You're Not the First

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Basofi asked his wife to lie back down after she finished changing clothes. More precisely forced by threatening his wife if he does not want to obey her he will get a big sin and will be cursed by angels.

Sofiyah could only obey her coercive husband and indeed her body still felt a little weak because of the sadness that tormented her body.

Sofiyah also felt surprised, somehow close to her husband it felt like it could calm her heart and soul. His body also relaxed.

Sofiya realized now only Basofi family he had. A place to lean and share stories. Somehow he had to report the departure of his mom and dad to their extended family because they seemed to have lost contact since the failure of his papa business.

Basofi was not angry when his wife turned her back. He hugged his wife's little body and kissed her hair.

"Aren't you shampooing, Ay?" Babas asked to lower the heat that burned his body because he saw Sofiyah who changed clothes in front of him earlier because of her own request.

Guns eating sir. Now he is hot because there is a rebel behind his pants. It must restrain emotions and also restrain the desires of the man who is now blazing at the center of his boiling point.

"I'm hungry Ay...." Basofi said trying to distract from his wild thoughts. Behind his wife's body, he tried to calm the little guy who was thrashing behind his pants.

"There is cake on the back table" said Sofiyah slightly restrained because the back of her body could feel Basofi's hardened body parts and stuck to her body. Sofiyah tried to act calm as if she did not feel anything when her body reacted to being amused with a curious sensation of wanting to try more.

Basofi holds Sofiyah's hand with a dowry ring she pinned last night.

"You're my wife now. This is the dowry I gave you" Basofi said, raising his wife's hand so they both watched him together.

"What do you want?" Ask Basofi.

"I mean ?" Sofiyah asked back because she did not understand. Aren't they married, why ask dowry now.

"We will legally remarry to let the country and the rest of the world recognize our marriage" Basofi said.

Hearing that Basofi slowly let go of his hand. He remembered his mistake and felt ashamed of the foolishness that had occurred in the past. Now he realized how the tongue was sharper than the sword. As a result of his painful words it still imprints in his wife's heart.

"Sorry...." Basofi said slowly. He did not dare touch Sofiyah again.

Aya seemed to have a chance to turn things around and she did not waste the opportunity. The girl then turned around so that their position was now facing each other.

"It's all because of mommy's will, right?" Tanya Sofiyah was full of emphasis.

Basofi was silent and did not answer his wife's question. Not wanting to deny it but he is also not ready to be frank if he already loves her.

"Can we split up after this?" Tanya Sofiyah wanted to get certainty about her marriage. Will it continue or will be stopped in the middle of the road.

Basofi rounded his eyes, he glared at the woman in front of him. His eyes were red, a sign that he was angry. It was unexpected that he kissed Sofiyah on the lips and **********, no matter what hand Sofiyah was hitting her.

Tok to tok. Tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door made Basofi let go of her lip link and Sofiyah directly rubbed her wet lips and wiped the melted tears on her cheeks.

"Never think that way because I'll never let you go!" Basofi said it with great emphasis then kissed Aya's forehead no matter if she was crying.

"Let's get breakfast ahead! " Said as she pulled the veil in front of Sofiyah's face.

"Assynoltom..." Shouted the person at the door.

"Marine ...." Jerit Basofi resentfully did not want to lose to the person who said greetings.