SPARE WIFE

Episodes 10

“Three days?” ibra said while leaning on the office chair. His eyes glared upwards. Looking for answers to the strangeness of his life during these three days. Oddity over the existence of Rahma around him. He feels different. Smile more and smile more often. It's not that when he was with Marissa he couldn't smile. Only, this time it was different. There is a feeling of comfort that cannot be expressed verbally. Ibra is still looking for where the comfort is. In the heart or because of their coerced surroundings. Ibra shook her head again as she continued to look up. The light of the lamp made his vision faintly indistinct.

“Rahma, Amma.” Ibra realized, Rahma was just being nice to him. He invites Rahma to be friends and Rahma welcomes him. Neither did Rahma fight for Ibra's attention, she acted naturally. By itself, Ibra's heart openly welcomed Rahma. Let Rahma begin to rest in her heart.

Deep down, Ibra dreams of a simple home life, with a wife who actually performs her role well. Taking care of the house and herself sincerely. At first glance that simple desire is being played by Rahma. Not everything, but Rahma can do it voluntarily. Ibra felt Rahma sincerely did so.

As it is now. Ibra's eyes glanced at the table nearby. A food box has just come over Rahma's shipment that was left to the driver for Ibra. Rahma did not forget her promise this morning about making her lunch.

The food box seemed to laugh at him for one thing. Where's your real wife, Ibra? He's just your temporary wife. Back-up wife, roughness.

“Marrisa,” sigh Ibra. He needs Marrisa's hand to get rid of this weird taste. She needs the power of Marrisa's love to get through this difficult time. Because honestly, Ibra was worried about this weirdness. Rahma was feared to enter her heart if she continued to behave this way.

No, it can't happen.

Ibra immediately took her phone. She needs Marissa. In view of the time, maybe Marrisa just woke up or maybe still asleep. Ibra just sent a message.

•I miss you, Rissa. Already awake?

Ibra laughed at the screen of her phone. He opened the food box. It's been given, dear if not enjoyed. He will honor the goodness of Rahma. Ibra enjoyed the meal full of admiration. Rahma's cooking is accepted on Ibra's tongue. Here's taste.

•People: I just woke up. My schedule's tight. How are you developing with Rahma? Did it already?

Ibra read the reply from Marrisa.

•Not yet, my job is a lot. I get tired easily.

•ermy wife: I hope as soon as possible, so that she can get pregnant. And I'll reschedule the contract for the next year. Make sure no one's family knows.

•Do you want to extend the contract? Then how am I?

•May wife: You did, I promised Ibra, my first career. Okay, you might not be able to call me for a month. Bye, my husband.

Ibra exhaled a tired breath. This is a risk he must accept. His promise to Marrisa from the beginning was the freedom of Marrisa's career. But what's wrong he's hoping for more? At least Marissa asked. Didn't Ibra give a hint if she gets tired easily. Ibra just asked a little bit of Marrisa's attention.

Darling, what she received was a no-nonsense question about her continuation with Rahma. Ironically, the first wife asked whether the second wife had successfully gotten pregnant or not. This is the risk you're taking, Ibra.

Ibra laughs miris. Doesn't Marrisa feel sad about her husband touching another woman? Why is it that only Ibra feels guilty when she wants to start a relationship with Rahma?

Once again the phone sounds. Ibra opened the message lazily.

•bouthed: Did you take lunch from me? Stop working, take lunch. Food intake produces energy, so you can concentrate. I've prepared dinner for you too. Happy work, husband.

•Thank you, my wife.

Ibra laughed again reading the message sent by Rahma. Again Rahma took over the task that Marrisa was supposed to do. This is what he feared, Ibra easily collapsed if continued to be treated like this.

Ibra has to survive, first he can survive. Refusing the presence of women other than Marissa. Then why was he now afraid that he could not be like before? “Because he was so close,” Ibra said inwardly. His heart was fighting for itself to find a way to be sure of his love only for Marissa to be right. Although Rahma's existence will always be close around her.

Can Ibra maintain the steadiness of her heart for Marrisa far away?

