Turns out He's Just Mine

The Heart of Mila

Imran opened his eyes, The first thing he saw was the beautiful face of the wife who was still sleeping. Imran smiled as he continued to stare at Mila's beauty. He moved his face then,

Cup

Again Imran steals Mila's kiss on her forehead and cheeks. With a happy smile Imran got off the bed slowly, He went into the bathroom to wash his face. After that, he went down to the kitchen.

An hour later in the room Mila opened her eyes. He spread his eyes all over the room.

" empty.... Did I dream of my Mas Des Nyium? Ah Milaaaaa what the hell Lo, In touch just don't want but ngarep a kiss from him, Ha ha amused myself, Shame if until Mas Des knows." Mila muttered while shaking her head..

Mila got out of bed, she immediately went into the bathroom to clean herself up. Finish taking a shower Mila immediately downstairs. His sense of smell smelled a fragrant aroma from the kitchen.

" Can you cook Mas?" Tanya Mila sat down on the dining table chair.

Imran turned to look at Mila, He smiled sweetly made Mila immediately affected by diabetes.

" Could, you try my cooking." Imran Sahut.

" Not sure the same taste, Entar there I nausea again after eating your cooking." Ejek Mila while pouring a drink into her glass.

" I'll take responsibility if you're nauseous with nausea, but I'll be very grateful that you're nauseous with nausea from containing my seeds." Seloroh Imran's.

Byurrrr uhuk uhuk

Mila choked on her own drink. Imran turned off the stove and he immediately approached Mila. Imran stroked Mila's back slowly hoping to ease the pain Mila was feeling.

" Slowly, baby, I'm drinking again." Imran said thrusting a glass of water into Mila's mouth.

Without a second thought Mila immediately drank it up to the toilet.

" Huh.... " Mila sighed.

" Instantially we've kissed Yank." Imran. Mila squinted her eyes.

" You drank on my lip." Kekeh Imran made Mila round her eyes.

" Fuck you Mas, you purposely trapped me with that glass." Mila Cebik.

" Let's be romantic dear, the Prophet drank it on Aisha's lips." Imran.

" Yes this is the name behind Mas, You should be drinking on my lips so romantic rich' Rosulullah." Mila was unconscious.

Mila immediately closed her mouth after coming to a realization with her words. He looked at Imran who was pouring a little water in the glass and drank it right on the lip of Mila.

" Is it romantic?" Ask Imran.

" Bodo's... Where is the food? I'm hungry already." Mila Sahut.

" Well, it's cook now it's your turn to arrange it on the dinner table, then serve Mas, Mas sure you know the duty of a wife while at the dinner table." Syndical Imran.

" tsk." Decak Mila's.

Mila walked towards the plate rack and started arranging her food at the table. He was amazed at Imran how could a man cook this much? Well even if it's just a simple menu anyway, Rice white, Rica pepper chicken, Balado egg, and chicken soy sauce. He alone can not cook anything, Not can not actually but because lazy alone. When he finished, he sat back in his chair.

" Lhoh Mas's plate is still empty you know Yank." Imran looked at Mila.

With lazy Mila took food for Imran with a full plate serving. Imran gawked at the food that was mounting on his plate. When Mila was about to fill her plate,

" You must not spend food on my plate." Prevent Imran.

" What's? You mean we ate a plate of both of those? Don't want to." Mila.

" Not only a plate of two but also a glass of both." Imran Sahut.

" No way." Mila.

" I'll stop your pocket money right now." Imran Threatens.

" Why do you give me that pocket money?" Ask Mila.

" li... All my money from my Papa." Kilah Mila's.

" You don't believe it?" Ask Imran.

" No." Mila Sahut.

" All right." Imran.

Imran opened his phone and then compartmentalized the application on his phone.

" You've seen evidence of my transfer to your account since the beginning of our marriage." Imran said giving his phone to Mila.

Mila saw Imran's phone and sure enough all the money was sourced from an account on behalf of Desfian Imran M.

His heart melted because He felt deceived by Imran and his Papa.

" Aren't you going to pull?" Ask Imran.

" Yes well it's up to you, this morning you proved your coercion on me and not love." Mila Sahut.

Mila moved half the food on Imran's plate to her plate. He began to eat his food without a sound. Imran looked at Mila who seemed to have glassy eyes.

As strong as possible Mila held back her tears so as not to drip on her cheek. He felt that he had been fooled by his Father, If He knew that the money was from Imran then Mila would not want to return to this house. He will find a job to finance his own college.

Finish eating Mila back to her room. He slammed his body on the bed. With her stomach, Mila covered her head with a pillow. He mourned the fate that he is experiencing now.

" Don't do this you'll have trouble breathing, your chest will feel tight, baby." Imran said taking forcibly the pillow that covered his wife's head. Mila is not flinching.

" Dear." Call Imran stroke Mila's head.

" Not to care for me." Mila.

" I can't, I care about the people I love, I'm sorry if my attitude doesn't make you comfortable." Imran.

She sat cross-legged on the bed staring at Imran.

" It's not just your attitude, everything doesn't make me comfortable, I can't be myself, I have to obey your will and my parents, I'm constrained to being in your circle, I beg you Mr. Des, Let me go let me find happiness out there, please free me from the shackles of this marriage." Mila clenched her hands together. Imran did not flinch He just wanted to hear the voice of Mila's heart that might have been hidden.

" I feel like a doll that's just being fooled by all of you, Matchmaking, Being a second wife, and that transfer money, you're not being honest with me, I'm just a pawn that you guys should be ready to play at any time, I don't want to be like this.... I really want someone to love me sincerely, Someone who wants to understand me, There is really attention to me, Not threats or lies, But it seems like it was my fate to have to experience something like this, Since I was always far from happy, My parents only gave me pseudo happiness, The first time I married you I was about to go where fate would take me, I wish you could be my happiness." Mila wiped her tears.

" But I'm wrong you dropped me with the agony of being the third person in your marriage charade with Ms. Hena, After a day of my escape from all this, you came and brought me back to this marriage, I can't expect much from this wedding so please before things get too far, just let me go." Mila.

" I'm sorry, once again I tell you that I Desfian Imran will never let you go, I will prove that if I really love you, I love you, I love you, And I promise I'll make you happy living with me, Mila." Imran.

" But all that won't work if you continue to keep putting distance between our relationships, I beg of you to obey me as your husband, Do your duty as my wife and I will do my duty as your husband, I beg your cooperation Mila, You know if we fight together then I am sure we will be together to achieve that happiness, Be patient I'll give you all that." Imran cupped Mila's face.

Mila looked into Imran's eyes, For some reason her heart warmed just from looking into Imran's eyes. He was worried about this marriage, he was not sure of the relationship that started with this lie. His heart was afraid that if He had loved Imran too deeply, Imran would have done one more lie. Should he try to do it first?

" We start by being friends, I'm not going to threaten or force you again, are we going to be friends?" Ask Imran. Mila thought about it a little.

" all right.... I'll see your efforts prove your love for me." Mila said steady.

" Can I hold you?" Ask Imran. Mila just nodded her head.

Imran pulls Mila's body into his chances. Both are equally reaching for the feeling that is enthroned in each other's hearts. Imran promised to always make the woman he loved smile happily. Imran unconsciously kissed the head of Mila.

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