Why You Should Marry Me

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"Sir Tarman, today you are free" said a warden as he opened the prison cell door for Mr. Tarman.

With a move pak Tarma out of the field that has been in place for the past seven years.

No one picks up or waits for his own mess, because he is an unjust person to the family, so there is no family let alone friends waiting for him at the gate.

Mr. Tarman continued to walk towards his house, a distance of about 10 kilometers from the yard and he had to walk through the dusty and hot sun roads that afternoon.

His stomach also began to hurt because it was time for lunch, but he did not have a fraction of money, only a loin of clothing and some worn cloth was made as a base to protect himself from the cold walls of the prison.

After two hours he walked, finally he arrived at his house, only a mannga tree that was bearing fruit welcomed his arrival in the house.

Mr. Tarman opened the door of his house as thick dust scattered beetebaran around him.

Uhuk... uhuk ...

His steps were more trembling, because in addition to being tired he also felt hungry.

In that empty, uninhabited house there is nothing that can become a bulge of his stomach.

After cleaning his house, he picked a ripe mango hanging in front of the house.

By eating the fruit, instead of his stomach feel full but make it feel painful.

Old hand with wrinkled skin felt his stomach that was sounding.

Creak creak, the old hull was apparently no longer strong to withstand hunger.

There is no other option Mr. Tarman sells the goods in his house to survive.

Because it has not been used for a long time some electronic devices were damaged can not be used anymore.

All the damaged goods he collected were then sold to the collectors of used goods near his house.

A fan, a rise cooker, a television and a refrigerator are only valued at 50 thousand silver by the collectors.

With trembling hands, Mr. Tarman received the money.

"Fifty thousand, until when can I survive with this kind of money" he murmured.

"It's the most important thing today that I can eat, so I can find a job" he murmured.

After buying rice wrap in a warteg pak Tarman energy began to recover, he rested by lying down, his mind floated thinking about how he could connect life, so he could connect, former prisoners seem to find it very difficult to find a job.

Tired of giving birth to everything, he fell asleep on his couch.

The next day Mr. Tarman woke up when azan shubuh reverberated, seven years in prison made him insyaf and learned a lot about religion.

After performing his prayers, Mr. Tarman went to the market to find work.

But the presence of Mr. Tarman there is only a scorn, there are even some of them who swear by Mr. Tarman who has sold his own children.

Mr. Tarman approached a grocer in a traditional market near his home, Mr. Tarman used to sell tempe in the market, but because of his bad war made many market residents like him.

"  Sir, can you give me a job? I need a job, Mr. Tarman told a sembako dealer.

"Oh you?! criminals like you should stay away from here, I might get unlucky for hiring you!" hardik Pak Agus to Mr. Tarman.

Not only in the place of Mr. Agus, Mr. Tarman also got scorn from other market residents.

Ih, back here he is, pity his daughter was sold with him, snorted a woman when Mr. Tarman passed in front of them.

Realizing his presence was no longer accepted in that place, Mr. Tarman came home with a sad heart

Sadness and guilt towards his daughter reappeared, making him long to meet the princess who he had wasted.

Mr. Tarman realized that he was the cause of his daughter's suffering from childhood.

He was so selfish and had no affection that his father should have poured out on him.

Because he did not find the job, Mr. Tarman came home.

Then crying.

Mr. Tarman leaned against the weathered walls of his home like his old body regretting his deeds when he was young.

***

Aira woke up and immediately sat on her bed when she felt someone calling her.

"Mr?"Aira's guman.

" Daddy what about my father, why suddenly I think of him," inner Aira.

"It's been seven years since you were in prison maybe you've been out of jail, pity your father must be alone, have no job, have no mistress I have to see him immediately.

Aira got out of bed and fulfilled her duty as a servant, preparing breakfast for her and her daughter.

Today is Alia's first day of school, she and Aldi have made an appointment to take their child to school this morning.

Because there was no morning service, Aira wore her free clothes, wearing black baggy pants and magenta colored bloues made her look like a young mama.

At half-seven a handsome man and kece knocked on her door, making Aira forced to comment on the smile of admiration to the man who had given her a daughter.

Enter first mas I make milk chocolate, said Aira while opening the door.

"Where's alia, baby?"ask Aldi.

"Maybe he was wearing his clothes" said Aira without looking, he went straight to the kitchen.

Aira poured hot water into a clear glass glass, suddenly she was shocked by Aldi's hand coiled in her stomach.

Aldi hugged Aira from behind, "I can't wait to make you my wife" she whispered fondly to Aira's ears.

"Hm, wait a little why the hell mas, wait six years just strong, the waiting time is soon ngak strong," said Aira.

"But until when dear, can-can be the mermaid moldy because too long in the wine," asloh Aldi.

They also laughed a little.

"Ah why is the mermaid getting moldy, but not in cleanin huh?" asked Aira with a small laugh.

"Dear, the wall alone if taken for seven years can be moldy, let alone the mermaid," Aldi said again.

"Hm, just like birds and walls, just look at the face like a wall he he," he continued

"Aira let go of Aldi's embrace, the breakfast is Mas," Aira said as she offered Aldi a glass of chocolate milk.

"Darling after bringing Aira home we got a whip?"Aldi.

"Ehm what's Mas?"ask Aira.

"We fittings bridal clothes, for the reception and for the wedding, this time I want to hold a massive reception for our wedding dear, you want it." said Aldi while patting Aira's shoulder.

"Ehm, but Mas-"

"Sadly the preparation of the wedding took months, Heru only got her wedding in the retreat of a month, because two months is not enough to prepare for the wedding, we should prepare from now, we prepare from now, so when we find your mother, we can get married immediately, who knows in a few days, your mother we can find ", said Aldi.

"Ehm, hopefully Mas, but before that we meet my father first" Aira said.

Aldi smiled as he hugged Aira, "Definitely baby, this time I will bring my extended family to propose to you again, not one hundred million, one billion I can pay the dowry," aldi said with a little laugh.

"Ha ha, mas sih Mas. has been widowed too. ngak nawar again ?" canda Aira by putting her hand on Aldi's shoulder.

"Not the slightest nawar. "cetus Aldi.

The two of them smiled happily, imagining the happy day.

Aldi hooked a few strands of Aira's hair on his earlobes, with a happy smile he brought his face closer slowly trying to kiss the soft lips that were in front of him.

Aldi's face was getting closer to him.he closed his eyes trying to enjoy Aldi's fondling, but not only did the two lips meet and touch, Alia had shouted from inside the room out of the room.

"Mother's father, Alia is ready!"

They also let go of his embrace and did not become like a kiss ria.

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