SPARE WIFE

Episode 5's

After two weeks of the marriage of Marrisa and Ibra, Marissa's departure plan was indeed asked to be postponed by Ibra, because their togetherness was still fairly short. Ibra is not satisfied to enjoy the intimacy she has always wanted with Marrisa, the woman she calls first love. Marrisa inevitably had to obey her husband's will if you want to get a career freedom soon.

Her second marriage to her husband was postponed. Rahma still inhabits Marrisa's apartment, while Marrisa lives in Ibra's private house.

It turns out that Ibra has a house in Jakarta, no one knows, except the driver and Bi Mirna who has taken care of Ibra from childhood. The house was purchased because Ibra's working time is now centered in Jakarta.

More precisely, to avoid parental supervision. Ibra's parents only knew her son had an apartment in Jakarta.

Bi Mirna was the first to know of the agreement. Considering he needs Bi Mirna's help to accompany Rahma later.

“Darling, in two days I leave for Italy. Come on, pick up Rahma immediately, pity she waited a long time in my apartment.” Ibra remained silent trying not to listen.

“You have promised after marrying Rahma, she will stay here. Just a notice, I'll rent out that apartment.” Marrisa told me while they were enjoying tea in the afternoon. Marrisa already knew enough that seducing the husband with the ability of the bed he had turned out to be very useful.

“Iya, she can stay in guest room.” Ibra actually strongly disagreed with this marriage. But if this concerns his future son, he will not take risks.

“Still, Dear.” Marissa kissed Ibra's lips.

“Why not do baby tube only, Rissa?” Marissa laughed for a moment.

“Rahma also asked like that, Ibra. Look well, I don't want your descendants to be weak. While still able to normal why not? I'm sincere, honey. Besides the risk is known to the public, I have explained, Darling.” Ibra sighed as Marrisa stroked her chest. It is very clever for the wife to relieve her husband's emotions.

“I want to tell Rahma well, pity her live alone.” Ibra frowned. You could say for two weeks Marrisa always slipped a little story about Rahma. Marrisa has asked Rahma to go to the gynecologist. Seeking his own needs.

“If you have any pity why do you want to start this crazy deal with him? Like you said, he's your cousin. If your parents and she know how?” cecar Ibra, still does not believe in the crazy game he will be in.

“The first time I was not close to my cousin, I did not know he had previously done in Bali. Second, no one's family cares about him, his parents are dead, so there's nothing to think about.” Ibra had thought not to be in line with Rahma, but hearing Marrisa's explanation if she had no one, Ibra's heart became filled. After all it was easier to monitor, his mind was a little withered

Poor your cousin, Ris.

“Bi Mirna it always comes with us well, dear?” search Marrisa.

“Yes, if you can take care of my household and needs, I can move Bi Mirna at Mama's house in Lombok.” Ibra teases his wife who can't do anything. It's stupid of you Ibra, to marry a woman like this.

“No, I hate taking care of the house, let alone cook.” Ibra just laughed.

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“Ready, my husband?” marrisa tapped Ibra's arm. The day when Ibra was about to remarry finally came. Marrisa waited in the car while Bi Mirna accompanied the wedding process at the Religious Affairs Office. Because they married without the family's knowledge, their marriage witness was only on the part of a local KUA officer. Moreover, Rahma does not have parents and male relatives, so in this case the official KUA became a judge entitled to be his guardian of marriage.

Actually both Rahma and Marrisa only want to marry legally according to religion, but unexpectedly, Ibra wants to marry legally in the eyes of religion and state law, just as he married Marrisa. Marrisa eventually agreed, and prepared the terms put forward by the local Religious Affairs Office. Rahma herself was made to not believe in Ibra's intentions, but again Marrisa spoke all for the sake of the offspring that Rahma would be born. The status of the child should be clear from birth. Risk is indeed, but Ibra does not want to commit mistakes on prospective offspring. Therefore, he did so carefully without creating any suspicion on the part of the media. Given that Marissa is quite well known to the public.

Ibra stepped out of the car, glancing at the smiling Marrisa in the car. Bi Mirna got out of the other car.

While staring at the direction of the hallway, they were still waiting for the arrival of one more person, Rahma had not yet shown her nose. Ibra looks annoyed, as well as Marrisa who must immediately leave for the airport.

“Sorry, I'm late, I don't memorize the address of KUA here.” Rahma came with a loud breath. Marrisa had told Rahma that Ibra was waiting inside. Ibra threw away her face. I don't know why Ibra wouldn't look at his face. Rahma's face reminded Ibra of Marissa. But he's different.

“Come, quickly I have to take Marrisa to the airport,” Ibra said indifferently to Rahma. After completing the process of kabul ijab and taking care of the letters, Marrisa immediately departed Ibra to the airport, while Bi Mirna accompanied Rahma to return to Ibra's house.

“You go home with Bi Mirna, Ibra wants to take me to the airport, you don't use feelings well, with my husband.” Marissa emphasized her last words. Rahma tried not to care. In the distance he saw the couple returning each other a smile before the car went away. It was ironic that he would be between the two of them for the time allotted.

“Come Mom, same I went home.” Bi Mirna looked polite to Rahma. Rahma is very clumsy called mother. While in the car, Bi Mirna smiled continuously staring at Rahma.

“Mother, what usual breakfast? Let me make it later, call me Bi Mirna. Do not hesitate, I will help Mom take care of everything at the house Mr. Ibra.” Rahma was embarrassed because her new aunt she knew was trying to get along with her.

“Do not call me ‘ibu’, Bi. I'm uncomfortable to hear it, just call me Rahma.” Rahma smiled at Bi Mirna who reminded her of the Holy Mother in the orphanage.

By the way, how's the orphanage, huh? Inner Rahma daydreaming. A little relieved, because the money can already send a little. Marrisa has not given as per the agreement.

