Tamara's Forced Marriage

Chapter 18

Ziddan tells Tamara to change clothes, he thrusts a spare shirt stored in the small closet of his room. Tamara immediately went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

 

“This morning I have a meeting with my boss, Ra. You can wait here first, or go to the cafeteria. Don't leave the office without me.”

 

“I'm here only. If I went to the cafeteria there would be a lot of your coworkers talking about me. Moreover, you are a respected person of religious knowledge here.”  

 “They already know that I am married.”

 

“Why didn't anyone give you that remark earlier? Surely they think the wife of an ustad as well as the cook director dressed in dirty and shabby clothes, looks like a thug, right? What if I go to the cafeteria? Surely everyone ate me up like their food.” Tamara practiced by moving her forehead and said with a slight tilt of her lips. Exactly like complex mothers who are gossiping. Ziddan laughed loudly seeing the expression painted on Tamara's face.

 

“Bad to think so much with my friend,” replied the man held back his laughter.

 

 

“They were not unwilling to say a word, dear. Instead they were waiting for my arrival to give a speech, but because I did give a code to not come closer first, there was my beautiful wife again ugly.” Ziddan mocked his wife who was sulking.

The woman's lips are getting bigger. Ziddan brought his face closer quickly to Tamara's face. Tamara glared at her husband, seeing that Ziddan was indeed sweet, her husband's lips were red once adding to the man's sweetness. 

 

Tamara this time was feeling her heart pounding, Ziddan's breath was getting fused with her breath. Now he looks wrong. Closing his eyes then pushing Ziddan away.

 

“Don't come near already I said! I give a warning for ustad!”

“Ustad? I am your husband, call me Mas,” said Ziddan softly.

“Hmmm..” Tamara looked away.

“Later I'll have OB send you lunch.” Ziddan retrieves the laptop and the files he will use for the presentation.

“Thank you,” said without seeing Ziddan.

 “Assalamu’alaikum, my wife.” Ziddan pinched his wife's cheek.

 “Wa’alaikumsalam.” Slashing Ziddan's hands.

 

An hour later the OB came to bring him lunch. 

“Excuse me, I was told by Mr. Ziddan to deliver lunch, Ms.” OB enters after Tamara's welcome.

“Iya Sir, thank you very much.”  

 “My name is Tamara, Sir.” With his elegant smile.

 “Good, Mother Tamara. Then I'm sorry. Enjoy.” Tamara nodded. Then open the box that contains food full of vegetables toge. Vegetables that many mothers believe can fertilize the content. Tamara felt there was a code with her food delivery from Ziddan.

“Gado-gado. Okay. But why is the vegetable so full of toge like this? What does it mean?” grunts Tamara upset.

 

The woman got rid of the pile of white topping that irritated her. She was afraid that tonight her husband would collect her rights. It was in his mind that it was not - not just because of that one kind of little vegetable.

 

“Argh, what the hell. Eat just eat, think about it.” Take something else he removed. Because he actually likes all kinds of vegetables.

“But if later I'm fertile how?” mumbling itself.

Clamps..

Suddenly the door opened.

“What if you are fertile. That means we'll have a child soon.” Ziddan. Tamara choked on hearing her husband suddenly come in and say that. He coughed incessantly, Ziddan took a drink and put the glass on Tamara's lips.

 

“You made me choke!” Ziddan held back a laugh despite the guilt.

 “Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you.”

 “Indeed you didn't surprise me, but your words just made me choke.” Finally the man's laughter broke.

 “Why laugh? You were intentionally pranking me, right? Then why have you returned to the room?”

 “It's only a short time, just Coffee break there, but I'm not coming. I want to accompany my beautiful wife.”

 “Then what does your food delivery mean full of these little white creatures?” He grazed using two fingers and showed it to Ziddan.

 “I just ordered potluck. Maybe the canteen mom just has it.”

 “Hmm... Fix you guys agreed.”

 “Serah, but you ate it right?”

 “Forced. Like marrying you,” timpal Tamara with still chewing. Ziddan only chuckled feeling that he could make his wife's cheeks turn red and her lips manyun.

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