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I'm marrying my husband

Tonight did not pass as usual. After an argument in the back of the house, Yudha did not allow Vita to come out of her room in the slightest. The man locked the door and threw the key over the cupboard which made Vita unable to reach the height of the closet.

What if it wasn't a matter of desire?

One thing that can never be understood, even though one of them is feeling hate, anger, upset or so on, but if for one thing almost no one can refuse. Whether it was caused by because of the bond of marriage—or indeed because of the demands of nature that requires it so. For moving away from that one duty is the most torturous thing. There is always a longing that makes everyone become anxious, uncertain.

Yudha closed her eyes, feeling the satisfaction she had already completed to the woman who had first snatched away her virginity. Several memories loomed in his mind, turning back their bridal nights in the torrential rain of the night. It was there for the first time that his maleness was emitted. Touch each other in orgasm.

A pleasure he never forgot. But the next morning, he still tortured his wife again with seductions that made Vita powerless to refuse even though he had to grimace repeatedly.

Ah, suppose he used to make Vita a friend. Suppose he was not interested when they held each other. Surely Vita will never be tormented by it. But late. Unfortunately, his feelings are now growing bigger. And he won't be left behind by Vita. Cunning and greedy, such is the proper name for Yudha.

Vita put a blanket over her to cover her innocent body. Then threw his body into the bed with heavy, irregular breaths. And so did the man next to him. In the dimness of the dim lights, still looks the handsome face of her charming husband. Who both see it with a deep eye, to penetrate into the recesses of the heart, showing the magnitude of the love he already has.

“What forced you to do this?” ask Vita. Means asking about marrying her and putting herself into their lives. Because he felt the debate behind the house had not really been resolved. Yudha's answer always sounded ambiguous in her ears.

“I was never forced,” replied Yudha briefly.

“What makes you hesitate to choose?” ask Vita again. “It is precisely my life changed much better at the time when I was alone and Mas Yudha knew it.”

“Don't discuss that, Vita. This could ruin our relationship that just improved. I'll do you both justice.”

“Adil?” Vita smiled smirkily. “It's impossible. Are you a God who can be fair?”

“Then what do you want? Want me to hurt Rahma to make you happy?” asked Yudha jerking. “What do you feel, even what Rahma feels. It might even hurt a lot more. No need to explain it for sure you already know.”

“I know you know him better than you know me. But Rahma is not your wife now. Don't you defend it all the way.”

“Sssh ... it's night. Rest!” concluded Yudha does not want to discuss this issue further so as not to trigger a continuing debate.

“I hate you!” isak Vita interrupted his speech. “Mas Yudha is always so when I discuss this matter. I'm like a little kid who whines for something but doesn't care about his parents. You are really evil.”

Yudha. “Sorry, Vita .. sorry. Please don't cry anymore.”

The man clutched Vita's body into his chest. Showing his regret, smirking his palm and saying his apologies time and time again. Until reminded Vita of their sweet memories in the kitchen of her home on the day before. At that time, Yudha's face was covered with coconut pulp, making her laugh.

***

The next day, Yudha and Vita got along much better than before. They wake each other up, worship together, then Vita prepares her clothes.

Feeling noticed like that then made Yudha treat him similarly.

“Tumben is so sweet my wife,” said Yudha stating the difference.

“Abiasa!” cebik Vita faking.

While on holiday, the man spends his time inside Vita's room pampering her, hugging her and giving her up until she blushes repeatedly.

Of course he could not do out there because many people passed by and could not show this intimacy in front of many people.

“Mas Yudha is not down for breakfast?” ask Vita who can not be separated from her husband's arms.

“No, my wife wants her husband to stay here.” Yudha smiled.

“That's your wish. Not my wish.”

“Yakin?” god is flirting naughty. “Means you can go to the next room?”

Vita shook her head sadly. Even though he knew it was just a joke, but it still felt heartbreaking. “Do.”

“Yes already, we're here only. No need to eat, no need to drink.”

“If hungry?”

“I'll eat you again.”

“You make me nauseous.”