Arriving at Ibra's house, Rahma was surprised by how magnificent and luxurious the husband's house was. Rahma just laughed hearing her inner voice say ‘suami’.

Rahma slept in the upstairs room, in the guest room. On the first floor there was only one large room belonging to Ibra and Marissa. It's not a problem for Rahma. This is more than enough, the bathroom is now even bigger than his house. Regarding the fate of his house, Rahma rents his parents' house for one year. Hopefully everything goes according to plan. Married, gave birth, then returned to life with the orphanage.

While continuing to check the room he will occupy until the appointed time, Rahma opened the balcony door in her room, a special balcony overlooking the swimming pool garden. Perhaps it will be his favorite place during Rahma's time in that house.

Rahma laughed mockingly, mocking herself, this recklessness was already unstoppable. This place will be a witness to her selling her most expensive self-esteem to a man, selling her rights and obligations as a mother who is willing to give her baby to other women.

“Sinting you Rahma.” Rahma patted her face slowly. She had reason to accept this, maybe her little heart did want a marriage? No, Rahma shook her head, she wanted her late father's dream to be achieved. Moreover, the orphanage was already like a home to him. He found a family of one fate there.

But Rahma is a different mother, she had even planned before this baby existed, even made it Rahma did not know when. Whether he succeeds or not, he doesn't know either.

What kind of mother are you, Rahma. But this is for the sake of the orphanage, Rahma believes that only the purpose of her life is lost. He is not interested in a relationship, although never, but until this moment nothing can arouse his spirit to establish love.

But your husband seems interesting?

Rahma immediately shook her head, she was daydreaming for too long.

“Spirit Rahma!” said itself. What happens next, face it.

Rahma reached into her cell phone in a clothes bag. He had been thinking about the Holy Mother. At least there is still a useful side to him at this time. Rahma comforts herself.

“Mother, how are you? How is the condition of the roof of the home? Is it starting to get repaired? Mercifully. Has another building renovation been done? Yes, pray for Rahma too, Mom. Rahma's job here is quite comfortable. Boss Rahma is good, social, so it is easy to get money to help the home,” Rahma did lie to the Holy Mother about the money given by Rahma. Considering the number is not small.

“Salam sama all families in the orphanage, Ma'am, Rahma kangen.” Rahma smiled at the Holy Mother's words. Today he can enjoy with relief.

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It's been a week that Rahma has been imprisoned in Ibra's house. Since the last meeting with Ibra in KUA, Ibra did not stay at the house again. Bi Mirna said her employer would rarely return home if she was busy. But Rahma thinks that Ibra is avoiding her. Isn't this house he bought to ease his work time? Rahma asked Bi Mirna a little, they also just occupied this house because they did not live in the capital before.

Rahma once again did not want to bother. If it's not time for what to mess around? Suppose the goddess of luck is on her side. After all, living in this house did not make him suffer. Ibra doesn't forget it, Rahma knows it.

Bi Mirna always accompanied him. Rahma filled the time by channeling her cooking hobby with Bi Mirna. The old lady also helped.

He is free to be creative with cooking and baking, even Bi Mirna tells him what food and drinks Ibra likes. For a week Rahma felt like a flash lesson to get to know the personality of Ibra, her husband. Hearing from the story of Bi Mirna, Ibra looks very loving Marrisa.

No wonder. Which man would willingly accept the wife's depraved offer as it is today, if not based on love. Blind love, to be exact.

Remembering it, Rahma became humiliated on her own. You partake of Rahma in that depraved covenant, Rahma's heart always reminds.

That afternoon Rahma was making chocolate brownies recipe from the Sarha family, Bi Mirna told that her mother-in-law hobby of adventuring in the kitchen, brownies is one of Nadira Sarha's most favorite creation.

“What are you doing?” Degh's!

That sound? Rahma turned her head and looked at the man who married her a week ago. His face looks tangled, tie is messy, work clothes that have come out are not neat, hair was disheveled like not perfectly combed. Fine hairs began to grow on his cheeks.

Very attractive and dashing appearance in Rahma's eyes.

What did he do this week to make him as unkempt as he is now?

“Hey, didn't you hear me talk? What are you doing and where is Bi Mirna? Please make me warm tea!” ketus Ibra because it is only answered with Rahma's daydream. Not to mention the way Rahma looked at her.

“Sorry, Bi Mirna went to the supermarket for monthly shopping, I was making brownies accidentally see the recipe book in the kitchen,” replied Rahma slowly. This is the first time they have communicated. Rahma tried to calm down.

“Indeed you can make it?” ejek Ibra's.

Rahma raised her eyebrows. “Why can't you? This has a recipe and we just follow the instructions,” replied Rahma lightly.

“But the recipe belongs to my mother, many follow according to the recipe but not as similar as my mother's,” stressed Ibra.

This is why judes. Rahma clucked in her heart.

“Tasteful problems or not depend on the intention that makes, if he makes with affection there must be positive energy from the results of his creation.” Rahma did not want to lose. Ibra just looked on with a sigh.

“Serah, I want to take a shower first,” ketus Ibra once again. To be honest he was confused as to what kind of conversation Rahma would like to have. Rahma's pretty face outwits her brain.

Who is it? Ngeselin!

“Please make me a warm tea,” Ibra command tightly while walking away from the room. Ibra keeps remembering Marrisa and misses her even more when she sees Rahma.

You're a man of judes. Rahma regretted having been fascinated for a moment with the appearance of Ibra's uran.

Lucky when Ibra was in the shower, Bi Mirna came. Rahma tells Bi Mirna that Ibra wants to make tea. He immediately went upstairs, feeling his presence bothering Ibra. Rahma did not want Ibra to be uncomfortable in her own home because of her.

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