YOUNG WIFE

LUKA

It means comfortable it turns out not always will feel comfortable. After the inauguration, I grew tired of being in the middle of this formal event. Aiman himself seemed happy with his inauguration. I almost died of my style because I was bored.

 

Moreover, talking about a topic that I do not understand at all, I finally look like a goat congek who listened to the discussion of the elegant and charismatic bhayangkari mothers.

 

To throw away, I give myself permission to get out of the circle of the police mothers here. I went to get a drink and then I meant to get out of the building to get some fresh air. But accidentally, I actually collided with someone to make me almost sprained because of the high heels I was wearing right now.

 

Until I realized something important that I hit someone I just knew yesterday.

 

“Kak Rendi?”

 

“Ka—mu..”.

 

Rendi's sister is trying to remember my name. While she doesn't remember, I intend to run away from her while pretending that I've got people wrong.

 

But just about to run away, suddenly Brother Rendi called me by saying my name completely and correctly.

 

“Mela Iskandar, right?”

 

I pulled my smile. I can't believe he remembers my name.

 

“Iya brother.

 

“Ngapain is here?”

 

Main concubine sister, my inner. Surely I'm here watching the inauguration of the newly appointed police? It is not possible to sell here.

 

“See the inauguration of kak!“

 

I just remembered about the pink shirt! What if he finds out I'm married while in the class profile, I still haven't changed my status to ‘have married'? It could be gossip material on campus!

 

 

“Oh. Me also. That's my papa. Because my mom is dead so I changed it,” the story without me asking.

 

I just realized that I have closed my pink ‘venom’ shirt with Aiman suit that for my size is quite great. The cold air of the room made me shiver, so Aiman took the initiative to give me his suit.

 

“Oh. Wow what a coincidence yes brother.”

 

“Whose are you here?”

 

“Ehm...sama –“.

 

Duh how is it? When I said I'd watch my papa's inauguration again? Aiman could be angry if I told him I was his son. But being a wife is also impossible. It could be a gossip for a class if I'm married at this young age.

 

Just about to answer a question from Rendi's sister, a hand patted my shoulder. I almost punched out who did it until I saw Aiman standing next to me. His face looks flat. He then brazenly embraced me, but I immediately threw it because I did not want Rendi to think that kind of.

 

“Om Aiman!”

 

Brother Rendi greeted Aiman as if they had been close for a long time.

 

“Hai Ren's. How are you?”

 

They shook hands and even greeted each other with a contemporary greeting.

 

“Good! Long time no see? So you're his nephew om Aiman.”

 

Well pas tuh! At my cute age, I fit into a niece, not a wife.

 

“Iya!” I replied while glancing towards Aiman. “You know each other?” my question, diverting the issue.

 

“Iya dong's. I played Raka. But how did I just see you yah?”

 

Quibble. This circle is very worrying.

 

“A —”

 

I quickly cut Aiman's words, “I'm Raka's distant cousin! I—iya bener.”

 

“Oh. Where's the Raka?”

 

“Neither invited!”

 

“Ehm keep Gala well?”

 

Ow hell! He even knew Gala too! Will I survive this lie?

 

“Ren...om same Mela it –“.

 

Standby 1! I had to find an excuse so Aiman wouldn't tell us our true status.

 

“Duh! Pain!” my lament.

 

The two of them immediately looked at me as I cried out in pain. Aiman is still monitoring, while Rendi's brother has moved to pay attention.

 

“Why Mel?”

 

“Kram due to menstruation.”

 

Aiman folded his hands while squinting his eyes at me, “Only you are mens?”

 

“I—iya om.”

 

Hearing me call him by the name of om, Aiman immediately snickered. Maybe if there was no Rendi, she would have curled my neck with her muscular hands.

 

“Ya have a break. There's an emergency clinic here. Want me to take the medicine?” hail Rendi who immediately made me fall in love.

 

There is a guy like Rendi. Most of course the model is kayak Aiman who is indifferent duck.

 

“Neither brother, later I take the medicine myself,” reject me smooth. But the concerned still insist want to go get the medicine.

 

“Nothing. Wait here well.”

 

Brother Rendi really left me with this cop om. As I suspected, Aiman was preparing to cut me, but I quickly made a defense by crossing both hands.

 

“Patience! Be patient! Let adek lelasin.”

 

Aiman withdrew and folded his hands again to listen to my explanation.

 

“Kak Rendi was at my campus. I don't want him to know that I'm married!”

 

Aiman put his hand in his pants pocket. Then raise his eyebrows while looking at me.

 

“You are not married yet. Marriage is already. If we marry, we never have. Duh.now you are menstruating well. Can't dong,” ocehnya that immediately makes me embarrassed.

 

Shame on his confusion!

 

“Hiih! What the hell is that!”