***

Arriving home, Rahma greeted Ibra cheerfully. Rahma used her time all day to make Ibra happy. Cooking and tidying up the house, and finally welcoming Ibra home by kissing her hands like this morning. Like a wife who respects her husband after exhaustion makes a living for the family.

Ibra seemed to forget her promise to be able to hold back. Rahma's smile is dear to leave it alone. Suddenly Ibra felt Rahma's smile was able to relieve her fatigue. Hypocrite you, Ibra.

“You haven't eaten yet? I'm making you a fresh drink, huh? Oh yeah, I cooked grilled ribs for our dinner. Bi Mirna said it was your favorite food. You take a shower first. Or want to eat?” ask Rahma bertubi. Ibra shook her head, slightly chuckling. The crowded grace is already visible.

“You're interviewing?”

Rahma is just giggling. “Sori, I was confused alone from earlier. Walls just dizzy hear me talk.” Rahma's style of language sounded relaxed and Ibra liked it.

“Thank you I didn't hear,” ledek Ibra.

“Already, shower there. I'm preparing dinner.”

Ibra obeyed Rahma's orders. He went into the room and cleaned himself up. Fresh and new feelings come back. Finished getting dressed, Ibra stared at her body through the mirror. He only realized, if since then the expression of his face can not be separated from the smile. It looks like Ibra is enjoying the role Rahma is playing. As a real wife. I am a legitimate husband to him. Why do these feelings bother me more and more?

Ibra walked out of the room quietly. He must be able to control himself. Tonight he should be able to go through well.

Ibra saw Rahma tidying up the food at the dinner table. It seems to be done and ready to be enjoyed. Ibra noticed, Rahma was so in control of the room. Marrisa had never used the room as well as possible, again Ibra began to not concentrate.

Now even compare.

“Content, Ibra,” Welcome Rahma. Ibra herself is like a witch. The aroma of Rahma's cooking is appetizing. He's hungry and needs an outlet.

“Mari eat.” Ibra shamelessly enjoys Rahma's cooking.

“You want more?” tawar Rahma's. Ibra was silent for a moment. During the meal the mind of Ibra was like drifting. Rahma's cooking is like wearing extra flavoring. The feeling of his heart began to melt. Ibra, language.

“That's enough. I'm just going to the study. I intentionally brought work home.” After drinking, Ibra immediately stood up and hurried to leave the room. Long time there make his mind messed up.

Ibra entered her study while standing restless. Why is it so difficult to be normal with Rahma's behavior. Rahma was not teasing him, but she felt tempted herself.

Switch by checking the work! Ibra began to continue the pending work and indeed deliberately brought it home.

While struggling to check the work reports, Rahma knocked on the door and entered with a pudding and a glass of milk. Ibra just glanced at it without asking.

“This I made warm milk, let you sleep well.” Rahma placed one small plate of the pudding and the milk on the table. Then he nodded and turned around without waiting for Ibra's reply.

Ibra herself did not intend to hold back, she did not want to get carried away again. Staring at the snack and a glass of milk alone has made his mind back up.

Ibra grabbed her phone. Looking for one of the messages from Marrisa some time ago. The process of impregnating Rahma. Should it be tonight?

Ibra is a grown man, he also needs a channeling of desire. And in reality now, in her home lived a woman who was lawful for her to touch as well. Ibra closed her eyes. Sooner or later he must indeed touch Rahma intimately. To follow it to get a descendant. His kid.

After completing the work, Ibra intends to meet Rahma. He saw the wall clock. Ten o'clock in nine minutes. Ibra stretched her hands while staring at the dirty dishes and the milk glass. A smile is back.

Ibra decides to go back to sleep with Rahma. In fact, since last night sleeping next to Rahma has a different effect. Ibra regained consciousness in the early hours of the morning, looking at Rahma asleep slightly behind her back. Ibra consciously pulled Rahma to face him. Rahma's innocent and innocent face accompanied her to come back. Now Ibra wanted to stare at that innocent face. At first glance, Rahma also wants her to feel again. I'm going crazy, but she's my wife, too.

