SPARE WIFE

Episode 4

Jakarta's weather was very clear this afternoon. As bright as the face of Ibra who will soon meet the idol of his heart, Marrisa. The woman he claims to be his true love without ever matching each other. Ibra was crazy about Marissa. Ibra is obsessed with Marissa accepting her love.

“Hai, my love. How about Bali? Busy, yeah?” Ibra's smile greeted Marrisa.

“Iya, the show is crowded and successful, I got an offer to Italy.” Ibra was silent.

“Hmm ... Ibra, about your proposal? I received.” Ibra smiled broadly.

“But there are terms?” cut Marrisa directly.

“I don't want to adopt a child, Marrisaaa..!” Ibra also cuts out Marrisa's explanation.

“Listen first!” For a moment Marrisa sighed.

“Ibra I have a condition that you marry me. I do not want to get pregnant, I still want to continue my career first, because now is the right time to fight to pursue my dreams. But don't be disappointed! I have a solution you might consider. You're supposed to get married as soon as your family wants your descendants, right? I invite you to have a baby with another woman. On one condition, I chose that woman. And the good news is, I already have a candidate for you. She's my cousin whose face looks like mine.”

Ibra looks shocked. What is Marissa talking about? Ibra was silent for a moment, digesting the meaning of Marrisa's words.

“Let me be clear.” Marrisa patiently explained the desperate idea she had agreed with Rahma.

Ibra listen.

“Then you want her pregnant, as if the child is the fruit of our love?” Marrisa nodded making Ibra more surprised, not to mention the explanation of Marrisa's normal pregnancy process.

“You just calm down. Until she's pregnant, I'll be overseas finishing my work. After she gave birth, the agreement with her is complete.” Ibra shook her head.

“You are crazy! So, as long as she's pregnant, where will she be? You're not gonna leave him alone, are you? For God's sake, Ris, there's my son in there later,” Ibra lamented. He himself was silent because he had thought far away. It's a crazy and ridiculous idea.

“He will be in my apartment. You take it easy, she is an independent woman, if you want to invite her to stay at your house I do not matter as long as it is not caught by people,” answered Marrisa relaxed without problems and burdens.

Ibra thought for a moment, this is a very dangerous bold move, but he was able to get Marrisa as his wife.

“Alright, if you want to marry me.” Marrisa's face was relieved to hear it.

“But one thing is the request that we must follow. She wants ... You also married her as your second wife.”

Ibra's eyes widened in shock. “What?”

Marrisa smiled lightly and nodded. The prediction of Ibra's reaction is already to be guessed.

“You're crazy. You wanna play me? I love you, Marrisa. Accepting an offer to get pregnant with someone else alone really drives me crazy, let alone have a wife of two.” Ibra looks angry.

“It was just an agreement, she didn't want to be like fornicating with getting pregnant out of wedlock. Besides, wouldn't it be better to relate in a clear status? Ibra I know you. You take it easy, our husband and wife relationship will not be disturbed. After giving birth, she promised to leave everything.” For the first time Marrisa embraced Ibra which turned out to affect Ibra. The man looked deceived by Marrisa. “My sister needs money and we need her help which not necessarily everyone wants to accept. He gave us a prospective descendant and we gave him a reward.”

“Alright, I agree. As soon as we get married, I'll marry that strange woman,” ketus Ibra. It's a crazy game, inner Ibra, not expecting Marrisa's request.

“Hey, he's my cousin.”

Ibra's face was confused. Finally Marrisa recounted the preparation of meeting with both families. Marrisa wanted to get married soon because she would accept the contract in Italy, and Ibra easily agreed.

“Promise to be my wife?” sure Ibra once again.

Marissa nodded. Spoiled on his arm, hoping Ibra had no problem with his terms.

“We tell family, well?” bring Marrisa.

Ibra smiled happily. His dream will be fulfilled.

