Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Bumil's jealousy

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"Dylan-" There was a soft voice calling out Dylan's name. Instantly, the pair of lovers who were chatting rotated their heads towards the source of the sound.

"You-" Netra Dylan and Dara smashed as their net view captured a very familiar object ....

"Dylan, Dara, how are you?" the question sentence that is written from the lips of someone who is successful makes them gasp.

"Milea, is this really you?" Instead of answering, Dara instead changed to throw a question sentence. He and Dylan gasped at Milea's very different appearance. Milea who used to love to dress minimally, now wearing typical clothes of a Muslim woman. Light green with a matching color hijab, adding to the beauty of a Milea.

"Yes. Here, i. Milea," she replied with a big smile.

Netra Dylan did not blink, even his lips were slightly gaping. Indeed, she did not expect, Milea could turn into a graceful and charismatic female figure.

Dylan's exaggerated expression, successfully made Dara feel extremely upset and jealous.

"Ishhhh, Brother. Can't stand to see a little clear," he beguiled by putting the look of the face does not like.

"Eh, mmm, sorry dear. I was just surprised --"

"Choose, just tell me you're fascinated with Milea!" Dara moved from a sitting position and then passed away without caring for the astonished gazes of Milea and Jordan.

"Darling, wait!" Dylan immediately got out of the chair. In a hurry, he ran after the wife who walked without looking back.

"Become, darling." Dylan grabbed Dara's arm for the woman to stop the leg swing.

"Free Bang! Release hands! You still love Milea, don't you? So, get off me! I'll take care of my own babies" Dara asked with a raised tone of voice followed by a melt of water falling from the net.

Dylan helplessly stared at Dara's tear-framed face. Then he grabbed the body of his girlfriend and took her into his arms.

"Darling you can't say that! Oath to Allah, brother does not love Milea. Earlier, brother was just surprised to see Milea's different appearance."

The rubbed back of the wife who loved it with a movement up and down to give a sense of calm. Kissing the heads of women who have contained their baby, while pouring out a lot of love and affection.

"Darling, don't be angry! Please, pity the baby's grandpa in the stomach. Believe me Yang, only dear is brother in love! There is nothing and will never be a woman who makes a brother fall in love other than Dara Larasati."

Dylan's words and treatment were very sweet, successfully melted Dara's heart. Until the jealousy that originally controlled the niche of feeling is now just crashing.

Dylan stretches a hug. He looked at the face of the wife who was framed by tears with a gaze full of love.

"Dear not to cry anymore! Your brother's heart aches every time he sees Darling crying," said Dylan while wiping the trail of tears on his wife's pretty face.

Dara nodded faintly. His lips opened slowly. "Ma-af Bang's. Forgive Dara for being so jealous!"

Dylan published a smile. He rewarded his wife's forehead with a deep kiss.

"There is nothing to forgive, Yang. Isn't jealousy a big sign of love?" dylan said as he raised his chin. Without feeling ashamed, he touched the lips of the halal lover in front of many pairs of eyes.

"Cieeeee, so sweetttttt."

"Duhhh Bang, the soul of singles thrashed."

"Uhuk-uhuk-huk. Pingin dici-um also donk Bang!"

The screams of the visitors of Malioboro, dominated by the Eve, managed to resuscitate the two people who were dissolving into the asmaraloka.

Dylan took off the pagutan and wiped the rest of the saliva on his lips and on the lips of the wife.

Dara lowered her face in embarrassment. It feels like he ran and hid under the table to avoid the gaze of Malioboro visitors who are still loyal to swarm. It's different with Dylan. The handsome man looked ordinary. In fact, he borrowed a guitar belonging to one of the buskers and then with his PD wanted to sing a love song for the lover of the heart, Dara Larasati.

"This song, I dedicate it to my beloved wife, Dara Larasati. A faithful woman has always accompanied me. Accept me as I am. And .. the woman who was able to teach me, the true meaning of love."

Dylan began strumming guitar strings and singing a song called DIA (Anji).

Oh, my God, I love him

I love him, miss him, want him

Take the love in my heart

Just to him, to him

Long time goes by we go together

How every day I fell in love with her

All because of him

Oh, my God, I love him

I love him, miss him, want him

Take the love in my heart

Just to him, to him

Oh, my God, I love him

I love him, miss him, want him

Take the love in my heart

Just to him, to him

Just to him, to him

A standing ovation and cheers of the audience accompanied the end of the song sung by Dylan.

Dara's heart is blossoming. In his mind, he ceaselessly expressed gratitude for the most beautiful gift of love that has been given by God. Dylan's love for Dara.

After returning the guitar to its owner, Dylan grabbed Dara's hand and grasped it tightly.

"Ehem, you're getting so sweet." Again Milea's voice shifted Dara and Dylan's attention. Instantly, the two lovers rotated the body.

"Milea, Jordan," said Dara.

"Hi, Bro."

"Hi, Jordan." Dylan and Jordan greeted each other, then put their hands together as their expressions of greeting.

"Become, sorry. Because, that ... made you misunderstand Dylan, "sorry Milea.

"I should be the one apologizing, Lea. Because of excessive jealousy, I just left without greeting you," said Dara. The two women threw smiles at each other and hugged each other briefly.

"Mmm, it's lunch time. How about we have lunch together?" milea.

"Can too. Coincidentally, I was already very hungry" Dara said as she rubbed her distended stomach.

"What would you like to eat?" the question line came out of Dylan's lips. Of course it is aimed at his beloved wife.

"Dara wants to eat soto, Bang. Soto bu Sudar's. Beringharjo market," he replied mantab.

"Mmm, Jordan, Milea, would you mind if we ate together at the Soto bu Sudar stall, Beringharjo market?" dylan asked doubtfully.

"No kog, Lan. Coincidentally, I also crave soto," said Milea with a smile.

"Wahhh, so .. are you also pregnant with Leah?" Dylan again said a question accompanied by a twinkle that emanated in his bead.

Milea nodded then answered Dylan's question without fading a smile. "Yes, thank God Lan."

"Alhamdulillah. Congratulations, Lea. Hopefully, you and the baby's grandpa who is in the stomach, always given health," Dara sincere prayer.

"Aamiin, thank you Ra. Same prayer for you" said Milea.

"Dylan, Dara." Again. Dylan and Dara's attention was distracted by a familiar soft voice ....

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