Turns out He's Just Mine

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Mila blinked her eyes, she looked at the handsome face of her husband in front of her. His heart was pounding uncontrollably, He ventured to stroke Imran's cheek slowly so as not to disturb Imran's sleep.

" You're handsome too Mas, I hope you don't let me down again." Lirih Mila's.

Mila got out of bed to the bathroom to wash her face. After he finished he prepared Imran's office clothes and placed them on the bed. He went down to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Yep... Mila will start her good relationship with Imran. He will try to make peace on the situation. But for love he is not sure of his own feelings. Thirty minutes Mila finished her chicken stir-fried rice. He set it on the dining table.

Mila returns to her room to take a bath and wakes Imran.

" Wake up." Said Mila standing on the edge of the bed staring at Imran who had changed his sleeping position to his stomach.

Imran did not flinch even though the clock had shown at seven in the morning.

" Wake up." Call Mila still in the same position.

" Here is how it wakes up.... Did I try to shake her body." Mumbles Mila.

Mila's hand started touching Imran's shoulder. With a trembling Mila shook Imran's shoulder slowly.

" Well... Wake up at seven." Mila.

Imran turned her body while pulling Mila's hand until Mila's body collapsed on top of Imran's body.

" Mad." Oh." Pekik Mila's. Imran locks Mila's body by hugging her waist.

Mila looked into Imran's eyes, The two looked at each other with their hearts stiff. There was something rustling in Mila's heart but I don't know what it was Mila herself did.

Cup

Imran kissed Mila's lips making Mila gawk round her eyes.

" The Morning Kiss." Imran said with a sweet smile.

" Rese' you've stolen a chance." Cebik Mila tries to escape from Imran's embrace.

" Where are you going? Just here! Let Mas look at your face until satisfied." Imran said tightening his embrace.

" Once I want to take a bath, Don't be satisfied now, it's time I fell in love with you, you're tired of the same first time there were a long time I was disappointed again." Mila Sahut.

" Okay, dear Just for U, Muah." Imran said kissing Mila's right cheek.

Mila immediately went to the bathroom. Up inside He stroked his chest that felt thumping.

" Huh did I have heart disease this time? Why does my heart always beat when it's nearby? Maybe I'm in love? Is it that soon I can restore this sense like that time? Ah no no... I don't love him, It's just my feeling, Hadeuh being close to him makes my sanity disappear." Monologue Mila.

Mila immediately performed her bathing ritual. Fifteen minutes later he came out of the bathroom using only his bathrobe.

Chequek...

Imran stared at the bathroom door, He gulped his saliva violently, How not? Bathrobe that Mila uses only limited thighs shows the legs that smooth, clean and milk-white.

" If every day in suguhi scenery like this address the otong can not control themselves, Ah want me to mention you Mil." Inner Imran.

" You take a bath, Mas, I'll heat the fried rice to warm it up again." Mila.

" No need I'd rather it's a little cold." Imran Sahut.

" All right." Mila Sahut.

After the two were tidy, they headed to the dining table to eat their breakfast. Imran began to feed the rice into his mouth. He chewed it slowly to enjoy the taste of his wife's cooking.

" why? Not delicious?" Mila looked at Imran.

" It's good that Yank, here you can cook he said he can't." Imran.

" Who said you can't? I'm just lazy." Mila Sahut.

" From now on you have to cook for me." Imran.

" It depends on my mood, so I can't promise." Mila's voice made Imran shake his head. He will slowly make Mila fall in love with him. Especially to eliminate the attitude of cuek Mila, he needs extra patience because usually the ignorant will not be sensitive.

" I want to find a job Mas, Suntuk at home no activities." Said Mila in between her meals.

" Where do you want to work? Would you like to work in Mas's office?" Imran asked looking at Mila.

" Sma High School graduates can get what part?" Mila asked back.

" E.... So my secretary wouldn't? Let Mas keep an eye on you too, Mau ya?" Ask Imran.

Mila is saddened by her dream of continuing her education and achieving a specialist degree. It is not the intention of Imran to block the mind of Mila but Imran wants Mila to focus on taking care of the family only. Imran has made a lot of money.

" But I'm at home because there are no activities, my job must only eat sleep on the phone it's just." Mila Protest.

" If you stay at home so quickly open your heart and accept me as your husband, we will make a lot of funny and funny children sure you will not be lonely." Seloroh Mila's.

" I'm going to try but to have a child I haven't thought of until there, Just think twice, Actually I want to continue my college." Mila.

" Not that Mas prevents you from reaching your mind but Mas wants you to focus on family only, Mas does not want if we have children later they will lack your affection, he said, Mas can not always take time for them so Mas want the affection you give them can be maximal, You know what Mas mean?" Obviously Imran at length.

" Yes Mas, I also feel what it's like to lack parental affection." Mila with a sad face.

" Dear is not what I mean to make you sad, I'm sorry." Imran.

" It doesn't matter to me." Mila Sahut.

" Mas go first if you are at home you can play to the boutique Mama how? Itung itung you approach the same Mama." Advice Imran.

" Okay, I'll try to get there, I'll get closer to Mama, too." Mila Sahut.

" Yes, I've left first, can you kiss your forehead?" Imran asked for permission.

" No need to leave if you want to leave." Mila refused Imran. It was nothing, Mila was still ashamed of the incident this morning.

Imran sighed.

" All right, Assalamu'alaukum." Imran.

" Wa'alaikumsallam." Mila Sahut.

Mila stared at the departure of Imran's car from the terrace. He went back into the house. Mila took the car keys. She plans to visit her mother-in-law in her shop.

Mila drove her car at a moderate speed, half an hour later she arrived at the LM boutique. After getting out of the car, he went inside. As He approached the room Mama Lina used to receive her guests, He stopped his steps.

" Jeng why did you cancel Imran's match with Vania, Vania's adult and independent child, you know, He can take care of the household well why you actually marry Imran with a snot child who can not what? He doesn't love Imran either, does he? Different from Vania who has loved Imran for a long time." Said the middle-aged woman beside Mama Lina.

" I'm sorry Jeng Winda, how else do Imran people like Mila, Actually I've been very sreg with Vania, But I don't want Imran to stay away from me if I refuse his wish." Mama Lina's.

Degs..... Mila's heart slipped hearing her mother-in-law's words.

" Do you like his wife Imran Jeng? Or are you just forced to accept him as your son-in-law because you don't want Imran to stay away from you?" Investigate Miss Winda.

" I don't know Jeng, if you look at his demeanor that actually I don't like but....

Prak....

Mila nudged the vase next to the door. Mama Lina and Bu Winda looked back where Mila was standing glued to her glass eyes. Mama Lina and Miss Winda looked at each other.

" dear.... Since when have you been here?" Tanya Mama Lina approached Mila.

" I'm sorry Ma I have a sudden business next time Mila comes by again." Mila.

Mila immediately left the place while holding back her tears. It turns out that no one really wants it.

" Mila wait." Shouted Mama Lina.

Mila did not say she kept walking to her car. Mila drove her car at high speed. Wh why? Why is everyone just playing with themselves? Sweet in front with full force.

" Aghhhhhhh." Mila's scream hit her driver.

" Why do they have to accept me? Wh why? Who really loves me? Does no one want me? My own parents gave me to my husband's family, my husband's family was forced to accept me because of Mas Des, Is Mas Des also just a temple to love me?" Monologue Mila.

Mila doesn't focus on driving her car until...

Brakkkk....

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