Tamara's Forced Marriage

Chapter 29

Bruck..

“Ra... is finished yet dear?” The sweet man who was enduring the pain in several parts of his body forced himself to walk up to his wife because it was felt that he had not returned for a long time. Her knees were too tight to hit the room divider. That's the door to the other room where Tamara is.

 

The blind end of a woman still glued to the trash can instantly turned to the voice of the person at the door.

“I-ya Mas, soon.”

Tamara came out of the room. He saw a man whose status was her husband was moaning in pain holding the knee that had hit a hard object.

“Why force make the road anyway, so more pain right. Tuh see his knee bleeding again, but it was dry,” Tamara scolding while helping Ziddan stand and bring him into the room where he will move.

“I'm worried you're why-why inside. I've been waiting a long time.”

“Iya, I was daydreaming because I saw something.”

“What item?”

“Nothing,” serobotnya fast.

“Memories from Reza huh?”

“Ah. I already threw it away.”

“So it's right from Reza?”

Tamara did not answer her husband's question. He ignored her by playing his eyebrows and his lips were waved. Then continue his activities beberes room Ziddan.

 

Half an hour passed. Ziddan's room has been conjured into a typical married couple's room. Their clothes are fused in the same place, which is a very large cupboard in the middle of the room in order with his bed.

 

Unfortunately Ziddan fell asleep when his wife finished. Tamara slowly joined the spacious bed. She still limited the distance between herself and her husband by bolting.

“Alhamdulillah.. finally done,” blurted eyes lying next to her adorable husband.

Sometimes Tamara peeked by moving her eyeballs slowly towards the slightly circular body on the bed.

 

There is something that makes the angle of the net does not want to switch from the object in view at this time.

“It turns out you if you sleep still like sugar.”

“Manic,” added again.

Tamara closed slowly with her eyes still swollen.

 

***

 

The Next Day.

 

 

He was about to wake Tamara, but could not bear to see her fatigue clearly painted on the face he was carrying sleeping.

Her hands could not help but want to rub Tamara's delicate cheeks.

“Ra, you are indeed a very beautiful angel in my world.”

His face was getting closer to the woman. He was amazed by the beauty of his wife. At the moment her face and Tamara's face are just a little baby away. Real close.

Ziddan's warm breath was felt by Tamara suddenly. He was shocked and opened his eyes.

It turned out that Ziddan was right in front of him by putting on his sweetest smile for all the times. But either he did not want to move a bit. Something was holding him back. That feeling of love that is beginning to grow may be the cause.

“Mas...” said slowly.

“Ya..”

“You why look at me this close.”

“Can't be?”

“Not so.”

“Means can, right?”

Tamara fell silent, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“I want to kiss you first on your cheek. Can?”

His eyes are now wide. Adding to her looks like a Barbie doll and makes Ziddan very anxious.

Ziddan is getting closer. Now without distance. His two muscular hands held Tamara's face gently. He kissed his wife's cheek full of affection. The feeling that for many years he had been silent now finally can be conveyed with sweetness. A little while ago the man kissed his wife.

“I love you so much,” whispered Ziddan.

“Aaa-ku... I-I, Me too, Mas,” Tamara said nervously.

“Thank you.”

The two bridal couples who can be said ‘baru’ dissolve in the arms with the cold of morning dew.

“Mas, sorry you can take off your hug for a while,” the door was careful.

“What's up?”

“I haven't prayed dawn.”

Ziddan spring released his tight hug which actually made him opiate.

 

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