As she climbed the stairs, Ibra saw Rahma asleep in the television room in front of her room. Rahma has changed clothes. She was wearing a sweet floral pajama. Ibra praised in her heart. The flowers are scattered, full of twinkle and a source of happiness for every one who looks on.

Slowly, Ibra turned off the television and with full awareness she carried Rahma towards the room. Laying Rahma's body carefully. Looked at his deep face. Ibra joined Rahma. Tilting his body, holding back with his elbow. He wants to look at Rahma's sweet face.

The face of his second wife was natural. He looked like Marrisa, only there were some parts that managed to surpass Marrisa. Peaceful without false makeup. Ibra just kept playing with her heart.

Unknowingly, Ibra brought her face closer. Cheek peek Rahma slowly. Then look at Rahma's tiny lips. At the beginning of the introduction, the lips were very clean to welcome him, now when it was close, it seemed that the lips were able to produce joy because the vocabulary released made Ibra happy. Then, what now is capable of also causing vibration?

Ibra rubbed those lips. He wanted to kiss the lips when the owner realized. Long seduces Rahma with a touch on the face, making Rahma wriggle awake. My eyes were open slowly. Rahma replied with a smile.

“It's ready if tonight we do it?” ask Ibra without further ado. Rahma widened her eyes. Ibra understands if Rahma is surprised. Reasonable.

Without waiting for an answer, Ibra immediately kissed Rahma's lips. Staring back at Rahma's surprised face. This time it widened the eyes. He's not ready yet. Ibra brought her lips back closer, gently pulsing with caution. Enjoy this unification calmly. Ibra begins to realize one thing, Rahma's amateur in welcoming Ibra's touch.

“This is your first kiss?” ibra looked at Rahma confused. It felt different when he had an affair with Marrisa. His wife was so domineering, in contrast to his wife who was now looking at him with a red face that could not be covered.

“You've never kissed before?” Ibra's question made Rahma wrong.

Is it wrong to never kiss?

“Yes, why is this first? Just plain see it.” Rahma turned her face. He felt skinned by Ibra's sharp gaze that scrutinized his face and his entire body. I'm nervous.

“Don't tell me you're still a virgin?”

Rahma grew furious with a question that looked more like a statement. Just do what you want to do! Don't ask too many questions.

“Why ask like that?” ask Rahma back.

Still turning away faces.

Ibra pulled Rahma's face so that they looked at each other. “Amma, I would feel guilty if it were true. Later, your real husband is the most entitled.” Rahma looked at Ibra's eyes. Honesty and sincerity have just been revealed by Ibra.

Rahma promised to resign tonight. He clumsily pulled Ibra's face closer to her, whispering something in Ibra's ear. “You're my husband, Ibra.”

Gayung together, Ibra does not waste time. He had been feeling excited since then and now was the time. Touching Rahma completely, and Rahma resigned with all the touch of Ibra.

Ibra politely touched every inch of her body. Respect this pain with a series of sedative words for Rahma. Ibra knew this was the first for Rahma. Seen from Rahma's body language and the evidence printed there.

“I want to form our child soon,” whispered Ibra softly, still pecking Rahma's cheek. The ringisan had already begun to glow into a foreign smile. Rahma had never experienced this experience before.

“I don't want any coercion while doing it. I want this child born because her parents love her to be present in the world.”

Rahma nodded while shedding tears. She is legally owned by Ibra, her husband. May after this a new life arise, he hoped inwardly.

“I'll love my son. Sorry, your son,” Rahma's voice stammered. There was fear and regret when he said that.

I'm sorry, Rahma. Staring at the silence on Rahma's face made Ibra feel tight. Maybe this is the cruel act that Ibra once did to someone, and he can't do anything.

Ibra kisses Rahma's cheek with soothing intent. That was all Ibra could possibly do, given Rahma's sacrifice for her. Ibra promised to be kind to Rahma, his second wife.

They finished the ritual by keeping silent. In silence, they stared at each other and embraced each other. Forgetting for a moment tomorrow. They are tired and need a break. At least this sense of tightness in the heart can be divided into each other.

“Great sleep, Amma. I will accompany you,” whispered Ibra, without hesitation peeked and tightly hugged Rahma's innocent body.