Love, I Surrender

Humiliation On The Night of the Bride

“SAH!” the cry of those who witnessed the Ijab qabul that Arga had promised.

“Alhamdulillah,” says Ms. Marisa.

“Call Karin.”

Not long after, Karin was present in the middle of the room. Wearing a modern kebaya in ivory white, with a swipe of flawless make up and a hair bun beautifies the look. Arga swallows the saliva seeing the woman walking towards him is his wife.

The parents direct Karin to kiss Arga's hand as a sign of a devoted wife to the parents, while Arga is asked to kiss Karin's forehead.

“Pair the ring,” said Ms. Marisa.

Arga pairs the ring on Karin's ring finger, the photographer takes a picture of both. After performing sungkem on each parent, the event continued with suave. All relatives and invitees present enjoyed the prepared meal. Arga still keeps the photo that Renata sent and he will discuss it with Karin after this.

“Eh this bride why on diem-dieman gini,” tease one of Karin's relatives. Karin and Arga were still sitting side by side without saying a word.

“Nak Arga eat first, Karin get it for your husband,” Mama Karin said. Karin is about to move on but is held back by Arga.

“I need coffee,” he said.

Karin nodded her head and stepped up to get Arga's request. Fortunately he chose clothes that did not look complicated, so he was still free to walk.

“Jutek really, he did pray that does not like this marriage. Me too, but what else,” muttered Karin while stirring coffee for Arga.

As agreed by both families, if at this time only the marriage contract process. The wedding reception will take place after Karin completes her studies. After being friendly, the family, relatives and close friends who attended one by one began to leave the residence of Papa Karin.

“Go home first yes, all right you guys. May Karin get pregnant quickly and give Mother a lot of grandchildren,” said Marisa who was guaranteed by those who heard. While the couple in question is just silent and glances at each other.

After the return of her father-in-law, Karin took Arga to the room according to Mama Karin's direction. “Poor Nak Arga must be tired,” Mama said.

“Already know which room I am ‘kan?” Arga nodded his head. “Pak Arga to the room first, I want to take a drink,” said Karin reasoned because she did not want to go into the room together with Arga. It feels awkward and unusual.

Karin settles into her room, not seeing Arga she scrunches her forehead. The sound of water shower coming from the bathroom.

“Oh, another shower. I think he ran away, I'm already.”

Karin was removing the makeup on her face and removing her hair bun as Arga came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around her waist.

“Ehh, Mr. Arga why not wear clothes anyway.”

“Not but not yet. My bag where?”

Karin looked around her room, she asked the housekeeper who put down Arga's bag.

“That,” points to Karin taking turns wearing the bathroom. Actually he wanted to let go of the kebaya he wore but because there was Arga he chose to let go in the bathroom, even he brought all his clothes instead because it was impossible to change in front of Arga.

“Aduh, kok hard anyway,” complained Karin. It has managed to lower the kebaya skirt, but some of the buttons of the danger can not be removed. “This way,” said Karin as her hands back trying to unbutton her danger.

As if she needed someone else's help, Karin opened the bathroom door and turned her head to look for Arga.

“Pak Arga,” call Karin.

“Hm.”

“Can help me.”

“I can't unbutton the one behind.”

Arga with a flat face asked Karin to turn around. Clearly, the Kebaya worn by Karin only managed to open a few buttons the rest is still tight and what makes it difficult is that there is something about the sequin decoration.

It seems that behind the kebaya, Karin is not wearing a lacy cover. So after all the buttons were successfully removed by Arga, Karin's smooth and white back was exposed teasingly. Arga even swallowed his saliva watching that.

“Pak Arga, not yet?”

“Eh, already,” he said then turned to leave Karin.

Long enough Karin cleaned herself up and came out wearing sleeping pajamas. Arga turned his head and called out to him and pointed to the empty side of the bed to sit up.

“There we have to talk about,” said Arga.

“Our marriage is definitely not out of love. I do not know what the future looks like, which is clear for now we live like husband and wife just in front of parents and others. We'll move tomorrow to my apartment, our room is separate. Even so you still have to keep a good name as the wife of Arga Sadewa.”

Karin was unmoved, she was still listening to what Arga said. Although eager to ruffle the face of Arga who casually said the thing that became his own rules.

“Stop being cheap.”

“What? Meaning I'm cheap?”

“Who do you think I'm talking to?”

“Hahh, did I not hear wrong. Mr. Arga may make his own rules but I do not like the last statement, retract your words.”

Arga chuckled, “Taking back my words, you should have self-introspecting why I could say that.”

“Because I don't feel like Mr. Arga meant.”

“There are women who will marry even meet other men let alone her husband people. I don't want to know how your previous relationship with Renata's husband was, which obviously I don't want you to see her on purpose because you have to keep your honor as Lady Sadewa.”

“Should have asked Mr. Arga before saying I was cheap. The situation is not what Mr. Arga expected,” explained Karin.

“No need to listen to explanations, see your photos look friendly I'm fed up.”

“Mesra? What part did Mas Devan and I meet and then get along?”

“Have I been lazy to discuss your relationship,” said Arga then took a pillow and headed to the sofa bed in the room. Arga lay down and closed his eyes.

“I'm cheap,” murmured Karin. Not long ago he was called an actor by Renata and now Arga calls him an actor.

Karin was still in a sitting position, her eyes were hot and her chest was tight withstanding the cries. It felt like he wanted to yell at Arga and ask her to say talaq. Even to tell this to Mama Karin will only add to the complicated family problems. Karin had already tried to reject Devan when she found out Renata was his wife, because Karin did not want to be a thorn in someone else's household. As happened with both of his parents.

“Quick turn off the lights, I can't sleep with this bright atmosphere,” Arga said. Karin replaced it with a dimmer sleep lamp and then lay on the bed. I don't know what kind of household to live with Arga.

On the night her bride Karin had to swallow the bitter pill of hearing the insults from her own husband.

 

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