Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Don't Demand Too Much

Chandra growled in annoyance at getting an answer sounding so paltry. Suddenly he felt so petty by a wife he chose. Yes, of course so after Dara said she would sue him.

‘Why go wrong like this Yes, Lord.’ Chandra grabbed his own head because he couldn't possibly grab his wife's head. ‘God? Is it still worth mentioning Your name after everything I did?’

“Why is it still there, Mas? Said you want to buy food?” tanya Indira saw her husband still standing on the spot.

“I just got home from work. I'm tired. It's not like it's a welcome you have to give in front of your husband, Dira.”

“So what should I be like?” ask Indira to respond. “You were forced too, I still can't cook. Don't overdo it, yeah, Mom. Just because of food problems you are immediately angry. You should not have to question it—it's an easy problem, a lot of stalls outside that you can choose. Don't sue women too much, man! No one is perfect, let alone a woman like me. If you keep going, then all your marriages will never last long. Bothered,” is clearly Indira with a long description that makes Chandra feel stuck.

Indira thought, the salary of a factory slacker was as big as he said. He only found out after marriage, that Chandra was just a man who had mediocre material. And he regretted giving up his friendship on Chandra.

Although tired, Chandra stayed out of the house to buy some food. And to save his recent expenses quite extravagant, Chandra finally bought raw vegetables for him to cook himself.

After returning, Indira only helped what he thought was easiest, it was full of complaints because he never did anything trivial like this.

It should be made clear, Indira was a former Chandra before she came into contact with Dara. They were met at a High School reunion event in one of the buildings, more precisely at the time Chandra was destroyed by the destruction of his household with Dara. Somehow it was hard to believe because of that dark night.

The brief chat with Indira continued to the next meetings. And knowing Indira was still alone made him not want to think long. Being with him is not a problem, he thought. But who would have thought that Chandra was tempted by the flashing eyes of Indira when staying overnight at his home. Unexpectedly, a few weeks later she got bad news that led to them getting married under the hand.

Though, Chandra was so afraid of losing Dara in his life—but what? He even ruined it himself.

Now the rice has become porridge. Any defense that will be thrown from his mouth will no longer be of any use. Not even prostrating will be able to restore the fact that he is not a saint anymore. Her seed has grown and she must take responsibility for what she does.

“I am a fool. Stupid,” Chandra murmured when the nights were alone. But deep down he still had great hope. “You love me so much. Wherever you live, you will return. I'm sure you're confused out there and will still need me someday."

He had already blocked his card, with that belief he was holding on. "Call me, Ra. I'll pick you up.”

***

Dara read the message she received from her sister a few minutes ago.

Razka: Ma'am, he said he wanted to come here, but until now has not arrived. Waiting for Mom, Mom.

Dara immediately sent a reply.

Dara: Yes, go there. Patience, yes.

He walked a little hastily down, saying goodbye to Alif who he believed had forgotten his agenda today.

Up below, the house is still in a quiet state. Not wrong again, Alif must still be wrapped in his blanket because there have been no signs that the creature has been awakened.

“Alif, izh. It's noon, still not awake yet!” his gerrick. Dara is worried about saying goodbye or not. Because if not, surely Alif will blame him who left without saying goodbye. But if you say goodbye, you will definitely spend even longer to wake her up. Razka and Mom are waiting.

“Lif, wake, Lif.” Dara knocked on the door. “Lif, wake up!” back on tapping it up a few times, but still no answer.

Impatient and angry, Dara finally turned the door knob. And a habit, Alif is rarely locked his room unless he is traveling far, for example going out of town.

Going inside, Dara approached Alif who seemed to be still very sound. “Lif is noon, loh. What time do you want to wake up?” he patted her shoulder slowly.

“Do not disturb me, I just slept at five,” he replied half muttered.

“Where to go home at five?”

“There are friends coming from far away, I can't leave.”

“Inadvertently,” replied Alif smiling cunningly still with closed eyes.

“Cheat!” Dara threesome.

“Where to?” alif asked then after he opened his eyes slightly. Then bring her body closer to be able to reach Dara's body which smelled a soft soothing aroma.

“You go home Daddy. You must have forgotten. I told you last night.”

Dara's words made Alif suddenly open his eyes wider. The sleepiness seemed to disappear immediately hearing Dara mention her father. “ ... but sorry I can't take you.”

Frowning, Dara again asked, “Keep our plan how? You have to meet with Dad to clear up your misunderstandings.”

“But not for now.”

“Lantas when? Said we were getting married?” Dara's taking the appointment.

“Solve your business first, before I come home. The problem will be more complicated if I come among you because it could be me who is considered the enemy,” even though in reality it is, Inner Alif continued. “Or can you not wait to marry me? Or ...” his god with a meaningful gaze.

“What do you think?” sentak Dara saw a strange expression on the look on Alif's face.

“It could have been.” Alif put his face closer. “If I am yes,” she is straightforward. Since one night, Alif has never been able to sleep without thinking about it. The most beautiful sin, that is what he will always remember.

“Do not pervert, Alif,” said Dara menoyor Alif's head even though he actually was; curious, what the hell is it like to be together? If Alif knew that Dara once dreamed of it with him. That sounds pretty embarrassing indeed.

Dara shook her head, completing the horrible-sounding conversation. “Already, I want to go.” He's looking for his sandals to get out.

“If you want to use a car, wear it!” alif followed behind him.

“How do you want?” Dara.

“Easy,” Alif do not take a headache. “Don't ever tell me you're staying with me,” the message while holding out the key.

“This is what confused me.” Dara is not good at making up stories. He couldn't imagine if his mother or father didn't believe his own words.

“You can definitely explain it later,” said Alif believes that Dara can do it. “Gulf,” he said again while stretching out his hands.

“Alif, you are nothing, sih.” Dara smiled funny because Alif looked like a child who would be left behind by his mother.

“Quick,” Alif bluffing impatiently.

“Ask well,” Dara said.

“Hug me, please,” Alif said more politely.

Dara approached and poured into his arms. After feeling enough, Dara broke away. But a little later they hugged again, and so on while laughing.

The world is like theirs both.

***

To be continued.

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