 

Aiman began to draw his face closer to me to be able to align himself with me. Remember that this morning I said Aiman was dashing in his uniform and had just finished trimming his hair? Concerned this close, who is not hot cold?

 

“If you want, we sell it. Wait another week after your period is over, okay?” whispered.

 

 

Oh no! Aiman is becoming more and more.

 

“Wah, even better. Then we'll do it tonight. Or in here? Now?”

 

The more allowed to become! I stepped on his foot wearing those expensive leather shoes. Aiman paused for a moment. At the same time, I escaped through the door that said exit.

 

Damn it with a model husband. Outside the same on the floor is very different. If in front of people calm and down, at home can be super perverted because it likes to show off his body goals.

 

After escaping, I saw a pool outside the building. I chose to go there instead of going in again to meet Aiman the Pervert.

 

Just sitting for a while on the edge of the pool, a voice called out to me from behind. Turns out it was Rendi's brother who actually brought menstrual pain medication.

 

“Loh Mel? How to sit outside?”

 

“I..iya. Sumpek in dalem.”

 

Rendi smiled faintly and then gave me two anti-pain tablets. He also brought his drinks.

 

Wow...there are guys like gini in this day and age well? There is! Kak Rendi's name.

 

“I also daritadi bosen in dalem. Just don't know what to do. Good to see you.”

 

Rendi's sister showed her neat rows of teeth and also her charming dimples. When else try to talk like this with the upperclassman? I only knew one day.

 

“Iya same. I'm also confused about what.” is

 

“Oh yes. You guys stay home?”

 

What kind of question is that? Not if you just know usually it's a light question?  Why choose this department? Or do you like to watch drama and so on?

 

“Iya brother. Because it is not given by the father of mengekos in Jakarta so entrusted to the house om Aiman.”

 

While taking care of her child and fulfilling her needs at home as a wife, connect me in heart.

 

Brother Rendi muttered until the sound of footsteps came closer. I looked over and found Aiman standing behind. Just wanted a closer acquaintance with the upperclassman, could-can come a demon bully. What aps!

 

“Yuk Mel, home.”

 

“Walah. Also straighten your feet. Back off again yah.”

 

“Cannot. Gala waiting at home,” said Aiman did not want to lose. But I knew it was just his wits to get home quickly.

 

“If you hurry let Mela I anter home later. Om can go first because awaited by Gala right?”

 

Yup! Brother Rendi is my helper! I'm sure my face is beaming right now.

 

“Cannot. I also want to go to Mela. Gala section wants to meet you.”

 

Haish! There-there is, anyway!

 

“Iya yes. Sorry brother, I came home first.”

 

“Nothing. I can still see tomorrow.”

 

Aiman's face was straight. Ahaha! Yes, yes, too. You can continue to talk on campus.

 

“OK!”

 

Without the ba-bi-bu, Aiman pulled me until Rendi had completely disappeared from my sight. Arriving in front of the car, I immediately asked to be released from Aiman's grip which was quite decent.

 

“Truly Gala nyariin me?”

 

“Now.”

 

“Teach! So what's bothering people again talking anyway? You chat with Raline also I am justin aja.”

 

“If you object earlier should have reprimanded aja.”

 

“Where to negur, we are really twilight in there, held here the same as tepos.”

 

“Ngatain people tepos emang you never miss?” aveng Aiman does not want to lose.

 

Tensiku. It's good I didn't interfere with his affairs but he did as he pleased interfere with other affairs. It broke the deal!

 

“Yes is still tepos, but I am still in my infancy! Not like tepos has expired!” cynical kataku.

 

Aiman, who had been holding the car door, turned around and turned to me on his waist. I retreated as he moved closer. I knew! He must have wanted to bully me again.

 

“Oh yes? I know how to make you grow fast.”

 

The satan! Peel!

 

My little bag was ready to float into his face. Instead of catching him, Aiman pulled my waist and hugged me tightly. My face was already heated with anger. Just hold hands I don't want to! Now he's even hugging!

 

I think my silat will be out tonight!

 

“Lepasin ?”

 

“If you don't want, what do you want?”

 

“A —"

 

“Cie new manten. Quickly go home sir let more tightly embrace her!”

 

There were other police officers around the parking lot. Aiman turned out to be acting so that we didn't seem to fight. Smart as well! Looking for a chance in the narrow-minded!

 

“Hehee Yes. It's also a quick driver home.”

 

“Be careful sir! See you tomorrow!”

 

“Iya!”

 

“Udah not yet? When are you gonna hug me?”

 

“Not yet. There are still many police passing by,” said Aiman slowly.

 

I find it hard to look around because my head is sinking in the chest of his field. The fragrance of Aiman perfume is really intoxicating. The sensation is the same as being tossed at home. Feels comfortable and.warm.

 

For a long time I thought I was going to fall asleep.