Unexpected Marriage 2 (Married By Accident)

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"For Ma, Pa.." Fabian greeted me kindly while he was in the Khayyara family dining room.

"For Bian." answered both of Khey's parents almost simultaneously.

The two Fabian in-laws who had been sitting on the dining chair gave a friendly smile and then allowed his teenage son-in-law to sit down. They seem to have made their breakfast the next morning.

Fabian nodded and took a seat in the dining chair. "Sorry Bian's late."

"Sir papa. Where's ara?" Papa Khey asked.

"Still showering the thigh. Ara took a long bath." replied Fabian honestly.

After a small debate between himself and Ara after waking up earlier, Fabian finally decided to take a bath first even though he was still sleepy. The sound of Ara's cry made her drowsiness evaporate just like that.

"The boy always catches up in the shower." Mama Maira sounded grumbling.

"Let's just Ma, maybe Ara's still tired. We both still have a holiday permit to this day, right?!" Fabians.

Fabian's two in-laws looked at each other for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"You are right to be a companion to your daughter" said Papa Khey with a sincere smile.

"Papa can, Bian still has a lot to learn from papa." Fabian smiled clumsyly.

"You can, papa's not as good as you think you are." Papa Khey was down.

Soon enough, Papa Khey put down his tablespoon, then wiped his mouth with the eating tissue.

"Eat a lot, don't worry. Enjoy your breakfast at home. Papa go to the office first." Fabian's father-in-law got up from his seat and rubbed Fabian's shoulders slowly.

Fabian smiled.

After that his father-in-law stepped foot to Maira's mother, and left the dining room after kissing his wife's forehead.

Looks like a harmonious family, maybe later I will be the same Ara as well as that. Bian muttered inwardly with a thin smile framing her baby face.

After papa Khey.

"Dian."

"Yes Ma." Fabian said by putting rice on his dinner plate.

"Don't you be honest with Ara, tell me who you really are."

"No Ma, Bian doesn't want to keep Ara stuck with our childhood."

"Don't you tell me who you really are, it will make Ara accept your marriage and make her love you again."

Fabian shakes.

"Let everything go slowly Ma, Allah has made us a match. Bian also believes that God will make us both love each other without having to bring our childhood memories."

Mama Maira looks to be throwing a little rough breath.

"As far as you are, Mama is not forcing. My mother did not interfere either. Mama's sure you're all grown up to have your wedding."

"Thank you Ma."

POV Fabian's.

I was really surprised by the change in my status that suddenly became a husband.

Khayyara Nala Ashanum Hotel.

That's the girl's full name. The girl who a while ago I mentioned her name in the ijab qobul that I pledged in front of the penghulu and the witnesses and both my parents and Khey's parents.

At least I never thought if the girl I always bullied at school would be my soul mate. Even at the age of just a dozen years I never thought my status changed to a husband.

Actually Khey was my little friend Ara, even though she didn't realize who I was. That's why I easily accept and accept when I have to account for the perverted action that is alleged to me as Khey.

Once upon a time when my father was still living in the old house, we were neighbors. After my father's increasingly successful efforts, I decided to move house. Finally we split up, maybe because at the time of the breakup we were young, me and Khey were still in pre-school age so Khey did not remember me.

How do I still remember?

I think there are two ways for us to remember someone: by loving and hating.

By loving we will always remember even the smallest thing is impossible to escape from memory. Even so with hate, with hate we will remember every little thing that makes us always imagine what makes us hate in the person.

And I remember Khey by the way I hated him.

Wh why?

Ara, once the call was pinned on a Khayyara Nala Ashanum from her family.

In the past, I called her Ara like her family said her name at home.

Ara always follows me wherever I go to play, even if I play with a group of boys playing marbles or other boy games.

I was still angry at that time.

"Papa ... later if Aya has become sick, Aya wants Abi .." so Ara called my name "So Aya's squid." with her slurred voice Ara the girl pulled my hand and struggled spoiled. The little girl never hesitated to introduce me as her husband when she met her family members.

Not even reluctant to hold my hand when I play with complex friends or while in preschool school.

There was also an incident of a little girl who was pretentious to me was fighting with a little girl who was the same age as us when the little girl was playing with me.

I still clearly remember their fights that look like a fight between a legitimate wife and actors on the soap opera of the heart of the wife who again mengehits on one of the television stations favored by mothers - mothers complex.

I never even thought that at his age he was small enough, Ara the barbarian girl looked brave even though she had to face one or more girls who did not accept when not allowed by Ara to approach me.

Once Ara challenged a fight to a girl who was more mature than him, just because the girl greeted me while playing in the park around where we lived.

And the fight happened to be won by him, because Ara did not hesitate to grab hair and bite the girl's hand. I even looked in horror at Ara's barbaric behavior.

I can't say if I see Ara fighting in front of me, with whoever it is. I chose to go to call anyone older to separate them.

Not enough with girls, but so with boys who disturb him or disturb me. He's always ready to put up a body. I felt like I was being protected by a barbaric little angel.

And now, now,

It was my turn to put on him, the little barbarian girl I hated the most.

I hate it, so why?

That first!

I used to hate his behavior that seemed to curb my freedom, even more than my parents.

As a boy, certainly very sprained when you want to play freely with your peers whether boy or girl but Ara the little barbarian girl was always limiting my movement.

Inevitably that annoying memory settles in me to make me hate it so much.

But from the bottom of my heart, I can't ignore my concern for him.

One more embarrassing event that trough I remember.

At that time my family and Ara's family were attending a neighbor's wedding.

"Ara also wants to marry Abi" said the little barbarian girl by clasping my palm in front of the pengulu father who had just completed the qobul ijab on our neighbor's bride.

Everyone looked shocked and then laughed at our behavior.

And I .. I who did not expect to experience the embarrassing incident tried to release his hand.

But the barbarian girl pressed her hand on my arm, saying.

"Sir, Aya's squid want this kabul" he said loudly without shame.

Now ...

I forced the barbarian girl to marry me.

POV End

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