Married Bad Boy

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In the morning Azri awoke because her nose smelled the cooking from outside the room where she was lying now. He forced himself to get up while stretching his muscles. Slightly grimacing when aware of some parts of his body feels stiff.

Before getting off the bed, Azri pondered. There are things that make her feelings a little stuck. Widya's Expression. He recalled the expression Widya put out every time he looked at her. Sometimes he finds joy, doubt and fear mixed in so he can't tell the difference anymore.

Azri feels her wife is hiding something from her. As if someone wanted Widya to ask him, but could not.

"Well, I'll ask you later." Azri got up from the bed.

Azri was tidy with her casual clothes. She intended to approach her wife, but her steps came to a halt before her feet stepped on the kitchen floor. His eyes were glued to see Widya was busy in the kitchen struggling with cooking utensils. It was not the smell of the cooking that made her stunned where she stood but the clothes that the girl was wearing.

"Widya Lovarza," his his his hisses growled a little.

Now it is still morning why Widya actually wears her oversized shirt? It does not matter if the shirt is comfortable for him just that the material is rather laughable showing his dark colored underwear clearly.

"Oh, you're awake." Widya smiled at Azri who was standing by the dining table.

Widya just teased me with her smile? Or is it just my feeling? Azri quickly shook her head and acted accordingly.

"What hope are we?" Azri asked to distract from the inviting scene by sitting on one of the dining table chairs.

"Feel what you made last night. I'm warming her.“

"What?" Azri exclaimed in shock. So all the food here was his last night's cooking?

He forgot to cook dinner.

"I kept her in the freezer last night. Too bad if your hard-earned cooking is thrown away. I want to enjoy it together," said Widya casually regardless of Azri's stunned face.

"You can throw it away, right?"

Widya was silent, looking at Azri for a moment. "It's a shame if it's thrown away. Anyway I can't waste anyone else's sincerity."

Seeing Widya's expression, Azri had no reason to argue anymore. He nodded. "Well, let's try what sincerity is like."

Widya chuckled after that they were busy eating breakfast. He looked at Azri's face agitatedly. He wanted to say something, but hesitated. As a result, he can only play with his spoon.

"Why? Is there something you want to ask me?" Azri can read his wife's strange behavior.

Widya flinched then lowered her head before looking at Azri again. "On Yuna ...."

Azri looked at Widya in surprise, but he did not interrupt her before Widya said her intent. He wondered how the topic of conversation about Yuna could arise between himself and Widya. Is it possible that he has been burdened since Madame Leeh mentioned that name yesterday?

"Who is Yuna? May I know her?"

Widya really wants to hear Azri's version of the story. He can not hide his curiosity anymore and guilt because it has been presumptuous to bring up the past that does not want Azri to remember.

Azri should know sooner or later the story of him and Yuna will be known by Widya. He can't hide it anymore. Alright, if Widya wants to know about Yuna, she will tell her even though it means having to open old wounds.

Azri strengthened his heart after believing he then began to say, "Yuna is my long-dead ex-lover. You don't have to worry about it."

"What caused Yuna to die?"

Widya sees Azri jerking, the man's eyeballs seem to move restlessly and start to fog.

"A shipwreck." Azri was silent for a moment, stunned because the memory was again flashed in his eyes as if he was looking at a documentary. "I was there when the ferry we boarded caught fire and sank. If at that time I did not let go of Yuna's hand, maybe.“ Azri's voice began to choke. "Yuna is alive today."

Widya was stunned to see how Azri tried to restrain herself from looking weak. No, he asked instead to see Azri tormented against her own grief like this. He has to stop Azri from telling the story, but the man continues the story.

"You don't have to."

"I'm guilty of Yuna. I made Yuna die" Azri said. He was all his might suppressing the feeling of being betrayed to himself. He was determined not to drown in his guilt for Yuna, but now the guilt was back to haunt, making her feel scared and cold.

Widya immediately got up and hugged Azri's neck gently and full of caution from behind. He was guilty of asking because he had to calm Azri back.

Azri's worry seemed to disappear when Widya's two hands wrapped around her neck. She was fixated on Widya's warm embrace which made her feel so calm and peaceful.

"Sorry, I won't ask about Yuna anymore. I knew you loved her so much - maybe now. But never blame yourself. Her leaving Yuna was not because of yourself, it was already her time Yuna left because that's why God released your grasp from her. You're innocent, really."

Azri smiled at the string of soft sentences that Widya whispered right in her ears. He was made sad and at the same time moved. Since the first time he did want to hear someone say so. he wanted someone to give his spirit and said that Yuna's death was not because of her. All this time he felt that everyone was blaming themselves for Yuna's death. Even Ryan, can't say that. Just give her advice to be patient and let Yuna go.

"Thank you."

Widya is shocked when suddenly Azri pulls her body down on her lap. As soon as their eyes met, his heart was pounding uncontrollably. Azri clenched her so tightly, plus a beautiful smile embedded in her lips. He is fixated on the smile and beautiful face of Azri so that he is not aware now he is in a dangerous position because if Azri wants to do anything to him, he can not avoid. His whole body was in the power of Azri.

A gentle kiss landed on her forehead, so light, but made Widya's heart seem to fall. The man was now staring at her as gently as his kiss earlier.

"Thank you for being my wife.“

Widya's cheeks blushed with her own. "You're embarrassing me." He was touched by Azri's warm smile. His conscience was tingled, afraid that this smile would vanish someday. Is there any way to defend it?

Widya intends to rise, but Azri holds her back to stay on top of her lap.

"Come on." Widya looked at Azri with a pleading face.

Azri shook her head then smiled nosily. "How about one morning kiss after that I'll let you go."

Widya rounded her eyes.

"Well, I don't care if we're like this all day," she said, looking at the doubts on Widya's face.

"All right, all right."

Widya relented because she couldn't possibly let Azri continue to hug her like this. After all, it does not matter if only one kiss, he kissed Azri, not too long, but was able to make Azri's smile rise again. After that he hurriedly got up and returned to his seat.

Azri smiled happily to see Widya eating with a dead red face. 'Huh, it's wrong of myself why to look for trouble with me in the morning, ' inner Azri. What must be blamed in all this is Widya's clothes. If he didn't hold back, I don't know what would have happened. However, did not want Widya to consider her a perverted man or his kind. He did not want to scare Widya to make the girl hate him.

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