White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Requesting Ration

Yasmin smiled widely, as her eyes stared at a memo she had written and she stuck it on the door of her mother's room, Inora. Time has shown almost midnight, and this is the first time he will go out in the middle of the night like this, especially with Aksa, without saying goodbye to parents and just leaving a message via memo.

Among still unbelieving and believing, Yasmin felt that she had become the wife of Aksa, a blue-blooded man of Praja Bekti descent, becoming the son-in-law of Hanum and Azkara, as well as the granddaughter of Jelita and Radhi.

Yasmin steps slowly while closing the door and locking it with a spare key. The quiet atmosphere was silent and Aksa called one of the guards standing guard near Inora's house, to control her from a distance.

Radhi's business enemies can't be said for a bit. It could be that Aksa was harmed and taken prisoner by one of them. Yasmin could be a hostage.

"Actually, where are we going, Aksa? It's already night. I'm afraid if I'll do something with both of us. You will definitely be beaten again by your Oma." Yasmin shuddered in horror at the thought of Jelita getting angry again.

"Oma won't be mad at me, Yasmin. Believe this. He's gentle actually, it's just that when he's angry, he likes to lose control and if he hits, he doesn't play games."Tukas Aksa later.

"Then, where are we going?"

"Walk around to make you sleepy and we can sleep. Just tell me if you start getting sleepy. I'll be home soon." added Aksa while driving his car through the streets of the quiet capital, unlike in the crowded daylight.

"Yes God. If this is the name, you don't have a job." Imbuh Yasmin later.

"What about your headache? And also.... The hull?" Ask Aksa then. He was a little hesitant actually, hesitant and anxious if later Yasmin was big-headed and thought Aksa was worried about him.

The curious feeling of the figure of Yasmin, now no longer hot because Aksa has married Yasmin. But still, Aksa wants Yasmin not to be sick anymore. The two with Yasmin, secretly enough to make Aksa comfortable, but he was quite naive and did not realize it.

When Aksa was in bed with Yasmin, do not ask how foreign emotions were already entrenched in Aksa's heart. The young man felt his heart pounding uncontrollably, his blood rushing violently, enough to prove that he was in love with Yasmin. But unfortunately, Aksa still does not understand what he feels.

For the definition of a love of his own for Aksa, it is taboo.

"Slightly improved. The pain in my stomach was already a little relieved after taking the medicine earlier. But the dizzy in the head is still there." Yasmin said slowly, pointing at her head.

"Will I take it to the doctor? Coincidentally the family doctor Praja Bekti is a relative of om Seno, the husband of Aunt Luna." Aksa asked as her eyes remained focused on the street in front of her.

"This shaman? My God, Aksa. let others rest." Yasmin was inexhaustible with her husband who liked to do things according to his own will. Don't you know if he won't be served by a doctor?

"But he's my family's doctor, Yasmin. It doesn't matter if I call her. That sick person is you, my wife. So there's no reason for her to refuse me, and again, my family's already paid the price." Aksa replied, looking relaxed.

"Oh no-no. Not necessary. I just need to rest and re-organize my diet. Everything will come back easily. So you don't have to worry."

"Squeaky. I can't worry about you. Who are you? Don't get big heads. I'm like this too because I don't want opa to scold me for not taking care of you."

Hearing Aksa's indifferent sentence, made Yasmin snort bitterly. Basic, that was obviously Aksa worried, but still the man denied it.

"I want to eat fried noodles. Can't you? I'm like, a little hungry." Yasmin held onto her stomach which was indeed sounding shamefully.

"Fried noodles? Whatisit? What's fried noodles like those on those streets?" Aksa's question doesn't understand. During this time, Aksa never eat and taste street food, because all this time he ate pasta.

"Yes, I want to eat near the front fork. I hope it's still open." Yasmin. No doubt, Aksa immediately pulled her car over near a roadside tent stall. It seems that some young people are hanging out there and the arrival of Aksa-Yasmin is the center of attention.

"For what? Is two hundred million not enough for you?" aksa asked while raising her eyebrows.

"I don't have an ATM card. Give me two pieces of red money."

"Let me pay later. You don't think about that."

"Ish..." Yasmin clucked dislikes. "Just give. Or like this, I borrowed it first and will return it to you tomorrow. Hurry." The handsome man took out his wallet and gave Yasmin two red sheets of money, not wanting to argue with Yasmin and ended up ruining her mood.

"Thank you." Yasmin moved from her seat, she headed towards the brother of the fried rice seller and ordered fried noodles for all the young people who were hanging out there.

"You, what do you want, Yasmin. Don't act and don't ruin my mood at night like this."

"Sorry, Aksa. But I just want to share for those who need to eat like us. Look, with your two-sheet money, it's nothing to you, but it's worth it to those who can't eat. Never be afraid to share, your treasure will never run out if you buy ten people here, one note from you, who knows it is very valuable for those who lack to eat and drink clean water."

Yasmin smiled sweetly. One fact that Aksa just realized, Yasmin is a very generous person. His heart was sincere and clean, in stark contrast to most girls in the city. From this, Aksa feels Yasmin a kind-hearted girl and another of the others.

"If you say it from the beginning, I won't prevent it like that. You're so generous, Yasmin." Tukas Aksa later.

"Thank you." Tympano Yasmin. "I'm from a simple family, Aksa. Ever late to eat because mom never received money from dad due to late salary, I've felt it."

"Oh my God, really? You're so good."

"certain."

"Then if your husband asks you for your first night's ration tonight, I'm sure you'll give him. You're a generous girl?"

Yasmin was in great shock.The girl was unprepared and never imagined if Aksa made her a true wife by serving her.

'Jeez, you're dead in a minute, Yasmin."

Yasmin's inner whisper in the heart.

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So in the mintain ration really isn't it, Yasmin?

Ah, Aksa really.......

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Wait for the next part tomorrow, okay? Bye for all my dear brothers and sisters. 🤩🥰