The Imperfect Husband

Out of control

The word Sah had been reverberating loudly throughout the room. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only one felt claustrophobic as she was forced to greet her new husband, and as she felt something wet was peeping at his forehead, deanra was eager to raise her hand and push the Face away.

Ares.

And Deanra.

Two humans who will be forced to live together. Deanra's eyes were heating up, she wanted to cry. But those who saw it thought that the bride was moved by the sacred event.

"Congratulations, you've been a legitimate couple all your life." It was neither the ruler nor the origin of one of their parents, but it was the sound of Manggala interrupting making people chuckle.

Quiescent

As calm as the lake water, Ares did not even change the slightest expression on his face. Too stiff, Denda even clenched his hands tightly.

Deanra thought, this is a silly wedding. He thought that Ares might not agree with this forced marriage, so he had a cold face like that. The regret of accepting this matchmaking was getting more and more in his heart.

After the guests were busy with everything else, the two brides were immediately herded on the lap by the family. The event continued with a reception that was conducted live. This is Deanra's request, not wanting a fancy reception, just a dinner after kabul ijab.

Although the request is not fully obeyed by their parents, in fact the wedding celebration remains luxurious until the evening before. Realizing that the bride was starting to feel tired, Syakira immediately told her daughter to immediately rest in the room.

"Bring your husband to the room, son. Maybe he's tired,"

Deanra nagging. He himself also felt lazy to be in this crowd. Fortunately, this wedding took place at his house, not in a hotel like the rich do, so he was quite comfortable and not too complicated with many things.

When Denara wants to turn around, she can see the shadow of someone behind the crowd of guests. Deanra freeze ... She came, Dilo came to see her with another man.

Deanra shut her mouth, holding back her crying that might just burst out seeing all this.

After disappearing, and did not come while he waited, but now he came when he was helpless. For Deanra, only a coward would do something like this, as if he thought he meant nothing at all. I want it to feel like he ran at the man, then beat him so that this tightness decreases, but what now can he do? Can he humiliate his mother's father just because of the selfishness of his love?

Deanra turned. Go first and leave Ares who follows from behind silently. What he cares about that man, he can't even think of him as a husband now. For him this marriage was just an opportunity and he would try to stay away from Ares all his life.

*****

There's no sound. Shut each other when the bedroom door has been closed tightly. Deanra immediately laid her body on the bed, she even let her husband stand rigidly looking at her indifferent behavior.

Feeling unable to bear it, Ares began to make a sound, "Deanra ... Where will I rest?" Deanra was goosebumps when Ares called his name, and inexplicably sounded melodious in the ear.

Damnit damnit!

"Whatever,"

"Cock you here?" Deanra was now sitting down, she felt uncomfortable that another man was sleeping in the same bed with her.

"So tell me it's up to you?"

Deanra rubbed her face violently. He's the one who misspoke, he also can not throw Ares away at will. In the end he could only relent, and leaned on the head of the bed with a shabby look.

Would a bride like this?

Nah!

She is the most providing bride possible. But really pathetic?

Feeling unable to rest properly, Ares sat down. He looked at his wife who was quietly leaning on the head of the bed while closing her eyes. What was the girl thinking?

No one knows, maybe only God and himself know.

Ares tried to get closer, leaning next to Deanra by doing the same thing, closing his eyes while imagining the beauty of his life after this.

"Didn't you like this wedding, too?" Ares was shocked when he heard Deanra suddenly ask.

"Why?"

Deanra groaned, "looking at that stiffened face of yours I can guess, if you too were forced to marry me. But don't worry, we can make a deal or some kind of negotiation for this obscure relationship."

"What agreement do you mean?"

"Marriage agreement. We can't live forever, right? So we have to make a deal ... When will you divorce me... Later?" These words were indeed too cruel for those who had just legitimately married. But the girl's heart was already too blinded by the love for her lover.

Talking about this is not right now. But Deanra's mouth couldn't stand still, she really wanted to say what she had in her heart, hoping that this man would agree with her proposal.

Ares gripped tightly on his left hand. Deanra's words were quite emotional, but at this time he realized he had to hold back, or the marriage would be ruined before one day.

The white nails began to stick tightly on the thin, blood-soaked skin starting to come out from the stab of his nails. But Ares did not feel anything, he just bowed quietly and also no longer reply to his wife's words.

Divorced?

Suddenly he felt frustrated. The emotions felt by Ares will make him lose control, but fortunately he can still refrain from losing control, and choose to hurt himself.