TerLove (Love After Wedding)

You care about me.

After a long period of crying on her husband's chest, Cantika distanced their bodies. Suddenly his consciousness returned. Immediately rub the remains of clear feathers from the beautiful face. Without saying anything, he went to the bathroom after opening the door first.

What am I doing ? Why can you cry in her arms ? Ahhhh, shame on meeee !

Cantika bobbing head. Then wash his face to remove the sad impression. But it still looks a bit sloppy. His eyes are still red and a little swollen.

Anas was confused. Why is Cantika acting like that ? Did he accidentally make a mistake ? Could it be that his wife was angry that he was hugging her ?

The man took a long breath. He must be able to maintain an attitude. Even though they are officially a married couple, they still need time to get used to each other.

After cleaning the prayer equipment, he stepped into the living room. Sit next to his wife. "Sorry, I didn't mean to embrace you. I just want to calm you down." He said softly while looking down.

Cantika turned her face away, not a single letter was thrown from her lips.

Anas looked over, "Are you angry ?"

Cantika stood up, "Gue.mau to the room again." Quickly walk.

The man looked at her, "Is Cantika really angry ?" mumbling itself. His wife avoided him because she was ashamed to cry in his arms.

Cantika closed the room door. Pasting his back on the door leaf. Holding a thumping chest and flushed cheeks. "Do you think I'm a silly girl who pretends to be sad to be hugged ? Ahhh, Canton....You must be able to maintain your attitude ! Don't be careless let alone feel good on his chest !"

The woman took the suitcase and opened it. Take out her clothes to move to the plastic cupboard.

"Gue didn't see any other closets, where did he cut his clothes ?"

Her eyes unintentionally looked up at the small, short closet. Pick up a medium-sized dus stored there. He was so curious about the contents. Although it was a bit heavy, he tried to take it.

"Is this Om bewok's shirt ?"

Suddenly his heart broke. Her husband told her to keep her clothes in the closet, while Anas's own clothes were stored in cardboard boxes. No ! Cantika would feel very evil if she let him.

He took some of his clothes from the closet, stuffed them in a suitcase. Then move Anas's clothes into the closet. Cantika closes his eyes when holding the shirt and ********* belong to the man. No, not holding. Instead of wrapping the fabrics with two fingers, because they feel disgusted and amused.

"Iiihhh, if I don't feel sorry for him, I don't want to hold his alms.." shuddering. "Wait, why don't I tell him to make his clothes go to the closet ? Oon is so !"

Cantika stopped the movement of her hand. He went to Anas. "Emmm, that..wearing your clothes to the closet ! There is still an empty place, no more nyimpen in the box !" dare not look.

Anas frowned, "The feeling of your clothes is quite a lot, surely the plastic closet is full. Let my clothes be stored in the cardboard. But, why do you care about it ?"

"Duh, not much ! Cepet's done, I'm gonna take a nap !"

The man went into the room and checked the closet. Some of his clothes were already stored there even though they were in an untidy state. Even his underwear was piled with a mess. "If it's not wrong, the shirt has more Cantika than the one in the closet."

Anas opened the suitcase that was stored next to the plastic cupboard. "True to my guess, Cantika kept some of her clothes in the suitcase so that my clothes could be stored in the closet. It means he's starting to care about me." Smiling sweet.

Her heart was blossoming. It turned out that his arrogant wife was starting to get attention.

OMG ! That smile makes me crazy.

The woman frowned, "What are you doing ?"

"Thank you for sharing your clothes."

Ika's a bit gawking, "Gue thought what the fuck...I should have said thanks. Lo bela-belain nyimpen clothes in the box dus, so I can use the closet. Thank's !" ducked.

"Together."

"Gue wants bobo by noon first." Rush into the room to avoid uncomfortable situations that make her nervous.

Cantika fell face down on the bed while immersing her face in the pillow. "Ihhhhh, why am I groggy anyway ? Because his smile was too sweet ! Make me melt. What ? Stop it, Cantika ! Don't be crazy...!" Hit her own head.

In the other room, Anas had not stopped messing around. He was so happy to get such little attention from his wife. Cantika started to care for him. Is it possible that one day, the woman will also give her heart ? Hopefully it is !

***

Cantika rolled on the bed. I don't know why he's upset now. Why is he always pounding when he is close to Anas ? The man's sweet smile was so clingy in his memory.

Unknowingly she smiled. Yeah, maybe she's one of the lucky girls to have a husband like Anas. The man if noticed, sexy too. Besides, Anas is also good. Om bewokan can too.

But suddenly he patted his own head. Wish his strange mind would step aside. This is my brain that is not sane for sure. I love being a bewokan guy ! But.emang gemesin also sighh. Ahhhh, am I crazy ?!

He screamed in his heart. His mind is back together. One side admires Anas' figure. There is still a lot of ego. Prestigious if you have to admit that her husband is a man full of charm.

"Rather than me getting sane, mending playing games."

Finally he tinkered with the phone. Open the ghost game playing app. It was one of his favorite games.

"Hahaha, rasain lo ugly ghosts !"

"Yeah.A little bit more I'm sure to win. Ahhh, suathh !"

Sometimes laughing, sometimes angry. Her voice was heard by her husband who was in the middle room. Cantika why ? He did not think at all if his wife was busy playing games that are mostly played by children.

For a long time Cantika's eyes dimmed, getting sleepy. He fell asleep on his face and was still holding a cell phone.

Anas sharpened his hearing. No more voices from his wife. He immediately stood up and stepped into the room. Afraid something bad happened to the girl.

"Cantika.." walked over and checked on his wife. The man smiled, "It turns out he's sleeping, why am I this hot ?" Anas picks up the phone Cantika was holding. His eyebrows intertwined, "He played this ghost game ? Just like a kid." His smile grew bigger.

Anas turned off the phone and put it near Cantika. After enveloping the woman, she returned to the living room.