Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Failed to Open a Gift

“Where did you come home last night, Mas?” indira asked as soon as her husband entered the house at ten p.m. “Are you overtime again?”

“Yes, I'm overtime again,” replied Chandra briefly as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa. Feeling tired from having just ventured with his other wife a few minutes ago. I don't know what he reasoned because every day Chandra can always come home to this house. Really a good con man!?

“Many dong, your money if overtime continues. Yeah, it should be. But you always give me mediocre money,” the protest is so upset.

“How much do you want?” tanya Chandra was a little upset because just returned home had been touched on the problem of money, money and money. “What is the money I give each month is not enough? Five million is a lot of money, Di. Your home needs also use my money.”

“The time is now five million get what? Make buy lipstick just one stick out.”

“Again why buy expensive lipstick, Di. Wh-wh-what for? Might little! I knew I was going to give birth. Don't do much. Get rid of all your useless desires, Di. Think about saving.”

“Enak just told me to save. My ration is still lacking, you asked me to set aside some more money. Are you still sane? The cost of labor is your responsibility! Time I have to think about it too.”

“I just got home. My tired, hungry and hot circumstances can make me feel emotional. So don't lure if you don't want my fangs out.”

“Do I deserve to be quiet after you ask me to continue to save with less rations?”

“Ya Lord ... I told you, don't lure me,” growled Chandra with a sharpened eye highlight.

“I just asked you to add my spending money, that's all. I need skincare. Shame on friends, getting married instead of getting more beautiful even more ugly. Her husband can also be denounced later because it is considered unable to make the wife happy or make it at least better,” dumelnya at length. “Lagian stingy once anyway so people! Same wife calculation. Later your recovery can be more drag.”

“You want to polish as expensive as you face, for me you stay the same, CHEAPAHAN.”

Sontak Indira looked at the face of her husband who had just said so. PLAKKK!

One slap instantly landed on Chandra's face without the man actually trying to avoid.

"Yes, I'm cheap." Indira smiled sadly. "But no problem. You can only afford cheap prices. You should be self-aware. So people don't do much behavior!"

Feeling hot in the upper part of her heart, Chandra retaliated by slapping her harder. PLAKKK!

Unhesitatingly. Fearless. Until the woman fell from the chair she was in. Luckily, nothing happened to him or her to their son.

This was the second time after he slapped Dara first. For a moment, he looked at his reddened hands, then saw his crying wife sobbing after a scream. But then he held his head. Confused because his eyes suddenly became blurred. Between believing and not believing because what he saw was now Dara. Reminds me of this exact same incident that happened that night.

“Da-From!” said stammering.

Indira raised her head, it could be in this state she instead called me by that name.

“Are you crazy?!” he jerks.

“Each of you don't keep felling me!” reply immediately.

“Ma-sorry, In. Come on, I'll drop you off to the room, yeah,” Chandra said again after a while. The man tried to reach her, but on rough tepis.

“Lease!”

“I treat your wound. Your content is fine?” he's very worried.

But Indira nodded. He immediately went to the room and locked the door so that Chandra would not enter it tonight. Inside there Indira again cried regretting his actions and contemplated himself.

‘What is like this also that Dara feels?’ inner Indira. He felt something strange inside Chandra. Sometimes he can be a very kind and caring man, but sometimes he can turn into a monstrous lion that also has a sharp mouth.

Does this guy have a double personality? Or is he a psychopath?

While outside, Chandra was beating his own head which lately has often been a lot of shame. What you see can sometimes change. Like earlier.

He was also confused, realizing his own increasingly broken self. Not satisfied with only one partner, so he decided to marry again.

Everyone has a different sensuality. And Chandra has pretty wild sexual fantasies. In his shadow first, he could be satisfied with just Indira alone. But maybe because in pregnancy, make a woman passive and always resigned if she comes to him. And that makes him pretty bored.

Lily is a woman she met at a nightclub. He came at a moment of grief and the woman present made an offer that he was willing to accompany him.

At first he only used it one night, but the next day, he came back to see her again. Satisfied desire and compatibility made her feel she needed the woman so she decided to marry him alone.

But the problem is, again Chandra always covers the identity of himself who is just a slack factory ordinary. Making himself more depressed with the choices and demands of his own life.