“I mean. Not boasting,” Yudha whispered in her ear. “I really want you again.”

“Can we keep it like this, Mas?” Vita stared expectantly. She was unable to share this caring and wonderful husband. Yudha was his first love. The man who first touched her, and will probably be the last. Vita wasn't sure she could love this deeply anymore.

“Sure,” replied Yudha for sure.

“No there ...”

“You will get used to it, believe me.”

‘I will never get used to.’

Vita. In his heart rebelled wanting to vanish, but powerless against him. Asking for a divorce is actually not a profitable thing either. Because it is no longer holy. Yudha had taken it, right on the fourth night of the marriage.

Tok tok!

Their togetherness was immediately disturbed when they heard the door being knocked.

“There is a guest,” says Vita turned to her husband.

“Let me,” she answered and then fixed her clothes and went from bed to the door. “Ya, Bi?” he said when he saw the middle-aged figure in front of him.

“Sorry, Mom. Distract. There are guests for Mas Yudha.”

“Oh, yes briefly.” Yudha came down leaving Vita in her room. Right in the living room he found Nely's mother and Rahma and Uminya talking.

“Kak?” rahma said as she saw the man emerge from the stairs.

Umi Ros immediately replied. “Yeah, this clock is still wearing a holster. There's a guest, son. Shy.”

“Yudha thought it was not the same mother Rahma,” Yudha replied while throwing her body into a chair.

“Maybe she's exhausted dhuha, Jeng,” by Mother Nely. That fact is not true. As an old lady who was full of salt-sweet salted battle bunks—it's clear she knew what was really going on. Reinforced with evidence of Yudha's messy hair. But he is also impossible to say because it is not worth saying, let alone there is a daughter that he must take care of his feelings.

“Oh, yes, briefly.” Nely's mother took something out of the paper bag she was carrying. “This said your shirt was a little small yesterday. If Rahma's clothes are fit.” There is a pause some time before he continues again, “Hust immediately be tried to find out how short it is, because the time is very short once. Fear of not being hunted because repairs take quite a long time.”

It was a dress that Nely designed himself for his daughter's wedding. Incidentally, it has become his profession to become a fashion designer.

“Try first,” Nely turn to the side. “Come, help put on your future husband!” he told his daughter.

Rahma nodded in agreement even though she looked somewhat hesitant. Yudha let go of what Rahma was doing to her. Picking up the clothes that were being worn to him without commenting at all.

His mind sank to the bottom of the deepest ocean. For a moment, he felt himself being deceived. This has been realized for a long time. More or less, at the time his prospective in-laws act very quickly and seem rushed. Not even in his plan to get married using a massive reception— which is clearly against the belief.

“Oh, yes. A little bit on the shoulder. Yes already, later I fix it again,” said Nely who was not too responded by Yudha.

But the man's eyes accidentally caught the figure of Vita who was voided down. Probably because I saw Rahma here.

“A minute, I have an affair.” Yudha took off the clothes and handed them back. He followed Vita to his room and again found Vita looking down sad even though this time did not shed tears.

Coming out for a moment, he returned to his own room to pick up something in his drawer. Heart-shaped box filled with various jewelry with separate rings. He thought, it would be better if he handed it to Vita first before he married Rahma later.

“I have something for you,” he said after returning to Vita.

Vita smiles. “What is it?”

“I have not given you this,” replied Yudha. “Give me your hand,” he said again while pulling his wife's hand. Then insert a ring decorated with one jewel in the middle. Vita smiled again. Staring at his own finger that was already filled with a ring. Then received another package of jewelry that Yudha gave.

“I will still marry you legally later once all these marriages are done.”

Vita just stared. To him, it no longer matters. Even without remarrying the country will not be able to change everything that is on him.

***

I don't think the wedding day has arrived. Vita is now in a building where her husband and future wife are both married.

The decorations stood so beautiful and magnificent. The king and queen will be there one day. Never had Vita seen such a lavish wedding in person.

“You guys are really amazing,” his murmur smiled wryly.

