Me And Wedding

A balikan?

In the morning I wake up. There's no Yery beside me. Two nights he didn't sleep with me. Apparently, it was still mad at me when I refused him to do his due that night.

This week morning. I'll spend it on making things for my students. They'll be waiting for me tomorrow. A week seems like a minute to me, even though I don't want to enjoy the holidays. During the holidays I don't know who replaced me. I'll ask my teacher tomorrow.

Yery wasn't home after this morning she sent me a text message that she went to work in her own office. I just found out that he runs one of Daddy Yoga's companies.

I don't feel like Monday is coming. I prepared myself to go teach. Yesterday there was no news of Brother Yurico or Brother Abel coming back to this house. Let them feel at home in Bali. While Yery was still the same, she ignored me and would not sleep with me. He chose to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Because Father Yoga and Mother Heni have not come. If only they knew Yery must have been furious.

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Two weeks is the age of my marriage. But there's no sign of Yery forgiving me. During this time he prefers to sleep on the bedroom sofa. Though it is hard on my heart to accept that. He's still cold to me.

Thursday night Yery asked permission to move house to her parents. He took me to his apartment. I just followed his wish.

Because all I know is that the day after tomorrow, Yurico and his wife are coming back to this house. Of course I was lazy to meet that evil woman. At 9pm we were in the apartment. I put my clothes in the closet. Because we're gonna stay here.

"Yes..." Call me when Yery falls in bed.

"What?" Ask flat.

"It's nothing." I'm scraping it.

"Why are you calling me mas now?" He got up from his sleep and sat down.

"Are you not the one who told me to and your age is older than me." I approached.

"Totally so." He said and went to the bathroom.

"What now is it." My mind is thinking of a plan.

I picked up a hots pant and a short-sleeved yellow shirt. I saw Yery come out of the bathroom and changed into a boxer and a plain white t-shirt. It was my turn to enter the bathroom.

15 Minutes out of the bathroom. I look doubtful. Considering Yery is still mad at me. Successfully this plan.

Yery looked at me for a moment. Seeing what I'm wearing, it's very open. I tried to approach Yery who was standing in front of the mirror

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"You still mad at me?" I was neutralizing my mood.

"Little." Answer's cuek.

"If I apologize again. You forgive no?" I tried to look at him.

"Mas, I'm sorry. And this I'm really gonna apologize for. I'll apologize again for the actions I'm going to do in a moment." I closed my eyes.

"meaning?" Yery asked confused at my words.

I grabbed his face. I kissed Yery's tiny lips. He seemed surprised by my strange attitude.

"What's wrong?" Ask in between gbehavioral activities.

I don't mind him. Instead I led him to bed and crushed him.

"Ira let go." He said push my arm.

"Why? This isn't what you want. You're angry about this, aren't you?" I guess I'm still in the same position.

"Yes but.." he said restrained.

"Let's do it now. So you don't ignore me anymore." My speech.

"No. no. This is not what I meant." He said push me up so I stood up and he sat down.

"Why did you reject me?" My toot.

"I don't want to do it because I have to." The answer.

"But you're mad at me." I'm pasting.

"I'm mad. Because you're friends with Abel. Go to the Club without permission, all day having fun with it. I don't care if you go with her but your clothes are on guard. Do not show your shoulders, thighs or upper chest. Let alone drinking alcohol, I hate it." He rubbed his face violently.

"Yes Yery. You're correct. I'm not a good woman to you." I started crying.

"Eh. don't cry. It's gonna flood, you can't swim." Candanya.

"You can't if you're taken seriously." I hit his shoulder.

"Don't repeat anymore." Please stand up and embrace me.

"Yes." Yeah." I returned his embrace.

Been better. That's my gratitude sign. He finally forgave me.