Not the Forbidden Miss

One - Dream Marriage

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My name is Nirmala Prameswari, today is the day that I am being redacted by the man my parents have arranged. Azril Tirta Hariyadi. Azril I called him. How unhappy, today I became a bride, and my husband is so handsome, according to my criteria all along. In addition to handsome he is also sholeh, he is a devout Muslim, although not a religious leader, ustadz, or pesantren. He was just an ordinary man who was obedient to the teachings of his religion. Mommy and Dad are the best, if you choose anything for me including my life partner. I'm sure Mas Azril's choice of mother and father is best for me.

Super magnificent guarantee with classic design is already displayed perfectly in my yard. Shades of silver and gold, also decorate the super magnificent guarantee. This is the concept of marriage I dreamed of. I sat down beside my two elder brothers, and there, on the spot to pledge the sacred promise, I saw Mas Azril sitting before my father. I listened to the marriage procession, and there was the sound of Mas Azril saying his vows in front of my father in a loud and straightforward voice.

The LEGIT voice of the invited guests echoed throughout the room. I hugged Mas Aqib and Mas Arsya, congratulating me.

"Congratulations, Nduk. You're already a wife. Solehah, huh? Obey your husband" said Mas Aqib, my first mas.

"Excite, Mas. God willing Mala obeyed her husband. Pray no, Mas" I replied happily.

"My sister Mala, she's already your wife, Nduk. Congratulations huh? A wife who obeys her husband. Always respect your husband" said Mas Arsya.

"Excite, Mas. Pandongane mawon" I replied.

"Come there, and take you to meet your husband," Mas Aqib asked.

I stood in front of Mas Azril, he greeted me, grabbed my hand, then he put a wedding ring on my ring finger, and he kissed my forehead. I also pinned the wedding ring on Mas Azril's ring finger, then I kissed her hand. Today I am officially the wife of Azril Tirta Hariyadi. An architect and has a business in the property sector.

Tonight after the reception, I immediately brought Mas Azril to our new home. I was lucky, got Mas Azril who was well established in every way. Not only that, he was also a very low profile person. Although he is a person who has, arguably a successful businessman, but he looks very simple.

"Nirmala said goodbye, Mother," I said with a hug, when my husband will be taken to his house.

"Good in there, take care of yourself. Be devoted to your husband. Remember, Nduk ... Your paradise is now with your husband," said Mother.

"Excite, Bun. Pray for Mala always, Nggih?" I kissed my mother's hand, asking her for her blessing. To the woman who gave birth to me.

"Dad, Mala pamit." I say goodbye to my father, it feels really hard to leave my parents behind. I as the youngest child was very heavy died father and mother, especially I was the only daughter.

I also met Mas Aqib and Mas Arsya. They let me take my husband, because a wife must obey the husband, so long as the husband is still on the right path. Mas Aqib said, let father and mother be his responsibility as the firstborn.

We also say goodbye to papa and mama, Mas Azril's parents. Although Mas Azril was an only child, Mas Azril was released to live where, not even told to occupy the house of mama and papa. Everyone prayed for us, praying for a pair of happy newlyweds.

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We have arrived at our new home. The classic, modern and luxurious house that we will live in. The house that will later witness the story of our love in building a household full of joy, sorrow, and happiness.

"Come on Mala, we're in. Let our suitcases Mrs Titin take," Mas Azril asked.

Azril took my hand and entered our house. Three assistants greeted us, Mas Azril introduced them to me.

"This is Ma'am Titin, who will later take care of all the cleanliness of the house, from nyapu, mopping, cleaning the core house, if next to Mbak Asih, he is special for cooking, and the only Mbak Yuli, and the other, which will take care of the washing part. If in front of it, there is Pak Sattam, Pak Warno's name, if tomorrow morning the afternoon guard Pak Asep, and another Pak Ali is a gardener." Mas Azril introduced all the assistants in the house to me.

"Hello ma'am, greetings, I'm Nirmala, just call Mala," I said kindly.

"Is it Mala's calling time? Yes mother dong?" asih.

"Yes, I have to call her. Mr. Azril is smart to find a wife, very beautiful wife," said Ms. Titin

"Mr Titin could have?" I blushed in shame.

"It's so beautiful" said Mbak Yuli.

"Welcome Miss Mala ... Madam our mistress," said they compact.

"Thank you for your welcome" I said.

"We go to the room first yes, Ma'am, please take our luggage down from the car," said Mas Azril.

A house this big its occupants only me and Mas Azril its assistants a lot? Then what's my function as a wife, if homework is all done them? Or am I just serving Mas Azril in the room? Glad I should have found the most comfortable place, and my husband really guaranteed my life to be happy, but my job as a wife was less than perfect. Yeah, how else? I'm just enjoying being Mrs Azril.

We're already in the room. I was really nervous, not daring to look at my husband's face tonight. Mas Azril approached me, his hand holding both my shoulders, and he raised my head so I could look at him.

"Why duck?" ask Mas Azril.

"It's okay, Mom," I answered nervously, and I turned my gaze away from Mas Azril's gaze, because I couldn't look into her beautiful eyes.

"Congo again? Your husband's. Tonight we'll start a new chapter. Are you ready to fulfill your duties as a wife?" Ask Mas Azril.

"Yes, Mas. God willing I am ready to be born and to be inward," I replied.

"Alhamdulillah," he said and he kissed my forehead, after which he recited a prayer, blew it on my crown, Mas Azril dyed my crown, and my forehead

Tonight I present everything that I have been taking good care of. I offer with great sincerity and love to my husband Mas Azril. We struggle with falling sweat. The cold AC lost to the heat of our struggle tonight. Tonight I have given everything to Mas Azril, as well as my heart, because I have been in love since I first met Mas Azril.

Finishing our ritual, Mas Azril kissed my forehead, cheeks, and lips. Then he laid his body beside me and held me, we both regulate our breathing that is still not irregular like running a marathon. This is the pleasure of heaven. This is how it feels to be hugged, kissed, and fondled by your husband? This is truly a matchless favor. Especially this is a first for me.