
“I've said before, right? Our relationship is husband and wife, not employer and servant. If my parents knew I treated you like that, I could die at their hands, let alone my papa. So..please in error yes.” Abraham.
“But, as..wife also, I..
“And also do not talk formally like that ah. I am afraid I heard it. Use informal language only, like me and you, so.” Abraham cut Bellova's speech.
“But I..
“Aduh Bellova, you ask but-but the hell? Is it hard to be a wife? Besides, I'm not telling you to do anything heavy and embarrassing. You weren't like this when you talked to me.” Abraham
explaining his return, although a little emotional because of the stubbornness of Bellova, especially Abraham who was very tired.
“Ma.sorry say..aku. I'm sorry.” Reply Bellova.
“Well, that's dong. If you're hard, I can be even harder.” Abraham.
Bellova lowered her face, feeling guilty.
“But you don't worry, even if we get married impromptu kayak tofu round in the fry impromptu, believe me, I'm not messing with that called marriage. Married without love or affection. It could be, it could be,
over time there will be love between us.” Abraham was serious.
Tests.tes..
“Loh, how did you cry anyway? What have I done?” Abraham was surprised to see Bellova crying in his silence.
Bellova rubbed her cheeks and nose.
“If it's okay, why are you crying? Are you hungry? You wanna pee? You thirsty?” Abraham panicked.
Bellova shook her head, still crying.
Abraham looked for a place to stop, seeing the state of Bellova.
“Are you tired? You wanna go to bed? Hm? What's up?” Abraham asked after parking his car, trying to persuade Bellova to tell him a story.
The more persuaded, Bellova the harder it is to control her tears. Abraham felt hurt and felt guilty.
He pulled a tissue, wiped Bellova's tears.
“You if you have any difficulties, just talk. Is there something rude I did to you? If there is, I'm sorry. I have no rough intentions with you. My face and my speech are harsh, but I'm not
meant to hurt you loh.” Abraham explained himself.
“Not you wrong Pa.. Bram. I just feel guilty and consider it inappropriate to be your wife. You should marry me, because of my own problems. Hhiks.. Hix..Hiks.” Crying Bellova.
“Padahan, with your education position, you could have married a woman who is equal to you, no.unlike..me, who...who is only..graduation SD only, hiks...hiks..”.
Bellova kept telling stories, wiping her tears and her nasal water. Abraham kept silent while watching the woman. Leave it until she is satisfied crying. He folded his hands in front of his chest, the position of their car was parked on the left side of the road.
Sometimes Abraham gave Bellova a new tissue, and the woman received it while wiping her tears. There was a tickling sense for Abraham to see his mannerisms. She tried to hold back her laughter, not wanting Bellova to feel bad and embarrassed again.
“This woman. His mind is too far away. Either he's innocent and innocent or. I don't mind getting married to her either. Why does he feel guilty?” Abraham said in his heart.