YOUNG WIFE

COLD

We finally reached Aiman's mother's house to pick up Gala. At this hour, Gala must be asleep.

Not felt indeed, the inauguration event held from morning must end until seven pm. The eating and talking ended until ten. Giman fencing ruined my face because of powder?

It is certain that tomorrow will definitely grow pimples.

And oh yeah! All the way to my mother's house, we both kept silent. This all happened because Aiman was bending me in the car park. It was comfortable because it was the first time it felt hugged the life roll, suddenly Aiman pushed me violently to end it. He was the one who first hugged! But I was like sugar cane! Sweet was thrown away.

“Why else anyway?”

“Come home,” command that directly rotate to the steering seat.

When we got to my mom's house, we were still silent. I don't know what he's been thinking since, which is obviously I'm tired from today's activities. I don't want to make a fuss!

“Udah home? How to cepet?” ask Alina, Aiman's sister.

She and her husband live in this big house. The reason is definitely to take care of an old mama and start getting sickly.

“That's indelible or how kak?”

I feel that way too. Did we go home too long?

“Neither quipped. It's a lot of time for alone. You guys haven't had a honeymoon since getting married yesterday, have you?”

I coughed at her brother Aiman's words. It feels a bit different in the direction of this conversation.

“Oh it has a schedule. Now can't because I also start the first task tomorrow,” Aiman responded while glancing at me.

What the hell! His mind goes there! Anyway I don't want to! For the next four years I still want a tingting virgin!

“Wah very dear. If it's time just to say so let Gala mbak take care.”

Ayah!

“Which way kak?” ask me to divert the conversation.

“Udha sleeping daritadi. Tired because play continues.”

Here it is certain that Gala was brought in. If there is mbak Alina, why must insist for nyari babysitter anyway? Can be placed here. Especially to have to marry a virgin like me. I'm starting to suspect the same om-om intentions on this one!

We entered a large central room. At the end of the room there was a lot of stuff piled up. It looks like the boxes have their contents and are quite heavy. Next to him was a glass door that connected the other room again. I couldn't see it because our goal was to get to the straight room that passed through the glass door. Maybe because I glanced in that direction, Brother Alina explained without asking.

“There employee workplace.”

“Hah? What work kak?”

“Disability tailors. At six in the afternoon they just came home.”

“Sit?” I'm still confused. Or my brain doesn't catch this conversation.

“The big boxes are rolls of fabric that are still in the form of materials. Alina's mom Muslim dress designer. And tailors of the disabled,” explained Aiman.

I'm dumbfounded. It turns out that sister Alina has a proud small business. Very cool!

His work was also shown to me. In the comfortable room there is a glass cabinet lined with Muslim clothes that have been ready to be produced and sold. Kak Alina said she also collaborated with the brand of one of the artists who opened her Muslim clothes business as well.

The premium material makes the seams also look expensive and elegant. Price is not asked. In the barcode is written from the price of hundreds of thousands to tens of millions.

Beh!

I'll take another look at my question as to why Gala wasn't signed here. That must be because Aiman does not want Gala to disturb the buk de his work.

“Great cool brother,” praise me.

“Alhamdulillah.”

Alina opened the glass cabinet and took one of her works. He then matched it to me and gave it away for free.

“Make you. I think it's fitting.”

Muslim clothes worth one phone was given to me. I refused because I was shaking about receiving such a good gift.

“No need to mbak. It's omnipotence.”

I looked towards Aiman. The man nodded while paying attention.

“Take aja. I was also curious how the figure of Mela the Medan thug wearing a shirt covered with her veil.”

Heh! I also used to wear hijab yah!—Gulku in heart. Rarely wear the hijab.

“Why do you talk to his own wife?” Go to the back. Mom nungguin.”

After Alina walked first, I glanced at the snide om sompret while threatening her. Like the words ‘Awas aja if you ledekkin I continue. You will die!’ with a finger movement cut off the neck. The one I was threatening me back. I then ran after Alina's brother to take cover from the attack of Satanirojim.

“Ma..ini they just came home.”

His mother Aiman was sitting watching television with her son-in-law. His name is Baran. He looks simple and pious. Seen from his appearance and his friendly and polite attitude. Makes me compare these perverted creatures beside me.

“You've had dinner?”

Aiman nudged my arm to answer the question from his mother. I glanced at him cynically.

“U—alah ma.”

“If so rest first, new tomorrow go home.”

Huh uh? Tomorrow then?

“Kok tomorrow Ma? We want to go home now,” said Aiman who this time his heart is the same as my heart.

Mama seemed to reject Aiman's proposal. Mama told us to stay here last night.

“Gala has gone to sleep. Pity if it was built. Nginep last night here, tomorrow morning just come home,” he said firmly. Seems like they don't want to be disputed.

I gulped my own saliva at the word of the most influential person in this house. Sis Alina can only smile at the corner with her husband. Inevitably I and Aiman obeyed his mother's request to stay overnight because Aiman did not dare to refute the woman who had given birth to him.

“Mbak has many change clothes kok.”

“Iya mbak,” I replied down.

I waited in front of her room which happened to be not so far from Aiman's room when she was single. While handing over the change of clothes, I also got the key from Aiman's room. I immediately gave it to Aiman who was chatting casually with his brother-in-law, mas Baran.

