sound of the bed. The night of unification is no longer inevitable.

Shena's surrender welcomes her husband. Danish provides the best treatment with maximum satisfaction until erotic sounds echo throughout the night. A heat struggle that dampens all his emotions.

Long night, alternating morning with the rays of the sun. The sound of birds chirping disturbs the realm of his dreams. Returns the scattered lives. Stretching hands with a spoiled whim.

"Well, why does it hurt." Shena muttered trying to move, but her body felt countless crumbs. "I don't think it hurts this much,"

"Good morning, SheZa. Do you want to take a shower or have breakfast?" Danish asked in a stern voice, but it sounded soft in Shena's ear.

Thinking moment. Did the two have a hot relationship last night? If yes, what will happen after this? Their relationship is just beginning, but whether it can survive a storm ready to hit. The dilemma until it feels spoiled rubbing distracts him.

"SheZa, are you sorry ....,"

Shena hurriedly shook her head so that her husband would not misunderstand her silence. "I'm just confused, how will I go to college? My path must be weird. Honestly, it hurts down there."

"Where is sick?" danish asked, pretending not to understand, and then intended to remove the blanket that covered his wife's body. "Here, show me how I can handle it."

No doubt immediately get a fist from the girl. A sharp look, but not meant to threaten. Sontak Danish chuckled softly, then rubbed Shena's face. Then without permission wrapped the girl's body with a blanket.

His wife carried him to the bathroom. Not with a bad intention. He is self-aware enough to give Shena time to enjoy the process of adult relationships. Especially when it comes to the bed that is indeed a joint right and obligation.

After preparing warm water with a therapeutic aroma. Danish allowed Shena to soak and explained some important things so that the girl's pain did not get worse. Then, he returned to the room to replace the bedsheet that had patches of holy blood.

There was gratitude and pride because one stage they had passed together. Unification overnight is not only to prove that both parties have given up the past, but also as the beginning of the future to build a complete family.

Happiness is simple. When willing to let go. Sincerely forgive. Patiently running. What does a trial mean? The process of self-adultation, is not about so many tests of life. However, how do humans face, survive fighting to the point of the final blood.

Even so. Humans sometimes forget, until so many complaints of the heart that meet the feeling of dissatisfaction. The past remains in hand, and the future is put away. The world is a place to fight without determination.