The Story of Dara

CHAPTER 9. Basketfuls

The night after the event, Dara helped her mother warm the remaining chicken satay catering in the kitchen. For fear of less, Mr. Subrata deliberately ordered more food. Until the event is over there are still many foods that have not been eaten by guests such as chicken satay, fried rice, capcai and other foods.

Until directed Bu Selfi to distribute some of the remaining food to neighbors on the right and left of the house, just to avoid the word mubadzir.

“Ra, this food is ready, you call your husband to eat ya?“ said Bu selfi, still looks busy arranging dinner on the dining table, avert the eyes of his daughter who is no less busy helping him.

"Yes Ma'am," Dara replied, nodding her head slowly, circulating her gaze, making sure all the dishes were perfectly arranged on the table.

There is a chicken satay complete with lontong and also rice, there is a capcai and also his favorite soy sauce chicken father who has perched quietly, ready to be eaten and enjoyed all members of his family.

"I'll stay a while, ma'am?" pamit Dara, immediately swinging her steps, went inside the house to her private room about to call her husband.

Who was asleep, looks so sound not knowing the arrival of his new entering the room approaching the bed.

“Mas, wake up first Mas,“ call Dara with her gentle intonation, already sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing her husband's feet gently.

Wanting to wake Erfan up, before falling silent, stopping the rubbing at her husband's feet looked at Erfan who opened his eyes to blink slowly.

“What the hell?” sewot Erfan, half-opened his eyes withstanding drowsiness, was troubled by his wife's call.

“Eat first, It's been waiting for Mom and Dad at the dinner table," replied Dara, trying to be patient, not wanting to be provoked by her husband's rude attitude.

“I'm not hungry Ra! i'm sleepy! so let me sleep and don't you dare disturb me!“ fierce Erfan, increasingly testing the patience of his silent wife sighed harshly throwing a glance.

“Sleep only! don't wake up!" grout Dara.

"Oh Allah." murmured Dara again, stroking her own chest immediately up from her seat.

Not wanting long in her own room, wanting to get out of the room immediately, enjoying dinner ignored her husband who went back to sleep holding back his annoyance.

Twenty minutes had passed, Dara had just finished her dinner together with the family she loved so dearly.

With the atmosphere so warm as usual, filling the stomach with small talk to make him forget the sense of solitude from forced marriage that has happened to him.

"I'm going to the room first, Dad? Ma?" pamit Dara, to his father and also his mother, without his sister who had already entered the room immediately moved from her seat.

"Yes, kid, you're resting? later if your husband is hungry, I keep his food in the refrigerator, you stay only angelin," replied Bu Selfi.

"Yes Ma'am," Dara replied, immediately swinging her steps, going into the room towards the bathroom, to wash her face and also brush her teeth. In order to maintain her beauty with simple care that she does.

It took only ten minutes, Dara had finished her routine at night, just came out from inside her bathroom, immediately circulated her gaze, looking at her husband who was still asleep on the bed, looking so calm.

“I slept where ya now?“ mumbling slowly.

Not taking his eyes off his 120x200 bedroom bed, he confuses himself of regretting his decision to refuse his father's request to change his larger bed before the wedding.

"No need to be well, why also changed, I'm the same Mas Erfan will not live here, directly moved to the apartment," he said at the time.

"It's stupid of you Ra, why forget after the marriage contract does not move immediately? how are you going now?" he muttered, scooping his face slowly looking for a way out.

“Do I sleep on the floor?" he muttered again, before shaking his head quickly disapproving of his own sentence.

"I'm the host, crazy what the host sleeps on the floor," he continued, talking to himself again, trying to find another way out.

"Or... Did I just sleep in Dira's room?" he continued, immediately snorted.

"It's impossible Ra, what said Dira, Father and Mother later, the newly married cook has separated the bed?" mumbling slowly.

"A stupid fool! he's my husband, and I just sleep next to him, no problem right?" said Dara finally, steadying her heart take her final decision.

Immediately swing her steps to climb onto her narrow bed to sleep beside her husband, before...

"Gapain you?" jolt Erfan, just after he climbed onto the bed, realized his presence was shaking his heart.

"Yes, go to sleep" answered Dara, trying to be calm, not wanting to be disturbed by her heartbeats that were not due to round Erfan's eyes.

"Yes, where are you going?" dara replied, lying on the bed under the blanket ignored Erfan who seemed to protest dislike his decision.

"Crazy are you?" erfan Protest.

"I'm not crazy Mas, I'm sleepy," said Dara closed his eyes.

Along with Erfan who threw away an annoyed grunt look.

"Aren't you ashamed of sleeping in bed with a man?" erfan continued, with the roar of his hunting breath, wanted to expel Dara from the narrow mattress he wore.

"You are my husband Mas, I must learn not to be ashamed," replied Dara, the more softly seen, keep his eyes closed want to immediately fall asleep.

Increasingly provoked a sense of annoyance in Erfan's heart, again raised a protest to test his patience.

"How could you be this calm anyway? remember yes! our marriage is fake! marriage to divorce! not a wedding forever! how can you sleep together on a cramped bed like this?" fierce Erfan.

Quickly opened the eyes of his wife, who woke up looking at him sharply.

"Keep Mas Erfan wants me to behave like what now? Where does Erfan want me to sleep? Erfan knows there is only one bed! does Mas Erfan want me to sleep on the floor? that so? or should I get Mas Erfan to sleep on the floor? we have just slept, but we are also just sleeping. Take it easy I will not rape you Mas," replied Dara, no less fierce back round her husband's eyes.

"Hey, it should be a man who talks like that! I should have raped you! it wasn't you who raped me!" grunting Erfan, could not help his regret, rounding Dara's eyes.

"Don't you dare touch me, Mas! don't you dare be like me!" dara Ancam.

Whipping Erfan's lips, cursing again, immediately lying behind his wife.

'"Crazy girl! it's really crazy!" murmured Erfan, no longer want to argue no want to follow crazy.

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22:00

Dara and Erfan are equally still awake, no one can sleep, especially Dara, due to his whack, nervousness, it was the first time to sleep in a narrow bed with a man who had been her husband.

"Mass?" call Dara slowly still with the sleeping position tilted back, holding the pain all over her body want to change position.

"What?"

"Aren't you tired of sleeping on your side?"

"You think?"

"I'm tired Mas," replied Dara immediately changed his sleeping position to be on his back.

"If Erfan mas tired of tilting continuously, Mas Erfan can be on his back," continued Dara.

"As much as I want to sleep on my back, why do you want to beat me?" sewot Erfan's.

"I don't care Mas" replied Dara, along with the movement of Erfan's body, helped change the position to be supine.

"Had, he said he didn't,"

"What are you?"

"Hahaha," Dara laughed, not making Erfan make a sound, just smashing his lips, with his gaze straight up staring at the sky of the room.

Silent a moment before....

"We have to sign the marriage contract immediately" Erfan said, breaking the silence of the room, still with his gaze straight up averted Dara's gaze.

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