Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Marrying Me for Revenge

Dara immediately wiped her tears as their conversation was almost over. But not in the nursery, but in a cafe located on the ground floor. Dara felt that Razka did not need to listen to their sensitive talk, because they did not want bad things to happen. Dara is very well aware of the nature of her sister who is easily ignited by emotions. Understandably, Razka is still young blood who has not been too able to control themselves.

“Do not think, Nduk. Everything has happened and I have also apologized on behalf of my father to your husband,” he said as he reached out a tissue. "Mother apologized to Dara for hiding it. That time ... I forbid Mom to say it out of fear of your marriage to Chandra being annulled."

'It's also void, isn't it, Mom? How could you hide all this from me. If only you had known, that the impact of this abomination got me in per-kosa. Even I am also afraid now Alif is still vengeful and wants to avenge my actions by marrying me.’

“Nduk ...,” call Mom once again makes Dara finally want to look at her. “Don't think about things later you even become stressed, not good for your growing fetus.” while gently rubbing his daughter's stomach.

“Pardon your Father's mistake, yes. Maybe at that time your father was so upset that he was angry too much."

Dara nodded.

"Wash your face first, gih. We will return to the top.”

Dara stood up and looked for the sink, then returned when her face looked fresher. But what did Dara meet at her desk when she came back? Dara finds Chandra there talking to her mother.

“Mother with Dara, her son,” Appoint Mother Ratna to her own daughter. So that makes Dara a little forced smile.

“What's up here, Ra?” chandra asked with a big smile as if nothing had ever happened between them.

'Cheh, turn you over here. The wall's face.'

“From checking content,” Dara replied.

“You pregnant?” chandra said sounding shocked mixed with disappointment. “Are you married?”

“Already,” replied Dara indifferently.

“When to marry her?” ask Chandra again. “Not that you should still be in a state of idah?”

“If you are salaried should understand why I missed my idah,” replied Dara who again sounded short and seemed lazy to answer his question. “We're back upstairs, Bu.”

Although Ratna's mother was a bit wondering about her daughter's words just now, but she decided not to know more. Because he did not want to burden his head again with a number of problems. Dara is divorced from Chandra, already happy because she can get a better husband and will have a baby. Yeah, that's enough!

“Honey, what do you want to order?” ask a woman who is ordering food in front of the storefront. Somehow Dara and her mother reflexively turned their heads, and at that time they found a woman who was calling her ex-husband. But strangely, she was not Indira, but another woman.

“New again, Mas?” dara asked inexhaustibly. How can?

“Eh, that's right yes, if you're talking!” spray that woman. “He's my only husband!”

Dara Sontak showed a nauseous expression in front of them. I don't know why he wanted to laugh when he heard it. He also felt very grateful to have been separated from men like Chandra who loved to change partners without fear of contracting a terrible disease caused by the activity of ewewita. ‘Luckily he never touched me.’

“Loe Offshore, wear melet-melt all over again. Insolent to my husband he's a gentleman.”

“BAHH!” Dara sneers. Having a wife is nothing right including me hehe, his mind laughs.

“Already, Li ... already!” sergeant Chandra, “order food soon. Didn't we take the queue number?”

“Hah? what's his name, Li? Lidya?” said Dara chuckling. "What a pity to be Kinan? Heaven's broken. Huh, you fucking Mas Aris!"

"Already, Nduk, don't continue. We better go upstairs now.”

Dara's back upstairs. In the elevator, he didn't stop laughing at the woman.

“While, which other women are tricked by Mas Chandra, Mom. Poor people.”

“Why is Chandra so now huh, Nduk? The feeling he was once a good boy. Looks like he got the relationship wrong. He was in the factory with many friends, even from any city. If you can not keep yourself yes like that as a result.”

“Sentence, Mom. Dara pityed Mama Dwi in fact,” Dara responded. “Oh, yes. Mama Dwi is good news, right?”

“Good, he still often visits the same house as Laras.”

“Greet him yes, Bu.”

“Iya later if you meet again Mother convey,” said Mother Ratna before finally they returned to the room ranap. It just so happened that Umi Ros and Abah Haikal had arrived there first with a few boxes of food. All family members do lunch together except one person, namely Alif who can only smell the aroma.

