Deepest Love
The Part 16

I don't feel like my forced marriage is 2 weeks old. Every day I spend on campus and in the house, sometimes also hanging out when it is saturated. Actually Mr. Faiz also told me to mingle with the neighbors, only I did not want to. Not not unwilling to get acquainted, just do not want if later I am reviewed with many questions. Ordinary, mothers like to talk about other people's life problems.

Yet, I don't know? Today I want to go outside to greet the neighbors. I went out of the house and was about to pick up sandals on my shoes. Suddenly someone wrapped one hand around my stomach and held me from behind. I turned my head and it turned out to be Mr. Faiz.

"Sir Faiz what the hell? You forgot your promise, huh? Really nasty part anyway, play hug in any place!" I occasionally scratched Mr. Faiz's chest to channel my annoyance. I was really surprised by it.

"Go in!"

"Well?" My toot.

"We're talking inside."

"What do you want to talk about?" my many.

"come in, Fi!"

Me and Mr. Faiz went inside the house.

"Now what!" I said.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to say hello to the neighbors. Notya Mr. Faiz always told me to mingle with the neighbors. You should be happy!"

"Yes, I always tell you to blend in and I'm happy if you do. But not with your clothes exposed! I forbid you to come out in this kind of clothes!" Her speech.

I saw my own clothes. I wore hot pants and plain clothes that were quite tight, but I think my clothes are mediocre, because every day I also always dress like this and Mr. Faiz did not forbid me at all.

"What's wrong sir? Every day I'm like this."

"Look at your pants! Very short, your entire thighs are almost visible. And look at your clothes! Very tight, your printed body shape is very clear. I do not forbid you to dress like this, if you are at home. Not outside the house!" His word.

I looked suspiciously at Mr. Faiz. I smell the scent of jealousy here.

"Here, tell me Mr. Faiz is jealous, right, if anyone sees my body shape?"

"Yes, I am jealous and I am not sincere if anyone sees your body shape except me. And if I can I want you to go in the hijab, but I don't want to force you."

Without saying a word I walked into the room. If Mr. Faiz had spoken, it would have seemed to have lost all my energy.

"Wear those long pants, Fi!" Her speech.

"Not so. I've been hunted males," I replied without looking at Mr. Faiz.

I lay my body on the bed. Bored, I decided to go to sleep.

When I wake up, I feel uncomfortable at the bottom of the belly button.

"Duh, come this month," I murmured.

I checked it and sure enough, blood was already filling my panties. I opened a closet to pick up the new. And I just remembered, if I didn't have a sanitary pad.

"Sir! Mr Faiz!" My yelling.

There's no word from Mr. Faiz.

"Sir Faiz!" My screams are louder than before.

"Yes, one minute!" The answer.

Mr. Faiz opened the door.

"What's wrong?" Ask.

"I'm mens, buyin pads!"

"Oh, yes. A moment."

Mr. Faiz left the room and went straight to buy a sanitary pad. I was waiting for him in the bathroom, but he never came.

"Ih, long time ago. Buy a sanitary pad in Arabia like this guy," I murmured.

Not long after, Mr. Faiz finally came too. He ran towards me with a big black crackle, I don't know what it is?.

"Over so long sir?"

"Yes, sorry. I mentioned which bandage, so long ago," he replied.

"Where?"

Mr. Faiz handed the big crackle to me. Iopenit. My eyes bulged when I saw some pads with different brands and shapes.

"Why so much sir? Mr Faiz wants to sell?"

Mr. Faiz scratched his nape.

"I'm afraid I picked the wrong one, so I bought it all." He said with a smile.

I rolled lazy eyeballs. I immediately closed the bathroom door and started cleaning***********, I also took a shower because it was late afternoon.

After cleaning, I came out of the bathroom. Surprised, usually at this hour Mr. Faiz is busy cooking. Where's she?

Not wanting to get too dizzy, I walked towards the room. When I got to the door, I saw Mr. Faiz looking for something in the closet.

