Not a Contract Marriage

Peace

Dira awakens from his sleep feeling comfort. His sleep is also very sound despite having to wake up when the clock still shows the number 4 in the morning.

The time where he used to wake up to start activities to prepare food for stalls. But for a week he did not return to the shop.

In addition to preparing some things for the wedding, also a ban from the grandmother who does not allow the bride to leave.

Dira rose from her sleeping position and went straight into the bathroom just like that after letting go of her husband's embrace.

Finished bathing and getting dressed, Dira approached the dressing table and began to tidy up her appearance. It was there that Dira realized something and began to think.

"Don't I sleep in the next room last night? How can there be all my needs here."

The woman's gaze swept across the room and saw that it was the first room she and her husband occupied.

"Well, how can I come back here anyway? Who brought me here?" Dira Wonder.

"Your husband is the one who brought it."

The hoarse sound of waking up attracted the attention of Dira who immediately turned to look towards the mattress.

"Who told you to bring me here again?" Asked Dira fiercely.

"Nothing, my own desire."

"Do you know if I'm really sprained with you again?" Dira's face really showed an unbearable look of annoyance again.

"I'm sorry, if you're the booby over there who's here?" Ask Gara with her head slightly tilted.

"Know ah, males ladeni ye Mas."

Dira looked at the mirror again and began combing her hair. And continued by using all the needs of women's care.

Not to dress up like the wives of other entrepreneurs who must look superior. Dira even dress up modestly by using facial moisturizer then powder and liptint.

To keep looking fresh when out of the house and look neater also with pigtail hair. After her own clothes, Dira wears loose pants and a short-sleeved shirt.

His appearance was really simple but captivating to the eye.

Because who saw the wife had looked beautiful and fresh immediately moved closer. Hugging from behind, his head was placed on Dira's shoulders while smelling the fragrance from his wife's body.

"Where are you going anyway? The sky is still dark outside, but you are beautiful."

Because he does not hesitate to praise his wife and be romantic like a couple who love each other. To get the marriage they want.

"I'm still sprained by you Mas." Dira reminds Gara that they have not made peace.

"Yes, Mas know," said Gara casually still with a kiss on his wife's neck, but left no trace.

Because it wants to melt the heart of the wife that makes Gara romantic to Dira.

"Where do you want to go for a walk today? I'll take you where you go." Bargain to Dira.

"Relatedly? Last night he said he wanted to go home to know and turn to the bar," said Dira reminded Gara's behavior that made him upset.

"Sorry, not anymore. Last night, Khilaf." Dira was silent and did not respond.

"Make a shower for a while, you just wait here. Someone wants to give you something."

She let go of his embrace and walked towards the bathroom. He wanted to look handsome in order to be comparable to his already beautiful wife.

The wife has appeared beautiful plus fragrant, the husband still smells ill. Although still handsome, Inner Gara.

Dira let out a long sigh as Gara had already entered into the bathroom. Gara's wife sat herself in the dresser chair while thinking about something.

He wants a happy marriage with his wife. What's more now is not only Ira's grandmother who accepts and loves her. But there was also papa, his mother-in-law and his sister-in-law.

Not to mention her foster parents who were so friendly to her. Dira had heard from papa Madi that he had three daughters.

The first followed her husband to another country, the second ran away from home and the third lived in a campus dormitory. Both Dira's adoptive parents feel lonely because their three children are gone.

But how else? Papa Madi who often takes Mama Rida away on business trips makes his children not feel at home too.

But who is not upset and angry, while being serious talk. Opponents talk instead of joking around with something sensitive for women who have never been in contact with a man like Dira.

"What daydream?"

The tiptoed Dira was shocked to hear Gara's voice so close to his ear.

"Mas, just ngagetin anyway?" Angry Dira while rubbing his chest.

"Sorry, sorry, not intentionally."

As a result of grabbing the hair dryer to dry her wet hair.

"Here, I dry it. Mas sat down," said Dira snatch the hair dryer from Gara's hand.

With pleasure Gara obeyed Dira's wishes and sat sweetly in the chair that was sat his wife.

"It's so hot, like we're gonna have a lot of kids." Gara chuckled while chuckling.

"What does hot seat have to do with just as many kids?" Dira asked curiously, don't forget his innocent look when he heard the strange sentence.

"Say old people of old times. If the chair the woman was sitting in was hot when left, it was a sign that the woman could have many children," explained Gara.

"Whatever the man sitting in the seat truss is hot, what's the sign?"

"That's a sign he should have a lot of kids too."

"You mean, are men struggling?"

Because he patted his forehead hearing Dira's words. It is wrong for him to start a strange conversation with his wife. All his strange sentences would give birth to other unexpected sentences, plus the plain face of his wife.

"You are the one who is worried, yesterday we made a child. Later tonight we have to do it again."

"Make, make, what cake."

Dira combed her husband's hair that was dry. Not to forget he also gave a little vitamin hair his.

"Kok you love that anyway? It's got a girl. Got that one." Gara pointed at the oil of her hair that was next to the perfume.

"Don't use hair oil too often. Not good for hair health, sometimes the hair needs vitamins as well. Not just in the hair oil."

"Alright Lady Gara, it's up to you how good." Pasrah Gara's.

His heart was delighted to get the attention of his wife. After Dira finished styling her hair, the next sentence made Gara in disbelief.

"I'm sorry for my attitude last night, Mas, I realize it's been too excessive and disrespectful because you left me." Sesal Dira's.

Gara stood up from her seat and brought Dira to sit on the sofa.

"Mas also apologized, because everywhere it all started from Mas. I'm sorry, my wife, I won't repeat that last night."

Gara hugged Dira who also returned her husband's warm embrace. Dira apologizes for not wanting to harbor guilt on her husband.

"We are at peace, right?" Dira nodded in agreement.

After his embrace was released, Gara took a piece in her wallet and handed it to Dira.

"Now, for you. The money you asked for." He handed his wife a black card.

"What is this Mas?" Dira looked and flipped through the cards he had just received.

"That's an unlimited ATM card, you can shop anything you want." He told his wife easily to understand.

"Black skirt? The card is burning, huh Mas? Or in paint?"

Dira was really surprised by the card given by her husband. Because the first time to see the color of an ATM card like that. His is yellow. This rope is black.

Gare gawking at his wife's innocent question. Gosong said? In paint? Which really is? Batin Gara shok will question Dira.