Not the Bride of Choice

Gavin's sick

The reception went on very well. There were so many guests coming too.

The show finished at exactly 16:30.

Mom and Dad and my other family are back home.

mas Ali's parents and family returned to their hotel rooms. So did me and Mas Ali.

We stayed at this beautiful hotel tonight.

As a gift from the hotel for our wedding.

I sat in front of the dressing table while cleaning my face with the cotton and face cleanser I brought from home. I took off one by one the accessories that were on my body and grabbed the zipper of the dress I was wearing so I could replace it with a relaxed pajama shirt.

"I have to hurry to change my clothes before Mas Ali finishes his bath" I said inwardly.

But the zipper of this dress is like it's stuck so I can't take it off at all.

Mas Ali came out of the bathroom and put on his green tosca pajamas, while I still could not take off this dress I was wearing.

I gave up on being upset.

I saw Mas Ali sitting casually on the shofa facing the TV and then turning it on and watching while drinking the cold water he took from the small refrigerator on the edge of the shofa.

"you wanna sleep in that dress? not sultry? don't want to change clothes, do you? " ask Mas Ali to me who is sitting upset facing the mirror on this dresser.

"of course I want to change my clothes, it's just that I can't open this dress, it looks like the zipper got stuck" I said slowly.

He got up from his seat and approached me who was behind him.

Slowly down her zipper my dress reached the bottom of my back.

I can only close my eyes. Enjoying the cold and firmness of Mas Ali's hand when touching the back of my shoulder.

My hair stands all.

After lowering my dress reslsting heapun back to the shofa where he sat earlier.

Kuraih towel then went to the bathroom and immediately washed my body that felt crumpled because of the reception earlier this afternoon.

I washed my long hair with the shampoo I brought from home.

it's so fresh.

I came out of the bathroom after putting on my sleeping pajamas and covered my half wet hair with a small towel provided by the hotel.

I sat at the dresser and put on a thin makeup and a little lipstick and applied body lotion on some parts of my body and then sprayed a little perfume on my neck which was quite level.

I saw Mas Ali standing towards the door and opening it.

A roomboy delivers food into the room and then leaves after being given tips by Mas Ali.

"Let's eat" Mas Ali asked while putting all the dishes on the table located in front of the shofa where he sat.

I sat next to her shyly.

He looked at me long enough.

This is the first time he saw my long hair neatly severed with the part I clamped back.

I used to wear a hijab to cover my head.

He smiled and turned to face the food in front of us.

" a lot of it" I said.

"I don't know what your favorite meal is, so I ordered some special menus that the hotel is serving tonight. Mama and papa wanted to take us out to dinner together, but I refused because I knew you must be tired after a day of serving guests who were present at the reception earlier. So I just order food to be in between the rooms" he said while tasting the crab oyster saos that seemed very delicious.

"Please Mas" I said as I put a piece of honey-baked chicken on my plate and enjoyed it.

We both smiled.

tonight was my first night sleeping with Mas Ali.

We both spent the night sharing stories about each other's lives.

We agreed to accept the fact that we are now husband and wife.

He promised to open his heart and be the best husband for me. I am the opposite too.

Then we slept with a pillow bolster as a partition between the two of us.

Aisyah would be very sorry if she knew the true nature of Mas Ali.

The perfect husband I think.

Handsome, charismatic and very understanding.

"Perfect!" I whispered inwardly as I glanced at him who was already asleep in his sleep.

I also began to think that I was the lucky woman to be his wife, even though I was only a substitute bride and was not the bride of his choice.