Not a Contract Marriage

What a sad night

Night on the shores of the sea of Bali, a beautiful view with a sprinkling of stars in the sky.

Dira walks by the beach with Gara while holding hands. Not to show their affection for doing that. But Gara took the initiative himself to hold his wife's hand.

"What a beautiful view tonight."

Dira smiled sweetly enjoying the scenery and the breeze of the night that hit.

"It's beautiful, but the night wind can make the wind go in for too long outside."

"It's been a while." Dira slightly pouted because of the pleasure of being piqued.

"Not a problem for a moment, but indeed the night wind on the beach was colder. Are you not cold?"

"It's cold."

Because they let go of their handrails and switched to clutching his wife's shoulder.

"Let's go home, your hands are cold."

Dira's arm was rubbed by Gara to slightly reduce the cold. Dira does wear short-sleeved dres that has a knee-length skirt.

I don't know who has swapped his suitcase until the contents inside can change. Though clearly Dira brought her simple clothes. At the hotel, the contents inside are still the same.

"Cook here, Mas?" Dira was taken to one of the mini bars near the beach.

"Drink a little bit let the body of anget."

"But not drinking it too."

"Father, we're drinking low alcohol."

"So it's a drink intoxicating mas."

"Little drink of it."

Because forced Dira to sit in the mini bar chair. Despite knowing his wife was upset, Gara still chose a drink that was low in alcohol content.

"Now, you drink a little. So that your body won't be cold." For handing a small glass of drink to Dira.

"Drink by yourself, I want to go home" said Dira.

The woman moved from her seat.

"Don't go home, let's have a drink here for a minute." Bujuk Gara's.

Instead of softening the persuasion of the husband, Dira instead put a jutek face on Gara.

"Drink alone, drink everything in this place. Just sleep here, don't go home."

Seeing the unfriendly face of his wife makes Gara quickly spend a drink in his glass. Pay for a while then go after Dira who is already walking in front.

"Ck, basic man is inconsiderate. The wife was cold instead of being brought home and brought to the bar" grumbled Dira.

"Dira! wait!"

There was a voice call from behind. Dira sees Gara chasing after him at a fast pace. But who cares about that shitty guy? Inner Dira.

Dira again continued his steps without caring anymore with a call from Gara. Until finally the man can align steps with his wife.

"What is your path?" Ask Gara while holding Dira's hand.

"What do you do to wait for someone who is insensitive?" Ketus Dira's.

"Who is insensitive?"

Dira glanced resentfully at Gara who somehow felt very upsetting that night.

"Au ah, dark."

"How dark? the road is bright."

"Mas, how come you're really?" Dira hastened his steps to chase after the wife who was increasingly irritated.

"Kok Mas at the stay? What the hell are you?" Wonder about Dira's attitude.

Dira just kept silent and continued walking into the villa where they were staying.

Until bedtime arrived, the couple was still silent to each other. More precisely Dira who is much silent and does not care about the words of her husband.

"You why the hell? what's that jutek on his face?" Ask Gara for the umpteenth time after they enter the room.

"Jawab dong Nadira, what's wrong with you?"

Gara lay down his body beside Dira who was behind him. Because he close his body to Dira and hugged the slender body of his wife.

"My wife, why the hell? If there is something wrong, you say the same. Don't forget, because I don't have a falsehood that can read minds what else is in the hearts of others."

Because still trying to persuade Dira who is not easy to seduce what morning in persuaded.

"Mas insensitive" said Dira finally.

He smiled at the voice of his wife who finally answered his question.

"How insensitive? I feel the most understanding and attentive." The hug of the two in the company by Gara, although he can only hug from behind.

"Yes, obviously my beautiful wife. How should your husband be so that this beautiful wife does not jutek anymore?"

"More sensitive to the same environment, more sensitive to the same circumstances."

"That's it, but if it's more sensitive it can't."

Dira turned her body towards Gara.

"Nice?"

"Yes can't, because if you have to be more sensitive Mas worry you're having trouble walking."

Dira's forehead shriveled deeply because he did not understand the meaning of the husband.

"Is the relationship more sensitive as it can't walk?"

"the relation?" Dira nodded.

"Mas is more sensitive to this."

Both of Dira's eyes bulged in shock feeling something down there. While Gara has put on his ugly smile.

"Aaahhh, pervert."

Dira beat the chest because he was getting annoyed. She really did not think that her husband was a pervert.

"Bad fucks anyway? Same wife herself there is no such thing as perverted, but delicious." Kekeh the man who got more and more blows from Dira.

Dira sat down and beat Gara's body with a bolster pillow that had been in his embrace when he turned his back to Gara.

"Mass, what a pervert you are."

Because laughing loosely saw the reaction of his wife whose face reddened with embarrassment. Not to mention his vehemently beating vehemently.

"Udah, have you killed your husband, huh?" For catching and seizing the pillow that Dira used to hit him.

Dira sat cross-legged and both hands crossed staring at Gara unfriendly. Gara himself tried to hold back his laughter.

"Laughter continues until you are toothless," ketus Dira who even returned to invite laughter Gara.

"Jeez, you're so funny about sprains. Your face is red again."

Dira who could not bear to see the laughter of the husband who mocked him. The woman got up from the bed about to get out leaving her annoying husband.

"Where are you going?" Ask a guy who doesn't get an answer.

Dira came out of the room in his place and went to the other room next door.

Fortunately, the villa had more than one room. According to the manager who works there, the villa they occupy is often occupied by the Gara family.

It is only natural to have more than one room.

Because the left behind immediately followed out of the room and tried to find where his wife was.

"Dira!"

"Where are you?"

Getting around from the central room to the pool area. But the wife was invisible too.

"Nadira! where're you?"

When he arrived at the kitchen area, Gara did not find Dira's whereabouts. And it made Gara confused and started to feel scared.

"Have I gone too far?" Ask Gara to herself.

"Oh, it can be chaotic if the child of a real person is sulking. Which is not easy to persuade again."

Because of his own confusion because of his work, he also thought about how to persuade the wife later if still angry. If only Dira was easily persuaded by money or luxury goods such as Intan.

Because he will not be confused to find a way, but his wife is different and very difficult to conquer.

"Can I help you, sir?" The villa manager approached Gara who looked confused.

"Where's the father from?" Ask for a return.

"I was out for a while outside the villa to make sure everything was safe. Trus see Master here again confused, so I go."

"See my wife, sir? He was just walking out of the room."

"Well, I don't see Sir. But we can see it on the cctv to make it easier."

"Ah, yes really. Let's go get a spit."

Gara and the villa manager go to the room where there is a monitor that displays the entire side of the villa highlighted by the camera.

"Look sir, Madam apparently went to the next room. Not going anywhere."

The villa manager pointed at the monitor screen that appeared when Dira entered the next room.

"Thank you sir, I'll stay."

Gara hurried away from the monitor room and caught up with his wife.