Marrying a Rich Bum

WEDDINGS

Wedding without guests. Only attended by 3 witnesses from the woman, 3 witnesses from the man, the bride's parents, and a representative grandfather from the groom.

After that very short wedding, they broke up. There was only a handshake and a thank you, without any parcels for the guests that were just less than ten seeds.

Mariana's father turned around and went straight into the house once her daughter's marriage was declared legal. No congratulations, let alone thank the invited witnesses.

"Patience, Mariana. Slowly, papa will surely melt. He's just still too angry." Mariana's mother hugged her daughter while shedding tears.

"Mariana's okay, Mama. Mariana is fine," replied Mariana calmly. Although her chest hurt to hold back the disappointment of her life, but Mariana tried to smile in front of her mother so that her beloved woman did not feel sad.

"I'm fine, Mama. Don't worry about me" replied Mariana.

"yeah. Mama hopes you'll also be fine after this," said her mother, glancing at Bima.

"What does Mama mean?" ask Mariana.

"It's nothing, Mariana. Sorry, Mama didn't mean to offend you. But, you know, your husband's a bum. No home, no job. How will she make you happy if she doesn't have any money" whispered Mariana's mother.

Mariana took a long breath.

"Mama don't worry. For me, happiness isn't just about money, Ma. The important thing is that Bima can make mariana happy, the money we can finish both."

"Ck!" Mariana's mother clucked in annoyance. "Indeed, jewelry can be bought only with love" he said.

Mariana smiled blandly.

"Madriana." Mariana.

"Can you show me where our room is? I want to change clothes."

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Mariana turned around, walking towards the second floor stairs.

"Stop!" A loud cry stopped Mariana's footsteps.

"Your room is not there. You're sleeping in the maid's room!" Mariana's father shouted out loudly, pointing at the maid's room in the back with his left hand. Mariana frowned.

"Papa. I'm not gonna sleep in the maid's room."

"There's no room anywhere in the house except for the maid's room, which you can sleep with, filthy woman!"

Mariana's eyes turned red, but her face hardened.

"Don't worry, Papa. I won't sleep anywhere in the house either. I just want to pack my clothes" replied Mariana coldly.

"W-what do you mean, Mariana?" ask Mariana's mother stammering.

"Mom, I'm married. Of course I won't stay here anymore. I'm going to live with my husband in his house" Marina replied calmly.

Bima widened in shock, staring at Mariana in disbelief.

"He has no home. You're gonna live under the bridge?!" ask Mariana's father to sneer.

"Bima probably didn't have a house yesterday. But now he has and we'll stay there. Thank you for blessing our marriage, Papa." After saying so, Mariana turned back and stepped up the stairs towards her room on the second floor. Bima followed, albeit with a confused layout.

"Hurry and help me pack up my things, and then we'll be gone." Mariana pulls a large coepr from under the cupboard, opens it and starts stuffing things with a shavings.

"Wait."

"I don't want to argue!"

"Not that."

"Don't force me!"

"Stop!" Bima gripped Nadia's arm, stopping her movement of throwing things into the suitcase.

"Don't put it like this. Your stuff is so much, it won't fit."

"I won't bring it all," replied Mariana impatiently.

"Go take a shower and cool your head and arrange your suitcase. Prepare whatever stuff you want to bring, just throw it here let me arrange it."

Mariana wanted to protest but Bima twisted her body and pushed her waist slowly.

"Why are you...."

"Don't say much. Just do it before your father's time tolerance runs out."

Mariana gulped, turned around and immediately scooped up the items she needed.

"Where are we going to stay?" whispered Mariana, in the middle of her movement of collecting things.

"I have a friend who lives abroad. Maybe I can call him to lend him his house for us to live in."

"What?" Mariana looked at Bima in wonder. Borrowing a house? This man in front of him was insane.

"Yes. I'll call him to borrow his house. He won't be coming home anytime soon. And he did ask me to stay at his house while he was abroad."

"Did your friend live abroad?" ask Mariana.

Bima shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Looks like. It's been a long time since I've been home."

"Why doesn't he just sell his house?"

"She wants to keep a house for her to come home to while on vacation here."

"But what if your friend comes?"

"Don't worry. He visited his home last month. He won't be home again in less than 10 years."

Mariana took a long breath.

"But for tonight, we're forced to sleep by the side of the road. Because I have to ask my friend's permission before we can occupy his house."

Mariana nodded. "No problem" he said.