Papa's Choice Husband

SPP - 22

Flashback.....

El walked over to Asya. "Asya, shall we go home? You don't like being here, do you? Come home with me" pinta El sadly.

"No, not Asya. Come home with me" Nando interrupted.

Asya stared at her Papa, she did not even look at Asya. Busy with cell phones in their hands. Asya doesn't want to go back to El, but she can't go with Nando either. This innocent girl returned to shed her tears. Why does destiny always pull itself back? To the place he hated the most and did not want him to go.

"Imo" Shouted Aqilla who had just come with her parents.

Aqilla ran towards Asha's bed, El lifted her up to sit in bed.

"Atit? Napa? Imo mangana atit ya" said Aqilla in funny language.

"Imo is okay. Aqilla is getting more beautiful, gemes deh" replied Asya while kissing both cheeks of her father.

Asya hugged Aqilla tightly, while looking at her Mama. He was convinced, the presence of Aqilla to persuade Asya to return home. Because Asya loved children so much, Aqilla is now her nephew.

Aqilla sat on Asya's lap, leaning her body against Asya's. "Imo, come on ita agi yes, oneka anyak, I vinegar" Aqilla oceh.

"Asya, listen to me. Please don't" Pinta Nando said. He knew what Asya was thinking, Asya's weakness.

"Nando, thank you, you always accompany me when I am sad or hurt. But they are my family, I have to go back" Asya said.

"She, but you.." Nando's speech was interrupted because Jihan interrupted, "Ndo, this is Asya's decision".

"See, promise me, if they make you like this again, I will really take you away with me. With or without your permission" said Nando who already does not understand how to. He really did not want Asya to return to a family that would only make him hurt.

"I won't let you take him away" El interrupted.

Nando exhaled violently, he stood up, looked at El for a moment and left the room.

"Yes, if there's anything call us yes. Nando never left a second from loe, he took care of you from yesterday" said Gita and went with Jihan.

After all of Asya's friends left, the two families began to gather near Asya.

"Wait, don't come near me. I do not want to be near you, including Mas Syam and Mas Galen" said Asya stopped their steps.

"Asya" call Sham. Asya kept shaking her head, she really didn't want them around.

El asks all his family to go out. Leaving him, Asya and Aqilla in the room. Aqilla felt very comfortable in Asya's deck. He did not even want to escape from the embrace.

"Asya" call El Iirih. El stroked his wife's hair, "I'm sorry"

"This is a reply to the husband who made his wife cry" replied El. Asya had really fallen into the trap of her husband. No matter how much he hated, El still looked so charming. El kissed Asya's forehead, pledging a promise to change.

"No Mas El, we were betrothed. Maybe Mas El was forced to marry me too. This marriage, all because of them. I don't want to see them, please keep them away from me. And Mas El doesn't need to change, we can live as strangers in one house. Thank you, Papa was right, I should have accepted everything, because Mas El has also met my needs. Forgive me" said Asya lirih.

El looked at his wife, he felt that Asya's injuries this time would not quickly recover. Maybe it will be difficult to make him forget, although Asya laughed surely the wound still cuts his heart.

"Imo, what's angis? wishful thinking" said Aqilla. The little girl wiped away Asya's tears. With her small smile, she kissed Asya's cheeks affectionately.

"How can Imo be sad if you have you dear, mumbled the same Aqilla. Play to Imo yuk's house, Imo bosen here" Asya asked. The girl looked at her husband, gesturing to El.

"Yes, I take care of the administration first yes, you two don't be naughty here" El said and left the room.

Chequek......

As soon as El opened the door, all eyes looked at him expectantly. They just want to hear good news from El.

"He wants to go home, let Asya be with me, he doesn't want to see you for now. I explained slowly to Asya, we don't press him, or something like this will happen again. Zio takes care of his administration" El explained at length.

Mother tries to calm Mama who is still as excited. He felt so guilty for hiding such a big thing to Asya. Mama never thought that Asya's anger would cause her to get hurt.

El went back into Asya's room, after convincing the other families to go home. Unfortunately Aqilla also had to come home with her parents.

Now El and Asya are just two, facing each other in silence. Asya just bowed while playing both of her hands. El, watching every move of his wife.

"She, give me a chance, I'll try to change. You know, change is not an easy thing, the habit is difficult to remove" said El while holding his wife's hand.

"Mas, no need to change. I know where I am, thank you for meeting all my needs. I'll accept everything Mas, Mas El can do anything to me. That's all I can do to repay Mas's kindness" Asya replied as she pulled her hand from El's grasp.

"You just need to be my wife" El said. He pulled Asya's chin, staring at the two eyes that were wet with tears. Again and again, El had to see tears fall there.

El drew their distance closer, slowly touching his wife's lips gently, before giving her a brief kiss.

Asya was stunned, this was the first time someone had kissed her lips. His heart beats unbecoming. But the bad thought came back to Asya's mind, Does Mas El think of me as a night butterfly?

The warm touch of the husband, which Asya always dreamed of. The sweet treatment of the people he loved, now Asya does not want it anymore. He felt disgusted and dirty. When El looked at him, he felt humiliated as if he was just part of El's game. Negative thoughts fill the space in Asya's brain, she is just a comfort woman for her husband.

Maybe now El does not need to go out looking for a woman at night because there is one woman who will always obey his orders. Perhaps El didn't need to pretend to be cold to draw Asya close to him. Now El can show his mischievous nature, because the wife has known all about him. Asya is now in love with El.

I hate every night that comes. In front of my husband I felt very despicable, as if I was not a part of his life and I was just a little toy to fill his free time, Asya said.