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The wedding day arrived. It seems that two families come closer together because their children fall in love and are united in domestic ties, they thought. The Sarha family and the Ramana family further strengthen their business relationship with each other.

Such a magnificent and crowded event with invited guests. Ibra was very happy with Marissa Claudya Ramana. Every eye that looks will be greatly amazed, even envious to see them as kings and queens of the night.

In the corner of the room was seen the woman who was staring intensely at the couple. With a branched mind, the woman still did not expect the crazy idea of the two brides who hired herself to give birth to a child.

The show is over. While Ibra and Marrisa were sitting at the portable table, Marrisa saw Rahma from a distance, and waved to get closer to them. With a pounding heart, Rahma approached the two brides.

Rahma looked beautiful wearing a knee-black dress. He's very simple. But not a few eyes of an amazed man looked at him. Truly Rahma has its own effect on the beholder.

The aura of her beauty is natural.

“Rahma, here I introduce to my husband,” Marissa's remarks are understood by Ibra. He already knew who Rahma was through Marrisa's previous explanations. Ibra turned his head for a moment, he judged how similar this woman was to his wife. It's just that Rahma's face looks younger.

With a shorter and fuller body, Rahma does look fresher when compared to the skinny Marrisa. Rahma's beauty is more natural, Ibra realized that even though only a glance at her.

“This is Rahma's cousin I told you, her face looks like mine, right, honey?” Ibra. She is his second wife.

“I Rahma.”

Ibra just nodded without making a sound. “Hmm.”

Hid. What the fuck does this guy think I'm an alien? The feeling I was wearing a normal dress, neutral black, Rahma grumbled in her heart.

“Honey, I want to meet my friend first there.” Ibra kissed Marrisa's lips at a glance, then left without saying goodbye to Rahma. Marrisa knew Ibra's behavior towards Rahma because Ibra was actually not as intent on the crazy idea. Not to mention when he explained the amount of money Rahma asked for. Ibra's assessment of Rahma was increasingly negative.

“Sorry, Ibra still can't accept that agreement. He is still hesitant to polygamy.”

Rahma sighed and nodded. Thank God there is still normal, people, because I think this is not normal.

“Nothing, I won't take heart, it's none of my business either.” Actually there is a sense of disappointment in Rahma's heart, this is her pride that she sells easily.

Once again he thought this was for the sake of the orphanage, in his current brain it was more important to help the orphanage whatever the way, and this was what he had to accept from all this madness.

“This week I'm practically on my honeymoon with Ibra. You're in my apartment preparing yourself, Dad! Later his marriage in KUA,” Marrisa whispered softly. Rahma just nodded. Marrisa could have talked about this on her happy day.

While Ibra was staring resentfully from afar at the two women who looked like her sister.

This is crazy, you are crazy Abraham Sarha!!!

The event was over, and it was confirmed the bride had been in the room. They have cleaned themselves. Ibra looked fascinated looking at the wife who was wearing white lingerie and very sexy in her eyes. Ibra is very happy, finally she can have Marrisa completely.

“Wait for my husband, there is one thing you need to know about me.” Ibra stopped kissing Marrisa's face.

“You know, what model association is?” Ibra.

“Thank me for what it is, right?” ask Marissa again.

“You are not the first Ibra,” explained Marrisa slowly.

Ibra shook her head, she was lazy to speak again.

“Listen, tonight you're mine and forget the others! I accept you as you are.” Marrisa was still down, she had yet to explain to Ibra.

“I no longer...”

Ibra closed Marrisa's lips. Giving a sweet smile to his wife. “I respect your honesty. Already, now forget and enjoy tonight, my wife.”

Marrisa was relieved, Ibra was indeed a man who could always understand her. He promised tonight he'd please Ibra completely.

“But, next week you promise to marry Rahma, right?” Marrisa interrupts in the midst of the ongoing romance.

“Sstt .. don't talk about anything else. Today belongs to both of us,” whispered Ibra parau.

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