"Sir? Mr Faiz what's the matter?" My toot.

"I'm choosing a good outfit for you." Speak without stopping his activities.

"Make what?"

Now Mr. Faiz stopped fiddling with his closet and turned to look at me.

"My friend got married and I was invited. I'm looking for a dress that's right for you." He said with a full smile.

"Not talking about yesterday? And why wear a robe?"

"Hehe. I forgot to tell...I'd like to see you put on a robe, you're definitely more beautiful!" Mr. Faiz returned to pick out the robe in the closet.

I walked up to him and saw what he would choose. Indeed, in this closet there are some gamis and hijab, I did not ask the ready belong to these gamis? I feel like these games belong to Mr. Faiz's first wife. Before long, Mr. Faiz found a plain pink pastel with a flower picture under the side of the dress.

"God is so good. It's gonna suit you." Mr. Faiz handed the robe to me.

This game is beautiful and elegant. But this is the robe of Mr. Faiz's first wife. How will he be angry?.

"I'm Dad, have permission with Mr. Faiz's wife, if I wear the dress?" My toot.

Mr. Faiz frowned.

"Wife? Which wife, my wife just you?" Said.

"Yes, Mr. Faiz's first wife."

Notya replied, Mr. Faiz even laughed giggling.

"I laugh instead" I said.

Mr. Faiz stopped his laughter.

"It turns out you still misunderstood Fi? Hear. I have no wife but you, my wife is just you, you are my only wife, nothing else!" Mr. Faiz's words were full of pressure.

I'm still silent. I looked into Mr. Faiz's eyes, and his eyes didn't lie.

"Keep that photo? The woman who walked with the Father at that time?" I pointed to the photo on the wall.

Mr. Faiz saw the photo.

"This woman, she's my sister, she's a year younger than you. And what you saw yesterday was also him. His name is zahra" said Mr. Faiz.

I'm still quiet, I don't think Mr. Faiz is lying. If he has another wife, why hasn't he been invited here? And Mr. Faiz always sleeps here.

"Sir Faiz doesn't lie, does he?" Me, sure.

"No Shofia. My wife is just you and there will be no other." His words are very convincing.

"Okay, I believe."

Mr. Faiz smiled brightly.

"You'll wear this robe. We're leaving ba'da maghrib."

.........~

I'm done getting ready. I went out of the room to see Mr. Faiz was ready.

"Sir?"

Mr. Faiz looked over. Notya praised, he even frowned.

"Why?" I asked that I did not feel good to see Mr. Faiz's expression.

"Not wearing a hijab?" Ask.

"Do you have to?" Plain ask.

Mr. Faiz did not answer. He walked closer smiling. Mr. Faiz pulled a little up my sleeve. He led me back into the room. Mr. Faiz is looking for something in the closet.

"Meet," he said.

Mr. Faiz took out a large, colorful hijab in line with the robe I was wearing.

"Wear this!" Mr. Faiz gave me the hijab.

"The hijab is great sir." My protest. This hijab is very big. The back dangled until it covered my butt while the length of the front to my navel.

"It's just right, not great. 'And the model is like this Shofi."

"It must be hot sir, it's complicated too" I said.

"No. Even later the night wind will not enter and of course you will be more beautiful. Trust me, you know" Mr. Faiz continued to persuade me.

I gave up and put on the hijab. Because not too intent, finally many children visible hair. I'm trying to tidy it up.

"I'm sorry" said Mr. Faiz.

Suddenly his hands stretched out and confirmed my hijab. I could only look at him and look at him. A smile always adorned his handsome face... Well, to be honest, Mr. Faiz's face is indeed handsome and cool if viewed constantly.

"Done. Oh my God, look at you getting more beautiful, don't you?" Praise Mr. Faiz. He led me to walk in front of the mirror. And yeah, I think my appearance is pretty good.

"Yes already. Let's go," he said.

