Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

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Dylan sighed deeply, then carried his body out of bed.

Actually, Dylan was reluctant to open the room door. Especially just to meet the woman who once made it an outlet of love.

I don't know what that woman wanted. So he desperately came to the hotel and foiled the first night Dylan and Dara which should be very beautiful ....

....

Dylan opened the door leaf accompanied by a rough gasp. He was really annoyed by the presence of a woman he had not expected at all, Milea.

"Lan ..," said Milea as she grabbed Dylan and held him possessive. With all his might, Dylan tried to escape from the arms of the woman who was meaningless to him.

"Lea, watch your attitude! Remember, you and I have a partner! You're married, and I'm married, too" he said firmly.

"But Lan, I know .. You just love me. I'm the woman you've always hoped for, not her" she said without ending the sobs.

Hands outstretched to re-capture Dylan's body, the man who used to always lend his shoulder as a backrest.

"Go, don't ever come see me again!" tell Dylan by raising the tone of voice while brushing Milea's hand.

"But Lan. I want you to know. The one I love is not Jordan, but you. I was forced to marry Jordan by papa's will. Papa is doing a business wedding to fulfill his ambition --" Milea cries in tears until her body shakes violently. He hoped that Dylan would embrace him and take him into his arms. However, Milea had to swallow the bitter taste of disappointment. Because the man was completely indifferent. Even letting Milea's body fall to the floor.

"First, I felt that the woman who was able to make me fall in love .. only you, Le. So I want to always take care of you and give you a sense of comfort. In fact, in every prayer I always pinned your name. But I was wrong. Now I realize that feeling for you is not real love. Because, I have never felt the vibration and comfort of being around you. I love another woman who has now become my wife, Dara Larasati."

Milea's crying became more and more when she heard the words that came from Dylan's lips. Although it sounds flat. But like a knife that can scratch wounds in the heart, leaving an invisible trail of blood.

"Lan, I really love you. I-I regretted being late to realize my feelings. Turns out, the guy I want is just you. Not Jordan or anything. Jordan was not at all gentle when asking for his rights. He tied my hands and feet before putting our bodies together. Lan I beg you, help me to get away from that cruel man ...," asked Milea in between her cries.

Dylan flinching. It's dilemma. On the one hand, Dylan was reluctant to deal with Milea again. But on the other hand, he felt pity and could not bear to let the woman suffer because of Jordan's harsh treatment.

"Lan, I beg you. I'm willing to serve you and give up my whole life just for you." Milea grabbed Dylan's feet and bowed down, asking for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I can't Le. There is someone more obligated to help you. He ... your own papa. You can complain to him --"

Silent

There is no more confirmation from Milea. Even the woman bit the edge of her shirt to dampen the sound of crying.

Dara heard all of Dylan and Milea's conversations from behind the door. His smile rose upon hearing every word spoken by Dylan. Flat but firm. Obviously her husband did not give a gap to Milea. Dara is increasingly convinced, Dylan is not a man who plans. She kept her promise.I will not let a third, fourth, or so on into their household.

"Ehem." Deheman Kirana's voice disturbed the silence that had been created.

"Milea, what the aunt's son said is very true. There is still your father who is more obligated to extend his hand to help you. If your father objected, wouldn't there still be your mama? Your mama was a good lawyer. Aunty is very sure, your mama would be happy to help her daughter who is very poor," Kirana said in a satire. Apparently from earlier, Kirana was already standing not far from the room occupied by her son and the daughter-in-law. He heard and saw what Milea had done to melt Dylan's heart. In the mind, Kirana was proud of her son. But he also felt annoyed, because Dylan even opened the door of the room and left Dara alone just to serve Milea.

"But Aunt - -"

"Better, go now! Never bother son and daughter-in-law again!" drive it with emphasis.

Milea fell silent. He was drowning in a deep pit of sadness. Milea is really unexpected, getting rejection from two people who used to always be sweet to her, Dylan and Kirana.

BRUGH

Milea's body is broken. He was unconscious. Spontaneously, Dylan wanted to lift the woman up. However, Kirana prevented it. He did not want the son to return to empathize with Milea.

"Dylan, better .. you go back inside the room! Don't worry about Milea. Mother and Father will take the woman home to her parents. From now on, hempas your empathy for Milea! Not that mom was cruel. But, the mother does not want to give a gap to people who want to damage the household of the mother's children," Kirana said firmly.

"Good, Mother. Dylan will no longer empathize with Milea. Because right now, Dylan takes full responsibility for Dara. Dylan did not want to betray Dara's trust. Dylan also did not want to incise the slightest wound in the heart of the woman who had given his life to Dylan" he said solemnly.

Kirana reviewed the smile. He patted Dylan on the shoulder as an expression of a mother's pride in her son.

"Lan, continue what you've started!"

Kirana's words successfully print a red tinge on her son's face.

Dylan smiled smirkingly while scratching his nape which was not itchy at all.

"Eh, mmm .. Yes Bund. Dylan will continue!"

"good. Right there, meet your wife! He must have been very cold" he whispered with a big smile.

Dylan followed the words spoken by his mother. Springing, he turned his heel then closed the door again and locked it.

"Dear dear, forgive brother! Sorry for making you wait a little longer."

Silence, no word from Dara. The woman was seen curled up under a thick blanket.

Dylan landed his weight on the edge of the bed. Then he took the rikma of the long halal lover was scattered and again said, "Yang, you are angry huh? I-i'm sorry! I promise I will never see Milea again, nor empathize with her."

Slowly, Dara opened her originally closed net. He smiled and rubbed the cheeks of Dylan, the husband he loved most.

"I'm not angry Bang."

Dylan's lips curved. He grabbed Dara's hand and kissed his wife's knuckles.

"really?"

"Heem." Dara nodded.

"Then, let's continue on, yuk!"

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