TerLove (Love After Wedding)

Move away.

A luxury car stopped right in front of the alley. A man came down with a suitcase into the small alley, followed by a woman who dizzy noticed the situation around.

"Heyyy, where does Lo live? Just this time I pricked it into a place like this." The woman stared at the wonder of the strange place.

"Follow it, you'll know." The man smiled sweetly and continued to step up.

"Om, I think Lo lives in a housing complex." Still frowning.

"Cantika, call me Mas! Isn't it weird to call Om on your own husband ?!"

The woman hissed, "Shhhh, diem. It's up to me!"

Some of the people who passed by them greeted me kindly but also stared fixedly at the woman.

"I'm sorry, Nas. We were not present at your wedding. There's something important we need to take care of." Saying one of the.

"It's okay. What matters is his prayer." Anas bowed respectfully.

"Mas Anas, so this is Mas's wife?!"

"Wahhh, newlyweds. It's harmonious...."

"Your assertion is in a hurry to get married, the woman is beautiful like this..."

Cantika looked at them one by one with dislike. You dorky people! Compatible with where?

Anas smiled kindly, "Yes, mothers. This is Cantika, my wife."

The mothers nodded. "You're so lucky to marry such a beautiful and quiet girl."

Anas kept smiling, "We're sorry, sorry my wife has to rest."

"Ahhh, yes. The new bride should not leave the room. Must take plenty of rest for energy to accumulate."

"It's not that if you stay a lot in the room, the energy runs out. Do you know what the newlyweds are?"

They giggle. Cantika was more upset and uncomfortable with the mothers. It's disgusting!

Anas paid no heed to their jokes. He continued his steps towards the house, followed by his wry-faced wife.

"Excuse me, gentlemen...." Anas said as he passed by several men who were gathering at the stall.

"Ehhh, Anas. Duhhh newlyweds...."

"This is your wife, so beautiful..."

Not much different from these mothers, they teased Anas and Cantika a little.

"Yes first, excuse me." Anas stepped up quickly. His wife who was tailing behind was now grumbling in annoyance. "Those people are all cute and tacky." Anas did not respond to Cantika's complaint. He was just a little messy while shaking his head.

"Mira, are you okay?" asked Anas when he passed the girl with dimples. He even stopped his steps.

Mira gave him a quick glance, then turned her gaze towards the woman standing beside Anas. Very beautiful, it is fitting that Anas is willing to marry her. I have nothing at all compared to that woman.

Cantika looked at him annoyed because for the most part he became the center of attention of the villagers. Here's the one girl, why look at me & all her?

"Mira, you didn't come to my wedding yesterday. Are you sick?" Anas asked back.

"Is it better now, why is it outside the house ? There should be plenty of rest to heal quickly."

"It's healed, Mom. Don't worry !" smile crazily. This is what made me fall in love with you, Mom. Please do not pay attention like this!

Cantika's getting sick. He became a goat-congge between the two men. "Udah chatting? I'm gonna cape for a break."

"Mira, we'll excuse you...." He wanted to introduce his wife to his friend. But since Cantika was already angry, he finally expressed his intention. Maybe some other time.

Mira nodded, staring at the man's departure with grief. His love story is really broken. It's time to try to forget her feelings for Anas.

***

Cantika gawked as she arrived in front of her husband's small house. It was far from what he imagined. Ok, he knows that Anas isn't a dirty guy twisting. But he thought he had a simple house in a sterile area. OMG, I didn't think he lived in a slum like this!

Though the atmosphere there is not as crowded as Cantika thought. Anas house is so well maintained and clean even though it is narrow. Even in front of the house, there were some plants that the man deliberately kept. It's just that, for Cantika such an atmosphere is very uncomfortable.

"Come, comein!" Take Anas while dragging the suitcase.

The woman slowly stepped. Wailing again while inside the house. The middle room is so narrow. There were only a few wooden chairs and a table there. There's a 14-inch TV perched on the front wall of the chair.

He was again surprised when he entered a room that was smaller than the living room. There's only one medium-sized bed there. A small wardrobe and a large glass next to it. There is no dressing room or dresser. This room is even worse than my maid's room in the papi house.

"Keep your clothes in the closet. Later if you want to sleep, just use my bed ! Let me sleep outside." Anas.

"Emmm, where's the bathroom?"

"Follow me!" step outside the room towards the room next to it. Before going to the bathroom, they pass through the kitchen first.

"Geez, where are your home models inspired from? The room is all narrow, the arrangement is not neat. Go to the bathroom and go through the kitchen first." Piqued.

"My wife, learn to be grateful! There are still a lot of people out there sleeping under the bridge or in the store's office." Smiling sweet.

Cantika said, "Well, I'm going to the bathroom!"

"I know." Go with a smile.

"Heehhhh, I'm keles but he's grinning. Sometimes his attitude is strange..." After speaking, he went straight in there.

A moment later he was screaming. "Where is this water?"

Anas approached and stood behind the door. "Why?"

Cantika opened the door, "No water." Pouty.

"Who said? You see, there is a well inside. You have to get water from there!"

"What ? You mean, I have to nimba first? I can't!" clamor.

"All right, let me do it." Anas went into the bathroom. After filling the tub and some buckets, he came out again. "Please, Miss! Excuse me first!" As usual, she left with a sweet smile.

"So sweet..." Cantika hurriedly entered. He had refrained from throwing away the water in his body.

When he finished, he went back to his room. Anas was struggling in the kitchen to prepare lunch. The woman looked at the man who was cooking. Very tough, guys!

Cantika was on her back on the mattress while staring at the ceiling of the room. This is where he is. In a cramped house in the village with a tacky husband. Why would she be rash to make the decision to get married, just because she wanted to get out of her house? Even if he wanted to avoid meeting his mother and step-sister, he could just wander all day and go home late at night, as usual. There is no need to get married like this. Maybe it's his own fault for being carried away by emotions. But it's useless that he regretted everything. In fact, she is officially the wife of Om bewokan.