Marrying an Imperfect Man

Desire Mak Nah

"I've never been married."

After saying that, Mak Nah rushed to leave Mr. Malik.

Mr. Malik was stunned to see the departure of Mak Nah.

What was. He said I was.not me.

Malik couldn't believe what he had just heard.

We are not that close to being able to use my word. Did he say it wrong? And then, he said he had never been married. Why am I pounding like this.

Mr. Malik smiled as he held his chest that was beating fast.

Ah.already. I'm not a be ge anymore. I have to go home and clean up, so that if Seruni is allowed to go home, the house is ready.

Mr. Malik brushed off thoughts about Mak Nah. He rushed out to go home.

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Night at Lais mansion.

"Darling, did you go to the hospital?" Aruna approached Lais who was sitting reading a book by leaning on the headboard.

"Hm."

"How's it?"

"I don't know. But he looks healthy."

"Goodoo. Mama will be less anxious. Mak Nah's? Until when will Mak Nah accompany them?"

Hearing Aruna mention the name Mak Nah, Lais immediately closed the book she read.

"Darling you think it's good not if we find Mak Well husband?"

Aruna was shocked to hear Lais question.

"Does this have anything to do with Mr Munir and Mrs Ira?" search Aruna.

"You could say yes, or not. But Mak Nah also deserves to live happily. If for example we find them and they match, isn't it good."

Aruna looked suspiciously.

Lais felt bad for his wife's sight. He approached and held Aruna in both hands.

"So, Revan had the idea of matching Mr. Malik with Mak Nah. And coincidentally, his son Seruni Pak Malik already considers Mak Nah as his mother. So...." Lais ended his speech. He moved both of his shoulders instead.

"So..you both forced Mr. Malik to marry Mak Nah?" guess Aruna with a dislike tone.

"It's not. We're just signaling Mr. Malik. Whether they want to get married or not, let them decide." Lais replied, patting Aruna on the back of her hand to calm her petite wife who was beginning to look upset.

'Really so? No intimidation?" Aruna is still in doubt.

"Yes." replied the weak Lais a little spoiled.

"I don't disagree, as long as it's their own decision, I'm definitely supportive. But if there's a game you two have in it, I'm gonna be really pissed." Aruna stared fiercely.

"No will. No, don't talk about them. We're resting yuk!" Lais hugged Aruna.

"Mmmm..." Aruna smiled with a reddened face.

"Yes!!! It's time for a long night, dear." said Lais before finally starting the night climb.

Elsewhere, Mr. Munir had just finished cleaning his house.

Finally finished too. I'll take a shower and go back to the hospital. I can't just rely on Mak Nah. He is still an outsider.

Malik then went into his room. He went to the closet to get a change of clothes. Shortly thereafter, there was a sound of water gurgling from the bathroom.

Get out of the bathroom, Mr. Malik looks fresh. He then set himself in front of the mirror. Mr. Malik smiled as he felt his appearance was perfect.

In this way I will not be ashamed to meet Mak Nah.

When he was about to get out of his room, Mr. Malik's eyes accidentally stared at the mirror that there was a closet. It was clearly a reflection of a photo of Riana, his late wife.

Rianna.

Mr. Malik turned his steps closer to the wall with a picture of his wife.

Riana, I'm sorry.

Mr. Malik stroked the picture frame of his late wife. His eyes are staring at you. Sadness clearly emanated there.

Riana, I will fulfill our promise to be faithful to each other.

Mr. Malik then laid his body on the mattress while hugging a picture of his wife.

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"Malik, wakeup!" a soft voice entered the subconscious of Mr. Malik.

"Malik!"

"Ah.yep." Mr. Malik. He sat down and wiped his eyes and face.

"Mommy Well? Why are you here?" Mr. Malim was nervous when he saw Mak Nah sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Indeed why? Can I not be here?" ask Mak Nah while shifting her seat closer.

"That's.we...." Mr.Malik is getting nervous. He swallowed his saliva many times to calm himself down.

"Malik, I want to be Seruni's mother" said Mak Nah half-whispering.

"Eh.hasn't Seruni called you mother." Mr. Malik shifted his seat because he felt Mak Nah was too close.

"I mean real mother." Mama is approaching again.

Mr. Malik swallowed his saliva

"I.the real mother. That means you will not only be a Seruni mother, but also my wife." Mr. Malik stuttered so nervously.

She smiled sweetly, "Am I not your wife?"

"What?!"

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