This all happened because of his unwillingness to accept Dara wholeheartedly. And at that time, perhaps God was testing to where the peak of his patience. But Chandra instead chose to deviate so fatal like this.

“My family still hates me now. But I've been making new problems again. I must immediately divorce Lily,” murmured not karu-karenya.

***

A week passed after his return from Semarang. Jack is back to work as usual. Presumably, the man was already at home living in the city and planned to have a real wife there. He is very comfortable with his work, because from here he has a steady income, a suitable boss and the main thing is halal.

“If Jack is a good man I have betrothed my friend,” Dara said on the sidelines of their conversation. "Unfortunately Jack had his eyes fixed, so I hesitated to introduce him. Pity later if he gets to play.”

The person Dara was referring to was Wiwin. A great Advocate who has handled many severe cases. The reason is still alone: because he was too busy all this time to forget to think that he also needed a partner.

“Not always the bad looks bad,” Alif responds. “It is also impossible for him to be insolent with women who take care of him, let alone touch without his female consent first. Just like me,” he said confidently.

Dara curled her lips upwards, a sign that she did not agree with Alif's words just now. “Same from where, ha? You have enjoyed me without permission.”

“The name is also on business,” Alif replied while hugging him from behind. His wife was ironing clothes. And this is his job lately, which is to follow wherever Dara goes. No matter what this woman is fed up with all her treatment.

“If I'm evil, I've enjoyed you while we were living at home. But I held him back,” Alif continued. If that night hadn't happened, the story would have been different, right?

“Ya, I know,” replied Alif. He secretly thought of a way.

“Can you sit, Lif?” ask Dara. “I'm noisy, hot also you hug constantly.”

“I miss you.”

“Ngawur, we meet every day.”

“Sit, Ra. Just leave the job. Reduce your activity, pity baby Cilnya.”

Dara smiled. It always sounds funny in his ears when Alif calls their child with baby Cil. Baby Cil is a little baby word that she is short for.  

“Iya, later,” replied Dara still sliding the hot tool. “Nanggung.”

“Prepare the file tomorrow we take care of the marriage papers, so we have the book.”

“Hu’um.”

“Because you yesterday refused the honeymoon, so the time you should not refuse baby moon.”

“Where?”

“We boarded a cruise ship, from Singapore to Penang.”

“That's expensive, Lif dear money. How many dollars?”

“3500 USD.”

Dara's eyes rounded and turned around for a moment. His brain is loading to break down how many dollars is. “Fifty million rupiah, roughly my calculation.”

“But it's for two people.”

“I don't want to!” reject firmly.

“So what do you want if you keep resisting?”

“Plis, Lif. Don't waste money while there is. Afraid sorry. There are a lot of difficult people around us. I feel guilty if I buy expensive items or a nice vacation abroad. Don't get used to.”

“Do I have to think of them too?” alif asked in no way.

“Not so the concept, Bambang!”

Alif let go of his embrace and sat back down, “But Brother Sama Vita has also gone everywhere, reception too. You're the one who doesn't want.”

“I'm pregnant Alif ...," said Dara reasoned. He was really lazy discussing the reception and the event was a waste of that money for now. "Alright, then we're on holiday to Monas only!” dara said then while smiling sucks.

“By you.” Alif immediately recalled the figure of Chandra who at that time wanted to take his wife baby moon to Monas.

“Ra?”

“What, Lif? Don't be like fish.”

“Means?”

“Bawel.”

“Bawal ...,” Alif Refined. “When did you stop that?"

"Another moment ...," Dara replied in a long tone.

"I miss Baby Cil, her Mommy misses too.”

"Your reason, Lif."

Impatiently, the man again approached Dara and pulled out the plugs. Maybe because it was not so painful, now Alif can hold his wife. Started to land his kisses around the ear, neck, cheek area, then slipped his hands into clothes, then opened his wife's legs and ....

“Alif! The virgin! This is Mr RT!” the voice of Umi from below.

“Pak RT a bully,” said Alif while cursing in his heart. Tenyom, tenyom, tenyom, tenyom, tenyom, tenyom, tenyom, tenyom. (Read from behind)

“I told you later tonight, Lif.”

“Indeed if you want worship should wait for night first?”

“Alif! Dara!” exclaim him again.

“Iya, Mi. We are on top,” Dara replied.

“Down a minute, Son. Mr. RT to see.”

“Okay!”

***

Seriate.