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A - 10

Alvi walked slowly towards Arfi who was already standing in the middle of the stage. Her husband looked so handsome with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Huuuuhh, oah her face Arfi red tuh, timid, ew" cried Bani teasing. Arfi's friends understated his teasing to each other. It was successful in making the bridegroom embarrassed.

"Mas Arfi can be shy too" whispered Alvi.

Arfi raised his head, looking at Alvi who was already standing before him. He momentarily looked into his wife's eyes, Arfi's heart skipped a beat. He turned his face away because he could not help that shy smile. The invitees cheered again at the embarrassed groom's teasing. Meanwhile, Alvi, he put on a worried face, afraid that Arfi pain will get worse.

The young man tried to convince himself, he again raised his head gallantly.

"Alvi, thank you for accompanying me on the rest of my life"

"I'm also happy to be Mas Arfi's wife"

After that one sentence, Arfi walked closer and closer. He kissed Alvi's forehead like he promised. A boisterous applause and congratulations were heard. When Arfi was about to pull herself away, Alvi pulled her hand. He kissed Arfi's cheeks briefly while glancing at Ambar and his ex-girlfriend.

Looking anger on Ambar's face, Alvi smiled obliquely looking at all that. Even Baim, the ex-lover also looks angry.

MC again took over, enlivening the show with his magic words. The next session, the guests began to congratulate the two brides. Take photos together and talk a little.

After some time, Alvi's two best friends are seen. They put on their pouting faces.

"Nonsense Alvi" said Vita.

"Tau loe, so who's chat we're loe right? Pantes aja does not make any sense Kak Arfi suddenly chat us" added Tasya no less upset.

"Iyadeh, as an apology, you can photograph as much as Mas Arfi"

Vita and Tasya are so excited, they even ask Alvi who took the photo. The reception that night was very tiring, especially having to see the former sucks who tried to show off happiness. Alvi should be aware, precisely those who are made hot because Alvi first bind the marriage relationship without looking at the face of regret. It is as if this happiness is what we are waiting for.

The day was getting late and the show was finally over. Alvi had just finished taking a bath, she looked at Arfi who was sitting while watching television on the sofa in front of the bed. Alvi who saw directly lay on Arfi's lap.

"Why? Now what?"

"I'm spoiled, aren't I? Iiih bar really nice, keselin deh"

"You are spoiled. I'm sleeping, I want to watch football first"

Alvi looked at her husband in annoyance. He got up from his sleep and went to Bani's room. Bani and Oddy are watching television in the living room. He locked all the doors and windows in Bani's room. It doesn't matter anymore even if someone there keeps screaming his name. He chose to sleep and forget all the things because he felt so tired that day.

That night Alvi was completely asleep. He did not wake up until morning.

At 08:00 in the morning...

Alvi worked her eyes and slowly opened them.

"Dear dear" said Arfi who slept beside him.

The girl turned around and turned her back on Arfi, she continued her sleep. But not with Arfi who instead embraced Alvi from behind.

"Sorry, don't be angry. You slept last night, hugging me"

"Unconscious. Move ah, males I'm the same Mas Arfi"

Ah, the temptation to go out of the house made Alvi's heart melt.

"Mauu. Take a shower with yuk Mas"

Blush..

Arfi's face flushed upon hearing the offer. He never thought if it turned out that he felt this shy to hear the invitation to take a bath together. Various reasons Arfi said, of course because he also had a bath. He asks Alvi to take a shower immediately while he waits downstairs.

Alvi pulls her eyebrows up, whereas Arfi often teases her like that. Although disappointing, actually Alvi was still not ready. But considering Ambar's words last night, he felt very upset. Who would Ambar dare to comment on his relationship with Arfi? Alvi is determined to show the world that he also deserves Arfi in his own way.

The thing that makes Alvi feel winning from Ambar is being able to get Arfi. The man who has always liked Ambar, Alvi can get without doing anything. He shut down while trying to forget everything that disgusting woman said. But Alvi's shadow turned again about that night. Ambar and Baim, ah their actions made Alvi shed tears.

"Currently, by spending the night together, you said Baim belonged to you? You're disgusting" said Alvi. He looked in the mirror and punched her very irritatedly. His anger seemed uncontrollable, Alvi was completely in a state of emotion.

His hand was now injured and covered in blood, his white kimono was as if it had a red motif. Long enough Alvi was silent in the bathroom, until Arfi who was tired of waiting also approached her.

Chequek.....

The bathroom door opened, Arfi was surprised to see Alvi who was daydreaming with blood in her hands. Without any words he held Alvi out of the room and sat her on the bed.

Arfi ran down to pick up the P3K box. He did not answer anyone's questions and went back to the room and locked the room. Arfi's feelings were not wrong, he was sure something was going on with his wife, which is why he decided to return to the room.

When he arrived at the room, Arfi found no one there. He tried to knock on the bathroom door but there was no answer, when he opened it, it was unlocked.

"Mas Arfi, are you here?"

"Hm. I've treated your wounds, changed your clothes"

"You don't want to ask?"

"I'll wait until you share your grief. Don't cry, I don't like it. I told you, didn't I? Share your grief and happiness with your future husband"

Alvi's tears trickled back, and once again Arfi wiped them away. He kissed Alvi's hands and told her how much he loved her. Arfi will try his best to make Alvi happy.

"Mas Arfi will be waiting for me right?"

"Yes, whenever I'll wait for you"

"Please make me yours. Can we do it like a husband and wife? I. I. really want to belong to Mas Arfi"

"Alvi, in front of Papa, Father, Mother, Grandpa, Your brother, and everyone. Even before God, every night I ask you in my prayer. I'm not kidding, and if there's someone who says you're not mine, there's a thousand people who defy it and it'll always be that way"

"I don't understand"

"That means, if there's one person who doesn't like it, there's a thousand people who support us, baby. So you don't have to mind them, okay?"

Alvi smiled faintly hearing Arfi's explanation. She hugged her husband so tightly that Arfi pushed him away. He stared at Arfi leaving the room, then noticed his bandaged hand. Arfi was very mature, he was not even angry or rash. His charm once again made Alvi forget about the thing that caused hatred in her heart.

Arfi is the dream man of all women.