“Mandi gih.”

“Ya. I'm authorized to use your room.”

He said in the room there was a bathroom too. So yes already, I chose to shower in Aiman's room instead of using the guest bathroom. The room was cleaned routinely. There was no dust in this room. Even fragrant as often occupied.

Not too different from the rooms in the house there, this room is also predominantly gray and white. There is one single bed, table and shelf containing all kinds of books there. It turns out Aiman's hobby is reading books too. I think his hobby is jahilin people.

This room looks more comfortable because there is a large window connected to the front yard of the house. The lighting is good too. A comfortable room. Especially built in an ancient house that is still well maintained.

“Mandi first ah. Before the sompret took a shower.”

I immediately rushed over. For about ten minutes, I came out of the bathroom. Once out, I was surprised by the figure of Aiman who was taking off his police uniform. He still left his singlet shirt on the body, but why am I so cold looking at him like that?

Ah shit!

“Hei! Undressing in bathroom dong!” I closed my eyes with both hands. But I admit, if I watch it again through the cracks of my fingers.

Aiman didn't seem to care about my warning. He even let go of the only cover he wears on the body with a movement that is so slow motion in my opinion.

“Emang why the hell? I undressed also in front of my own wife,” her bracelet while passing me to immediately enter the bathroom.

Double ****!

I really died a flea because of it.

Especially now that we are trapped in a room together. Gala sleeps with her oma. Outside was already deserted because the residents started to enter their respective rooms. I might be hanging out alone outside. Want to not want me to go back into the room after I ran away when Aiman took a bath.

Aiman is seen sitting relaxed while playing his game. I stared at the single bed horror he occupied. It looks smaller than it does at home. Sofa nothing that means me and he had to sleep one bed? Finish me!

“Ngapain standing there? Here..sleep next to om,” said Aiman while patting the empty area beside him.

I stared at the horror of her who seemed to be relaxing lying there. Especially hearing his words just now. Is he going to attack me tonight like he said on the show?

“I slept outside deh.”

“Oh so daritadi you thought about this?” Aiman glanced at the empty part next to him. “Emang dare to sleep outside? This old house loh.”

What the hell does that mean?

“You mean?”

“Udah ordinary here there are strange sounds every mallem. If you do not believe in just a moment,” said Aiman scared me.

No need to think twice, I immediately turned the direction from the one that was originally in front of the door to exit the room to turn to the bed. I lay down and turned my back on the man. I don't want to see him laugh at me.

“Stop laughing!” my orders. But Aiman who was lying behind me was reluctant to stop him.

“Reacted thugs Medan scared too.“

I turned cynically towards him, “Emang no one is afraid of the devil? Everyone is scared too!”

“There are many,” reply while smiling softly.

“Auk deh!”

“That's it –“

I sat down to explain this misunderstanding, “I didn't sulk! Oh yea! This is the first warning well, don't hug me just now. And this..”

I made a delusional delimitation line. Aiman sat down to listen to me babbling at midnight.

“....our limits. Watch out for you if you break the restrictions!”

After saying that, Aiman even deliberately put his foot on my pillow which means crossing the line that I have been left. I glanced at him.

“Eits! Don't –“

“Emang wrong well hug his own wife?”

I was suddenly mute.

“If you want, I should be able to do anything with you because you are my wife.”

Aiman started to get closer, making alarms in my head shriek.

Ow hell! Why is the situation like this?

“Ya can not be arbitrary so dong, we are just a husband and wife lie!” I retreated and Aiman got closer.

“Who are we lying to? We have a complete marriage license. In the eyes of religion and law we are legitimate.”

Die me! It's getting to be-so o'm this sompret.

Slowly I moved back on the bed, Aiman's face was just a little off my face. There was nothing I could throw or smash into his perverted face until I resigned and closed my eyes.

Suddenly Aiman's hand was on my waist. Just like what he did in the parking lot today. I felt her touch and opened my eyes.

“You backed off to where? If I do not hold it, you can look back,” he said and I reflex to look back. And he's right. A little more I almost fell. But that's not the reason she can keep advancing her face on me, is it?

“Hey....we...too close,”.

My heart is also no longer made because of it. I was suddenly weak with those eyes. I did nothing to attack him.

“Bapace Mel.”

I gasped again. This time I decided to look at him for longer. I was swept away in Aiman's gaze that I couldn't understand. Soft gaze? Likey? The darling? Or napsu?

Before I could think any further, Aiman instantly tightened his body and tightened his grip on my waist. Just like in the car park. The difference is, Aiman continued to look at me and soon close his lips to mine.

Just sticking and as light as a feather, but it makes me like letting out hot steam in a kettle of boiling water. Time seems to stop too. It should be when he kisses me like this, I have to kick, punch, slap or whatever to keep him away. But I was silent and surprised. I also just realized, my first kiss fell on this perverted om-om.

“Sleep. Tomorrow I have first service,” he said.

Huh uh? What was that just now? She said sleep? After snatching my first kiss, he said he told me to go to sleep?

Aiman took off his embrace and started lying down while closing his eyes.

She smiles. Yep! Aiman smiled triumphantly!

Gusti's forgiveness! Mother.father..your son is no longer holy. These lips have been tainted by my husband's impersonation. Next he could do something else. Punten...aing kudu kumaha? – said the sundanese.