The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 7. Untempted

Reza went to the bathroom after slamming the door hard to make Adinda's heart feel more throbbing pain. Adinda must be aware that she is not the woman Reza expected to marry because she is just a surrogate bride who was forced to marry Reza, Reza, just for the sake of the good name of the big family, Mr. Suryo, who has been so much meritorious in his family life.

“Why should my life be like this, God? Forgive the servant of so many sins that You try with a married life that should get happiness but even like entering hell in the world,” moaning monologue himself while looking at the bathroom door where the body of the husband disappeared.

“I have to be strong and strong not to cry anymore just to face that arrogant man! I also have to know myself if only being a substitute bride did all this so that the family of Mr. Suryo did not get embarrassed for thwarting the wedding of his only son.”

The girl stood up and began to open one by one the crown that was on top of her hijab.

Chequek!

“Remember, never open aurat in front of me!” reza gave his word.

The man came out of the bathroom dressed in casual casual casual clothes and went up to the bed, not caring about Adinda's presence anymore. His eyes were instantly closed as if the room was just his own not wanting to know where Adinda would sleep later.

“I understand, Den .. Sorry Mas. I'm not used to calling you that name.” Adinda urung open the hijab, the girl stepped towards the closet to take a change of clothes.

However, unfortunately the clothes hanging in the closet were all so thin and transparent because Suryo's mother deliberately told Kamila to buy some official clothes aka lingerie for her daughter-in-law.

Adinda looked at the back of the man who was lying on the bed.

‘Free if I ask for help with him because this man will never be willing to help me, so it is better that I just do Isya prayer and keep wearing this bridal outfit until tomorrow morning, instead of having to wear clothes that would never please my own husband!’ he said in his heart forced to carve a smile imagining his own fate.

However, just now he wanted to go to the bathroom, suddenly the door of their room was knocked by someone from outside. Adinda was confused whether to open it herself or remind her husband who just seemed to pretend to sleep.

The girl finally decided to approach the side of the bed and tried to call Reza with as much courtesy as possible.

“Mas Riza It looks like outside there is someone who is looking for you,” he said gently.

“Most room service, you just open the door yourself. I'm already sleepy!” reza replied in a ketos tone making Adinda inevitably who was still wearing bridal clothes walked towards the door to open it.

However, just as the girl was holding the door handle, Reza quickly got up. He remembered something that he had chatted with the assistant to buy a long-sleeved nightgown for his wife.

“Let me open it. You take a shower right away, My nose might hurt tomorrow morning because it smells your bad sweat!” throw out Reza who never had any sweetness.

“Good, Mas thank you.” She took a towel and left her husband to enter the bathroom but the girl was confused herself with the change of clothes she had to wear later, maybe you don't want the wedding dress back should be worn because there is no other change of clothes.

She deliberately took a bath for so long that her husband would go to sleep without having to see her wearing the same clothes as before he cleaned himself.

“Lo really long anyway? Fortunately his sister just took a shower, right I have an assistant really suck!” grunts Reza stared intently at Reno's face which only raised his eyebrows.

Reno sinlessly pushes Reza's body and goes straight into the bridal chamber which looks no different from anything that happened on the bed before.

“Lo sure will only do contract marriage with Adinda? Does that girl want to? Why do I doubt it, because the average hijab girl does not want to play marriage unless you deliberately force her!” accuse Reno very precisely.

“Not your business! Now the hunt is out and out of here because I don't want to be bothered!” Reza pulled Reno by force and pushed the burly body of the man who bears the title of his assistant to get out of his room immediately.

Reza felt the need to do it all because he was eager to stretch himself and close his eyes.

“Basic bosses have no morals! I doain lo someday mess up for life because it treats Adinda like this!” reno's pissed off Reza.

“No matter me, you want to swearing cake, want to lo umpatin cake, I still will not accept him as my bini! Go now,” drive it again.

Reza closed the door and then stepped into the bathroom while carrying a paper bag from Reno that contained sleeping pajamas for his wife. Although she did not have the same feeling Adinda, Reza still had the heart not to let the woman sleep uncomfortable by wearing a wedding dress.

“Adinda, open the door now!” his orders.

 Adinda is confused what to do because actually the girl has finished bathing and also takes ablution but is confused to have to go out of the room if Reza has not slept.

“What's up, Mas Reza?” The girl just bent her head behind the door with the gap opened only an inch.

Reza quickly turned her face away because she did not like to see the woman with her head wrapped in a towel.

“This is your change of clothes, I also still have a heart will not let you sleep with a dress like that!” Reza handed over the paper bag that Reno had given her.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you very much Mas,” said Adinda while receiving clothes from her husband.

“Hem.” Reza was not interested in saying thank you from his wife just now, the man turned his body and climbed onto the bed casually.

Almost about 30 minutes, Reza did not feel any movement at all on the bed, nor did his ears hear the bathroom door open. Where did his wife go? The man pretended to be asleep and gave the body to see Is it true that his wife has not come out of the bathroom?

With a little opening his eyelids, he did not expect that it turned out that Adinda was performing Isya prayer which was almost midnight.

‘Basic sok alim! Do you think I will be interested and tempted even though you pretend to be a Sholehah woman? Until whenever I never treat you as a wife, tomorrow your suffering will begin!’ A sly grin was imprinted on his lips.