“Nasi Padang huh?” tanyanya wanted very much. In the morning he was fed only porridge and soup.

“Iya .. but please hold it first yes, viewers!” dara's reply sneered at him.

“Try a little, Ra,” he said again with a face so clear. To make everyone there laugh.

“Where can?”

“Billah ...”

“Not allowed, later wait for you to heal first.”

Alif blames everyone. “You shouldn't have eaten here earlier.”

“Then tell me where to eat? In pharmacy?” Abah. “Just withholding food alone won't make you die, Lif. Be patient. Later can eat anything as much as possible after you recover.”

‘Not just eat, Bah. I will also grind my wife to her fullest,’ her inner grudges fraternally.

***

“Ra, do you remember anything?” he asked while staring at the main room door.

“Don't discuss the strange there are still parents,” replied Dara full of warnings. While his eyes while glancing at the two middle-aged people who were doing their respective activities. Abah was watching the news, while Umi Ros was sweeping the floor. I don't know what the old woman's bones are made of as if she never got tired.

“Means you remember, yes?” whispered.

“Which I may have forgotten, Lif. Mang why?”

“Ingin repeating memories.”

“Later your stitches can be removed.”

“So when do we return to Jakarta again?” ask them all.

“Go home tomorrow morning, Bah. It's almost night, and we haven't done anything now. All our clothes are also still in the laundry,” said umi Ros.

“Goods we've been calling on.”

“Which grandson?”

“The prettiest.”

“Oh, Mauza ...”

As they discussed a grandchild, Alif's eyes reflexively stared at the flat stomach of his wife who he had not touched in recent days. And he immediately whispered, “I miss you.”

Before long, the two of them entered the room. There Alif immediately hugged Dara and showered her with a kiss. Dara was sure that the man would devour her right then and there if she was in good health.

“Do not overdo it, Lif. Later you kebablasan,” said Dara reminded.

‘I just don't know how to express my sense of longing, Ra,’ her inner self while continuing to kiss and hug her tightly. The man is self-sufficient when he begins to feel uncomfortable in his lower abdomen.

“Lif ...,” said Dara when both of them were lying down. “Today I know something.”

“Know what?” Alif.

“You hid all this from me all this time huh, Lif? Why?”

“What do you mean, Ra?” asked Alif with a wrinkled forehead. He did not understand at all where this conversation was headed which seemed to be very important. “Our relationship has just improved. It would be nice not to discuss anything that can trigger a commotion. You have to remember what the doctor said. Can't stress.”

“Let me finish it right now so that there are no more bumps between us.”

Alif smiled wryly, “You want to sue me?”

“Lif .. who will sue you. What is, I even lost if you were in prison. How are we going to do if our case gets out to all the media: the wife sues the husband who raped her or the woman marries the man who—ya, that's how it is. You know what I mean?" he paused for a moment. "I'm pregnant now. I need you to take responsibility for what you did. Minimal purify fertilizer."

One eyebrow Alif raised high. Maybe his wife's tongue is flaking.

Silent.

Somewhat long the two were silent before finally, Dara again asked something, “Are you marrying me out of revenge?”

Sontak Alif flicked his forehead. Nah!

“Aduh!” he complained with widened eyes. “Why are you touching me? Pain.”

“One more time you say so, I give you a lesson.”

Dara did not answer, he actually said something else, “Please excuse me Dad yes, Lif ..”

Alif looked at his face. He guessed that Dara had known everything that had been hidden. “Who told you?”

“Jack. But I heard more clearly from Mom this afternoon.”

“Sini, here!” Alif asks Dara to get close to him. “From now on .. forget all your bad thoughts. I married you because I'm lope-lope with you, not out of spite. Are you mudeng?”

Dara instantly chuckles, “Hahahhh .. which regional language is it?”

“Crocodile language.”

“Yes, crocodiles that sit and itch,” said Dara increasingly grinning his head on the chest of this man. “Do you love me?” tanyanya. Although he already knew the answer, but he always wanted to hear it as often as possible. Women always need confession.

“Oh, what a pity,” replied Alif immediately.

The wider Dara's smile. The two dissolve in hot kisses and other touches to channel each other's homesickness that yesterday was held back.

***

Seriate.

Daik dlu dong eheeee....