Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Why is it so shaped?

After breakfast and briefly chatting with the family, Dara and Alif immediately moved to their house which is only a few meters away from the house of Abah and Uminya.

“Lah, this isn't Vita's home just yet?” ask Dara when the car stops. He did deliver Vita here— and this is where they got acquainted. At that time, Dara found Vita while being destroyed because her newly married husband had decided to marry again for several months.

Alif replied, “This is my home. They just borrowed it for a while.”

“Oh, my goodness. Turns!” he's a little jerking. “Because in that polygamy, yes?”

Alif nodded. He first took his things down and put them in the house for them to finish.

“My fate turned out not so far from Vita. But the difference is I choose to change husband instead of eating liver every day,” said Dara very irritated.

“Whatever you are, Lif. I don't want to share birds with anyone else. Nausea akuh.”

“Kinikan keep your ex,” said Alif sound sewot.

“Didih, there is a jealous equal my past,” Dara sneered. He helped Alif put his things inside. Of course, taking the lightest items because Alif diverted his hand from heavy objects.

“Which room, Alif?”

“Under course I was lazy up and down stairs.”

Dara saw one by one the room in there. Starting from the middle room, the main room, bathroom, kitchen, then a small garden located behind the house that can be used to dry clothes.

“Above what?” tanya Dara was very curious. He likes to travel to new places. “I like his house, Lif. Cute, adem saw.”

Not long ago, Alif answered his wife's question just now, “TV room, sports venue is both two rooms. There is one more room ART room if indeed you need later.”

Suddenly Dara stopped her steps when she heard Alif's words just now, “Don't use ART, ah. I'm afraid you're tempted to be tarnished for a long time.”

“Internally!” sumpul Alif not accepted.

“But many tablets, in the novels the employer falls in love with the nanny of his children, or his household assistant.”

“Most hammered you, Ra.”

“Alif ..” Dara hugged Alif from behind and pressed her face there. “Alif ...”

“It must be this way because it wants,” Alif suspects.

“I'm tired, Lif. You have to take the responsibility.”

“I'm responsible, I've married, I've given you a nice place to live. Less yet?”

“Take me massage place, my body aches.”

“Who will massage you? Male or female?” ask Alif immediately.

“Yes look for the female, that's right! I'm looking for a male masseuse. Know so mah mending you only. Do you want?”

“Later tonight can.”

“Why should it be night?” ask Dara not to. “I want it now is it okay?”

“Still many people. Later they can think we are doing ..” but the speech stops because when they turn, they turn, they found Umi Ros and Vita into the house by bringing furniture that is not yet available in this house. Those who were shocked immediately distanced their respective bodies.

Saying greetings, Vita immediately said with a bit of mockery, “Yes, new mantens, affectionate continues! Scared to go, huh, Dar? His life in peyuk-peyuk teyus.”

“Still hot, Son,” Umi memahuti and make Dara's face suddenly reddened. Unlike Alif who looks ordinary.

“What are you carrying this for? Like want to war.” Alif saw Vita put sutil, sorok, a rather large skillet, teflon, cobek and his yoke. Even with Umi who also brought a washcloth, mop tool, broomstick and also floor broom. Not to mention other items brought by the security of their homes.

“You will definitely need it later, rather than buy outside,” Umi Ros replied. “Umi have a lot so just use the existing.”

“Iya, Lif. The virgin likes to cook now. So need this at will,” said Vita while showing a strange-shaped uleckan that makes Alif suddenly ask again.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” dara asked inexhaustibly. “All bend the shape must be like this should be how?”

“Males are not used to cooking, so do not understand the same things of women's war, ” Umi said as he passed to the kitchen to store it there. “Do you need help cleaning the house? Later Umi ask for help with Aunty, yes.”

“Bby, Umi. Coincidentally Dara is still tired pisan.”

Umi smiled meaningfully, no matter what she was thinking. “Do you need ART to help Dara at home? Later Umi can help find.”

“If it doesn't seem like it yet, Mi. Dara can still be alone.”

“Ya already, multiply breaks, just lock the room so as not to be disturbed by the same maling.”

Although embarrassed, but Dara's head nodded as if agreeing that Uminya's words are true that now there is always a big thief that bothers him every sleep.

And a few minutes later, after Umi Ros returned to her own home. Auntie came to help clean up some of her things to keep where they should be.

While Vita was still there to accompany her to make her clothes.

“Already, Ta. I can clean it up myself. I'm horrified to see you move so much. Later I can be scolded by my sister-in-law,” said Dara worried to see Vita. Even though she's a tough woman, that doesn't mean she has to keep moving, does it? Pregnant women should definitely have more time to rest, she thought.

“Mas Yudha? Scolding people?” said Vita pause for a moment, “no, Dara. He is a soft man if the same woman.”

“Eh so, yes?” dara said in response.

“Yes, the proof was that he did not want to be killed. Now they're even good friends. Me too.”

“Serious, you, Ta?” ask Dara curiously. “You're best friends with the woman who destroyed you? I am mah say no! I'm so lazy with him. Just look at his face ogah,” firmly sounds very irritated.

“Yes, how else? Being angry for a long time can also be tired. Forget it, Mas Yudha is the same as me. We have a lot of kids now. All his assets are mine. He won't dare to mess around.”

“Are you not jealous?”

“For what jealousy? She also has a husband again.”

“Rahma is married again?”

“Have two children instead. He was also surprised when he saw that my son already wanted four,” Vita laughed after saying so.

“Eh, how is her husband any better looking than Sister-in-law?”

“Emmm,” Vita moves her eyeballs upwards indicating that she is thinking for a moment. “Lumayan. But I think more handsome Mas Yudha, anyway.”

Dara rolled her eyes lazy, actually—as bad whatever the appearance of a husband will definitely remain loved and adored by his own wife. Her name is also bucin girl. Mr. Ro jikin can only be called Park Jimin.

But lucky for them because their husband can say good. It is not embarrassing to go to the show.

A few tens of minutes later, after they were satisfied chatting, Vita said goodbye to go home. Presumably his phone also keeps ringing—it seems like he is indeed being needed. Stay Dara alone because Alif has also gone out of nowhere.

But Dara was tired so decided to lay down on the bed. Mumpung there are no rancid humans who bother him, Dara thought so.

But what happened?

He was precisely disturbed by the fragrant perfume that was attached to this bed. She was no stranger to the smell that was very similar to the masculine fragrance that stuck to her bridal dress some time ago.

“Alif?” murmured with all presumptions. He was really afraid that if the guess was true. Not fearing her husband—but fearing myself; fear of not being able to deal with this well which is the end ....

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To be continued.