Married for Marriage

Worrying

After Ganan and Dana returned home, Tirta now lives in the restaurant. Tirta immediately went to his mother to ask about the development of the restaurant.

"Where are Ganan and Dana?" asked the mother while looking for the figure of her nephew.

"Ganan's home with Dana, Ma.... What's wrong?" tirta asked and sat down near her mother.

"It's okay, you're not going home right away? why are you still at the restaurant, what's wrong?" said the mother asked back.

"Tirta just wants to check the development of this restaurant, and also Tirta plans to open a branch in the area around Nessa's parents' house, Ma?" tirta asked for an opinion.

"Of course, but who will be trusted?" ask her mother again.

"There is, Ma. Well then, Tirta said yes, Ma." Tirta pamit said back home.

"Heart, heart" said his mother. Tirta nodded and immediately rushed away from the restaurant.

On the way home, Tirta looked back at his phone. And he saw the adorable behavior of his wife, until he was impatient to want to meet his wife. Tirta had no stopping to smile that was not clear when staring at his cellphone, Mr. Sopi who saw it was made to wonder to his Master.

And arriving in front of the house of in-laws, Tirta immediately got out of his car, while Mr. Sopi immediately did his car at medium speed. Then Tirta immediately entered the house, where both of Tirta's eyes were fixed with a cake that resembled a birthday cake on the table.

Why empty, where is everything? this is kueh for what, and is there anyone who messages? tirta tried to guess.

Tirta was still trying to guess what the kueh meant. But still not knowing the answer. Because he was lazy to get dizzy, Tirta went straight into his room.

Ceklek, the sound of opening the room door apparently did not surprise Nessa who was lying on her bed. Without a second thought, Tirta dropped her body on the bed. Nessa who was busy daydreaming, suddenly realized when surprised by the existence of her husband who was already next to her. Nessa immediately changes her position to face her husband. The two stared at each other.

"Darling, you just want to. Why don't you knock on the door, anyway." said Nessa who felt surprised.

"You're the one who mostly daydreams, until you realize it. Who are you dreaming about? huh uh?" tirta answered asking back.

"I'm daydreaming of your good looks, baby.you who look fierce are apparently not as good as when birthday cake drifts towards you." Nessa just smiled and held back a laugh.

"Well, now take a shower. So that your body does not wear out. Come on, get up and take a shower." Nessa's orders, her husband also obeyed what he had loved.

While waiting for her husband to finish bathing, Nessa still lay her body on the bed.

I never thought I'd be married to someone I upset. It turns out that the soul mate was never expected. Isn't it impossible, I'm just a suburban girl who dreams of getting the perfect prince. Now my dream has been real, even to this day I am still like a dream. Just imagine, he who is handsome, handsome, even women who are equal to him are waiting in line. Lah, what am I. Who was forced to marry her I refused. It's beyond my reasoning, even I'm just as bad an argument about him. Nessa's unconscious mind, the face of her husband was on top of her who was looking at the face of his wife whose own smile was unclear.

"You're no longer relapsing, are you?" tanya Tirta was surprised. Both of Nessa's eyes were wide-eyed as her husband's eyes were fixedly staring at her, and there was no distance between them. Nessa was made clumsy by her husband, until she couldn't control her heartbeat.

"Let's hurry, I want to make you kueh. I asked for what I used to be, you know how embarrassed I was. Where my face is full of cream kueh, plus the rain. Just imagine for yourself, how shameful I am. Not to mention my own wife did it, the world is really narrow." Said Tirta immediately standing up and tidying up her clothes. Nessa smiled fluffyly.

"I'm sorry, honey, I was not intentional. Because because because the mother who ordered the kueh asked to be opened, there are still children chasing after. Finally I drifted right on target." Nessa replied without digesting her last words.

"What did you say, right on target?" tirta asked looking at his wife's face with the glare of his eyes that looked like he wanted to pounce.

"Oh, I said it wrong. That's not what I mean, baby.don't believe my words.yes." whine Nessa who still mismanaged her vocabulary.

"What's? don't believe your words. It's so horrifying you said. Aaaah, come on out. I can't wait to enjoy the way I made you." Said Tirta who forgot about himself who had seen his wife's activities through his cellphone through CCTV installed at Nessa's parents' house.

"Know where you are, if I make kueh. The feeling I haven't told you yet, if it makes a cake." Nessa answered back asking and trying to remember, but still did not feel like telling her husband. But suddenly he was surprised when staring at the camera above, Nessa was aware of CCTV installed by her husband.

"Ooooh so that camera, that lets you know about my activities. Quickly, pretentious pretender like a fortune teller. Hemmmm." said Nessa again. Tirta himself smiled widely.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you. That's all, and I'm afraid someone will hurt you. Never mind, let's get out." Tirta replied, the two immediately came out of the room and headed for the dining room.

While the Princess who had been busy playing her phone, I don't know what she was seeing. Nessa herself was curious and immediately sat down next to her sister. Tirta who was impatient, finally cut the cake made by his wife.

"Sir Princess is busy what, sis..?" ask Nessa curiously.

"Sister is busy choosing clothes for the wedding day, because he wants to look beautiful. Weddings are only once, so it has to be made special." Replied the brother explained, while Nessa's husband was still focused on enjoying the cake made by his wife. Although Nessa's husband listened to his wife's chat with his sister, Tirta did not respond at all. Because Nessa's chatter is just women's talk. Thought Tirta while enjoying her cake.