TerLove (Love After Wedding)

Worrying.

Along the way to the market, Anas endlessly smiled. While moving his second wheeler, the man imagined the sweet scene before leaving. Cantika kissed the back of her hand without being ordered. Isn't that romantic ?

What's wrong with her ? It had only been two days to marry that woman, but her world seemed to change. His reot hut felt like a magnificent palace. His loneliness changed warmth. And her heart, always flowery. There was a feeling that made him happy and excited. Is it this happy to be married ? Or rather, is this as beautiful as a person who is drunk with romance ? Did Anas really fall in love with his wife ?

Arriving at the destination, Anas parked his motorbike first. Enter into the market and approach its subscription traders. Hunt for essential items such as rice, oil, kitchen spices and others. In addition to daily needs, these materials are also for capital trading. The plan is tomorrow morning he will start selling yellow rice again.

After shopping, he returned to his vehicle. Put all the groceries on the motorbike, assisted by a man. "Thank you, sir." He said while giving some money to the pelvic porters. "Sama-sama," replied the man who was older than Anas.

Before leaving the market, Anas smiles at the parking attendant and gives him the fare. "Thank you, mas. I'm first yeah..."

"Yooo, watch out for Anas !" waving with a smile.

Anas again mesem down the streets that have been crowded by vehicles. He was very excited when he went home. Perhaps there had been a beautiful angel waiting for him, that was the reason !

When it was only half way, on a rather quiet road, suddenly two motorcycles came up ahead. Anas had to stop his vehicle. Four men of great stature descended from the two motorcycles. Walked up to him with a scary look.

"Who are you, why hinder my journey ?" ask Anas.

"Lo whose name is Anas Malik, his son-in-law Mr Permana ?" one of the men asked back.

"Yes, right. What's the matter ?"

"We're just here to give you a gift for your wedding with his daughter Mr. Permana." Smiling smirk. He looked at his three friends, gave a code.

The four burly men glared at Anas with a roaring smile. One pulled the jacket collar of the plain man. Force him off the motor.

"What exactly do you want ?" looking at them in turn, there was no fear at all.

"We just want a little sport." After speaking, one of the men immediately floated a raw bogem but managed to be avoided. Anas held the clenched hand, then twisted it behind the foreign man's back.

Two other men attacked wanting to hit Anas, fortunately he managed to dodge. But another one attacked him from behind. Hit Anas' back hard to the point of falling down. The three men in front of him kicked and punched him many times. Anas finally faced them. He can no longer cope. No one helped him. Besides because the road is a bit quiet, even if there may be people passing by, not necessarily dare to break up.

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After bathing also dressed up and prettiest as possible, Cantika sat on the porch of the house to wait for her husband's return. It's been two hours Anas out of the house, but not yet nongol. It is undeniable if there is anxiety that hit the heart of Cantika.

"Ihhh, how long is it ? Where was it, was the market far away ? Call me I don't know the phone number. Ahh stupid, husband contact just don't have. I should have asked for the number, so if there's anything I can call."

He moved from his seat. Stand up and walk back and forth with a huffed feeling. "Don't let him do anything. What if someone kidnaps you ? Amit-amit..gue does not want to be a widow !"

Cantika immediately poured into the yard when the sound of the motorbike was approaching. Anas has returned. The man got off his vehicle.

"Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur." Cantika. "Why long, far away from the market ?"

"I have a little business." Anas shouldered two sacks of rice at once. "Please open the door !"

Cantika stepped quickly to obey her husband's orders. Anas walked in with a slow step towards the kitchen. He brought back other things from the motorbike. His wife certainly helped.

Afterwards, Cantika brought drinking water for her husband who was sitting in the living room. She was acting like a good wife. He sat down next to Anas.

The man took off his helmet and placed it on the table. Take a glass of water and drink it.

"Gosh, your face why is bonyok so ?" goggle.

"It's okay." He replied casually while putting the glass back.

It was obvious that Cantika was anxious. Even his hands trembled slightly as he rubbed the medicine. His eyes are also glazed. Anas felt no more pain when he saw his wife's face. He was happy because Cantika was anxious and attentive to him.

"Why until the bonyok-bonyok ?" upset but full of worry.

"There were some guys who beat me up. I don't know them at all."

"What ? Keep fighting ?"

"Yes, I'm trying to protect myself."

"Stupid, you should have run away from this shit ! Don't be so hotshot !" pressed a little hard on that part of the wound.

"Awww, slow down. It also feels."

"Other times be careful, don't serve crazy people like them ! Strange, isn't anyone helping ?" still moving treating.

"The road is deserted."

"Fortunately you can still breathe. Otherwise, ihhh amit-amit...!" The corners of his eyes were getting full of water.

"If I die, will you cry ?" fixedly staring.

Deg ! That's a terrible word. Cantika did not want to imagine it any further. Left to the market alone, has made him pacing on the porch of the house with a huff. Especially if you have to.ah, not ! Cantika must not think so !

"Why are you crying, are you worried about me ?"

Cantika rubbed the clear hair that escaped from her eyes. "Who is crying ? I'm flickering dust...."

Anas smiled sweetly. He knew very well that the woman was lying. Cantika was worried about his situation.

"Thank you for caring about me."

"Don't say thank you, I just can't bear to see you bonyok-bonyok gini. Your mediocre face looks even uglier." Stand up and keep the medicine box into the bedroom.

Anas widened his smile. Spicy words from his wife's mouth sounded sweet. It seemed that the incident did not disturb his happiness at all.

Cantika went to the kitchen to pick up two dishes and the food she bought this morning. Put it on the table.

"I bought what this is called, I know that it's not wrong." Put food on the plate.

"You haven't had breakfast ?" ask Anas.

"Not yet, deliberately waiting for you let us eat together. Eating alone is not good."

"Buap me, huh ?!" anas Grin.

Cantika squinted, "The feeling of your hand is not bonyok dehhh. It can still function normally."

Anas chuckled, "I'm kidding...."

Cantika was singing her lips. He was going to obey the man's wishes. But it turns out it was just a joke. Yes it is no longer !

If Cantika knew that actually Anas really wanted to be fed. The man was still a little embarrassed to admit it.