Tamara's Forced Marriage
Chapter 32
Tomorrow Day.
It was the same last night. Nothing happened to the couple. Sleep is still limited as the distance between the two in bed.
Tamara would have given her husband the right if he had asked. But looking at Ziddan's legs and body that were still slightly left wound became unpleasant to say.
“Later he thought I was asking,” his grunts suddenly who was still in the activity of cooking breakfast.
“Ngebet what?” ask Ziddan wonder. She's been at the dinner table since Tamara started cooking. The woman also knew of Ziddan's whereabouts. But he did not expect his chatter would be heard Ziddan.
“Kok danger?”
“Have ears.”
“Nguping yes?”
“Nguping how, your people are hard talking about.”
“Coach?” Glances suspiciously.
“Hooh,” replied Ziddan casually as he sipped a drink at the lip tip of an antique mug patterned in flowers.
“What are you doing, baby?”
“It wasn't me.”
“Then?”
“You're kan.”
“Hahaha... I'm cured, this is my last medicine. So tonight you're ready?”
The question is like shutting his mouth. He could neither accept nor refuse. It's not Reza's problem. But his innocence who does not know the affairs of the bed. What if she is wrong in serving her husband. And what if his mentality is not ready.
Tamara breathed a long sigh this time. One more time increased in length. Trying to shake the mind looking for a theory about it.
Undeniable. She already loved Ziddan so she was ready to do whatever her husband asked. It's just that his love feelings are still under prestige.
Prestigious and ashamed. He swallowed the saliva that he had spit out first when he was married to Ziddan.
‘It will never happen, Ziddan can replace Reza in his heart’
The words that always lie in his head. One sentence that makes himself in a sense of prestige.
“Hei.. Dear. You daydream what the hell. That's your cooking gosong.”
“Astagfirullah..”
Tamara was surprised to see her omlet now looks exactly like ‘brownies’. He immediately turned off the stove.
“Why are you, honey? Think again what? Try story.”
“No one is. Mind your talk, Mas.”
“Till the whole thing. Ready yourself, do not think about it later horrified,” said Ziddan who continued to tease until he saw the woman's cheeks flushed like tomatoes.
Tamara did not dare to look at Ziddan who was laughing at her. Though if the man is laughing his good looks appear combined sweet face.
Before long the doorbell rang from the main door. He thought it was his best friend coming. Apparently not. Busy was the door by Ziddan who seemed to have been able to walk alone firmly.
“Who, Mas? Meli ya?” scream from the kitchen.
“Package,” replied Ziddan walking towards the woman.
“Who ordered?”
“I ordered two days ago.”
“Oh yasudah.”
“But, for you,” fast when in front of Tamara.
“Forku?”
“Open aja.”
Quickly Tamara opened the cardboard wrapped in the bubble wrap. He read it on paper on the last wrap.
‘Buwn later malem dipake yes.’
Her curiosity peaked, what clothes her husband bought. Once he was shocked to see the contents. The clothes he did not buy when he was at the mall were sent home. There are also some evening service clothes to serve the husband.
“Still, Mas.” Tamara hugged Ziddan.
“Sama-sama, dear. You like?”
“Iya. I've wanted to have it for a long time. But why are there sexy clothes also that are not my choice?”
“That's a gift from me.”
“What gift code?”
“Both.”
The atmosphere in the kitchen has become warmer since the arrival of the package carrier courier. Tamara finished her breakfast. Then Ziddan went to his study. There was a meeting through the network this morning, because he hasn't been able to get into work. Tomorrow is the day of work.
The kitchen is clean again. Not forgetting every room he cleaned too. He was embarrassed to look dirty and dirty. Because of Ziddan, a man who is very clean and neat. It did not feel like the time he used to clean up had taken half a day. Then he quickly went to take a shower, his turn now to clean his body.
Tamara's bathing ritual is indeed very long. Yes, that's how women are. Many of these soaps are used in the same place. To the extent that the loud sound of bells, door knocks, and windows like in the police racket did not hear Ziddan either.
Meli came with a small bag to store the drink. He'll hideously put it in the kitchen fridge.
Because it felt so long, with forced Meli to sneak in, calling the names of the two alternately.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” he said sounding his greetings.
“This is the sound of the horn cake. Why is no one horrifying. Hello... Where are ya?” his screams were only stopped in the living room.
Meli undoes her intention to go deeper into the magnificent house. He then sat on a long orange sofa. A few minutes later Tamara appeared from behind the door of her room.
“Meli...” his screams ran up to Meli.
“For so long Lo open the door. Angry me. I was thinking of going back to the hotel again.”
“I just took a shower, Mel. nih wet right,” he said wagging his wet hair.
“Aduh afternoon shampooing. How many times do you admit it in a day,” ledeknya.
“Apaan sih Mel's. I've never been. Oath.”
“Why dear? You still don't want to find Lo's husband? You still think about Reza? I didn't think about that guy. You focus happy just the same Ziddan, past life Lo.”
“It used to be so, Mel. Now God willing I have received Ziddan.”
“Means later Lo malem can be made the first night Lo delayed first.”
“Hem.. I hope my mentality is ready.”
“Nikmatin aja, Ra. Lo tu lucky dapet Ziddan, try if Lo dapetnya bokap temen Lo it. How?”
“Gor again, Mel. Stop by the most.”
Meli chuckles.
“Eh I'm kebelet. Can you pee, right?”
“So there. Public toilets are on the kitchen deck.”
“Oke.”
Meli brought her bag containing the herb when she went to toliet. Meli quickly put the powerful herbs in the refrigerator. He has manipulated his bottle container with a famous yellow drink brand. Incidentally the bottle is not transparent so it will not look original or not.
“The plan runs smoothly. Yesss. Just wait for them to drink it.”
Meli returned to the living room and continued her chat with Tamara. Ziddan came along shortly. Everything seemed to be joking. Sometimes they laugh. Not knowing what was being talked about, everything was random. Meli is indeed the hilarious person so naturally everyone quickly gets along with her.
“Gue says yes, Ra.”
Meli greeted her best friend and hugged her tightly and kissed her cheeks.
“Still Yes Mel. Come by again sometime.”
“Iya both. Another time I stopped by, if Lo is already pregnant,” Meli ledek again.
“Ustad Ziddan, I say goodbye. Titip my best friend, yes. Later malem please in arahin ya.” Meli is back to teasing Ziddan. Then he swung his swift pace immediately leaving them.
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