The Steel-Cared Rose

Private Party

Dean's parents showed no joy at all in facing their son's marriage.

"Wedding only. If anyone finds out, your future wife's whore could run out of our family's reputation."

"I'm marrying siri?"

"If you marry siri, what about my granddaughter? Just potluck. We invite only those who really know us well and well. Private party, how?"

"Just as for Dad."

"Unless you're willing to accept the candidate I proposed or replace it with another candidate who's not a prostitute."

"Well! I have a reason why I chose Sinta."

"But she's a whore. What do you expect from a prostitute?"

"Precise service in bed. What else is the happiness of a man?"

"I'm your age, busy working hard if you don't want to go hungry. You were born from a golden spoon why is it like this?"

"Well! If you're not too hard on me. I can't marry Sinta or anyone. Why can't I just get my inheritance?"

"Because that's what your grandfather required. It's already in his will. If you refuse then the inheritance will return to the family's treasure."

"All right! Why do you like to force people to get married? Marriage is a lot of consideration."

"But the proof is that you married a prostitute. What considerations?"

"I told you, I have my own reasons."

Dean and Sinta's wedding was done privately. Only fifty guests were invited and were really very limited.

Only those who are really very well known such as close family and friends.

For the neighbors they only send food parcels and souvenirs as well as music videos and pre-wedding photos.

Only the Rt and Rw leaders were invited to the private party.

Dean looked nervous. There was never any marriage in her mind.

Letting go of her free life as a single person is like deciding on life and death.

Sinta is the right choice. Sinta itself is wrapped in broken white white kebaya with very fancy embroidery. 

Her face looks very graceful and beautiful. No one thought that Sinta was a prostitute.

Marriage is done with great wisdom. The ruler who married them gave marriage advice.

Guests offer prayers for the two brides.

Barakallhu laka wa jama’a bainakum - fi khairin. Brakallahu likulli khairin fi shhibihi wa jama’a bainakuma fi khairin.

"The man is handsome while the woman is beautiful. It's very harmonious."

After the guests. Sinta and Dean entered their room.

The room is decorated in such a way. Nuanced broken white. The bed is decorated with white roses, jasmine and lily.

Dean closed the door to his room and locked it.

"Finally done all******buckling tiring."

Dean immediately hugged Sinta and immediately Sinta pushed her.

"What do you want?"

"Easy! No need to pretend. I can't stand it anymore. We do it now!"

"What do you want anyway? Don't fuck off?"

Dean crunched forward trying to undress Sinta.

Sinta brushed Dean's hand off.

"Don't be rude!"

"I'm your husband! You're the one who's disobedient!"

"So your attitude!"

Dean did not care about Sinta's words. They push each other.  Sinta's body lost its balance. Sinta's body hit Dean.

"Woman on top?"

"Abwwghhhh…."

"You why the hell?"

"My stomach almost deflated you sat down."

Dean stood up and grabbed Sinta again.

"Come on! I can't stand it."

They're back to pushing. This time Dean dazed and befell Sinta.

Dean didn't waste the chance.

He tried to kiss Sinta. With all her might Sinta pushed on unsuccessfully.

A few moments later.

"Tuuuuuutttttttt…."

With a foul smell.

Dean stood up. Pushing Sinta.

"You farted, huh?"

"I have a stomachache!"

"What are you eating anyway? A dumpster?"

Dean again tried and this time Sinta threw him with a pillow and bolster.

"Sleep outside or I'll scream!"

"What do you mean yell?"

"I'll make a fuss!"

"The husband of the wife is indeed noisy and if not noisier they mean…."

"Don't pictor!"

Sinta pelts Dean with everything nearby and Dean tries to dodge.

A vase of flowers floated almost on Dean's face.

"You're crazy!"

"If you still want to get out of the room!"

A book floated up Dean's head. Dean rubbed his head.

Sinta holds a glass.

"You're not crazy!"

"Where do you want to sleep? Here or outside?" Sinta prepared to throw the glass she was holding.

Dean saw Sinta's face ready to throw a glass at him.

"OK! Outside!"

"Good!"

"Based on a crazy woman!"

"Don't talk much! Out!"

Dean's edged out. Door's closed.

Not long the door opened.

"I know you're just pretending. Playing hard to get!"

Pillows and bolsters floated up against his face and body.

A few moments later a blanket came up on his face.

The door is back closed. Dean stood up carrying pillows, bolsters and blankets to his spacious exit sofa.