Vita came in wearing a hijab. And he decided to always wear a head covering from today. To establish themselves as a daughter-in-law of a family who is said to be religious.

Although Vita himself feels not ready to hijab inwardly, but his hope, he can change for the better, adjusting to what he wears on his head. Religious leaders said, the direction was picked up not awaited when it came.

“Hey, why aren't you wearing her uniform?” asked Nely's mother when she found him wearing a different outfit. “Let's be compatible, look the same to others. Let's be in tune.”

“I'm not comfortable, sorry Mom,” replied Vita and left her immediately. Because wearing a uniform means that he is the same as supporting this marriage. Though it was clear he knew that Vita refused firmly.

“Better I don't get in there,” murmured. His arrival was just a formality or just depositing a face. Because once the deal is over, he intends to be back home soon.

Guests have started arriving. The family of the bridegroom and the bride had crowded the wedding hall. Here are the men and grooms who are already sitting where they should be.

Yudha, that man is very dashing in white clothes. He put his head in the same color. With Rahma. Oh no, Vita's not a hypocrite. He hated the woman and her family. And Vita did not want to praise from her own mouth that she was indeed beautiful.

No one looks poor there. All who come are beautiful people. Vita was really embarrassed to claim to be the son-in-law of the Al Fatir family.

A few minutes ago, before leaving, Yudha had indeed met Vita. He hugged her very tightly. In his wish he again apologized.

So if he knew this was wrong and hurt him, why would Yudha still do it?

It's so weird and Vita can't understand.

A few days ago, their relationship was also very improved and always friendly. Especially at night—because Yudha has time at night. Because in the afternoon he has to work.

Vita does not know at the time of approaching marriage, why their relationship even more sticky? Or is he who has grown weary of opposing circumstances impossible to side with him? So that by itself he can slowly accept?

His knees grew weaker when he heard the ruler recite welcoming prayers. Like his heart was stirring. His chest is like being crushed by a sharp stone, then the pain spreads to the temple so that it makes the eyes become sore.

Until the time came, the voice of the person he loved was heard saying the name of another woman.

“I received the marriage of Nur Rahma bint Bapak Ilyas, with the dowry paid in cash!”

Tests. The woman's tears slid without warning. He was holding on to the wall of the building so that his body would not collapse.

Staggered Vita walked over to find a seat. He was unable to distinguish any more between conscious or pingsankah himself at this moment.

Fortunately, he was not in the wedding hall. Otherwise, he would be a spectacle of many people looking at him so pityingly.

Meanwhile, Alif who did not see the whereabouts of his sister-in-law tried to search out the wedding hall. What he was thinking right now was nothing more than pity.

Of course Vita will be aloof and there is no way strong to be in there. Watching her husband being happy, along with other women.

And it's real. By the time Alif found the woman, he was sitting alone beside the wedding hall. His face was so fucked. Sad, daydreaming and staring blankly around like a confused person.

Until the position is this close, Vita is still not aware of its existence. Alif's heart aches to see Vita. How much did Yudha do that!?

“I can take you home if you want,” said Alif without needing to say hello first.

Shortly after, Vita nodded without an answer coming out of her mouth.

Arriving at home, Bi Retno immediately welcomed and hugged him as a tranquilizer. Even with Umi Ros who chose to go home early to visit her first daughter-in-law. He went into Vita's room to give her support or support so that Vita does not feel alone.

“Patience, yes, Son. Hearts cannot be forced. Because it is in each other's souls and only they themselves can control it. But believe me, my son can certainly do justice with the two of you,” Umi said after a series of sentences were spoken to him. But unfortunately, none of Vita can catch and get stuck in his mind except for a painful fact.

“Oh Yes Allah .. what is my sin?” Vita groaned half prostrate on the floor at night when it began to approach. “I was caught between destinies that did not understand the slightest bit of my circumstances. And sadly I was powerless to resist other than to accept and show myself, that I was fine. Is it wrong if I ask for justice?”

In the room alone, Vita cried all day until late at night. There was no stopping those eyes were flowing, considering what his new husband and wife were doing right now.

“My world is over!”

***

To be continued.