We both headed to the event. To be honest I was a little stubborn, the article is the first time I attended an event with Mr. Faiz. About 30 minutes drive, we finally arrived at the destination. There are a lot of people who come to attend this event. Maybe because he was a teacher so many people knew him.

Mr. Faiz put his bike down.

"Come," said Mr. Faiz.

Me and Mr. Faiz go hand in hand, but we don't touch each other.

Just in the parking lot have many people who greet him and ask who I am?. I thought, if Mr. Faiz and I continue to be this kind of nonchalant and unfriendly, people would think his wife is troubled. Understandably, if there are problems in the household, people will blame his wife.

"Sir?" My whisper.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Em, even this Mr. Faiz can hold my hand. Ehh, not GR just yet. It's just imaging!" My speech.

Suddenly the smile of toothpaste came out. Mr. Faiz clasped my hand without saying anything.

"That's so happy," I comforted.

We entered the wedding venue. Honestly, this is my first time attending an outdoor wedding, usually I attend a wedding inside the building.

Suddenly there was a voice calling Mr. Faiz's name.

"Sir Faiz!"

3 Girls approached us.

"So right, if Mr. Faiz is married. Mr. Faiz is so! I told you, wait another 1 year after that we will get married. Why is Mr. Faiz so impatient!" Say one of the girls with teary eyes.

"Eca. You are a child, your future is long. Think of your school first, reach for your goals. Don't be like this!" Soft Speech Mr. Faiz.

"Bad Faiz is evil!" Say it and go straight away.

"Eat him, don't spread charm! Look at that guy's kid made to cry!" My lips.

"I'm not a charm, I'm charming" he said.

"That's a narcissist!" My words shudder amusedly.

Mr. Faiz is just giggling.

"Yes let's sit down, and then we'll get some food" he asked.

We were sitting in a chair not far from the ground.

"Where do you eat?" Ask.

"Em, just sit down."

Mr. Faiz went to get some food and drinks. Mr. Faiz took one plate of satay and another one of rice and side dishes, and two glasses of water.

We eat the food we choose. Somehow when I saw Mr. Faiz eat, I wanted to try it.

"Enak Sir?" My speech.

"Yes-"

"You want to add more," he continued.

"No ah, shame to know. Later assumed greedy," I said.

"No, or did you just eat mine?" Her speech.

"Em, Mr. Faiz has a toothbrush, right?" My toot.

"Have I smelled bad? You rant? It must have been dong Fi."

I'm just nagging. I took Mr. Faiz's spoon and scooped his rice.

"Nake?" Ask.

"Lumayan."

After we finished eating, we approached the brides to congratulate them and give them envelopes. After that we walked to the parking lot. In the middle of the street, someone called Mr. Faiz.

"Lz!" Say that guy.

A man of Faiz's age approached us.

"How are you?" Ask the guy.

"Alhamdulillah, fine." Said Mr. Faiz.

The man saw Mr. Faiz from the ground up.

"You're still the same, rich, not successful. Is this the result of your noble intentions? Life is poor, not forward-looking" said the man.

"Who is he?" That guy's been following me.

"She's my wife" replied Mr. Faiz.

"Wife? Where did you get your beautiful wife? You kidnapped her Dad? Or do you use it? Ma'am don't want to be with him, he's kere, kolot, cupu. Mending same-"

"You?" I cut him off he said.

"You're smart" he said.

"Don't go too far Za!" Said Mr. Faiz.

"I'm outrageous? That's right." Say that guy.

"Em, maybe people are money, have a lot of houses, luxury cars. Only, the mouth of the mas lemes, like a woman, later if we debate, I lose again, I do not like. And, sorry-sorry, said yah. Although you guys are beautiful, but the face of the mas is much older. Later I was afraid I was thought to be married to Aki-aki again, I don't like it. Yaudah, we go home yuk! For a long time here we will hear the bucket leaking again," I said.

Mr. Faiz took out his motorbike in the parking lot and the man just silently stared. When Mr. Faiz drove his bike, I stuck my tongue out at the man to mock him. He's still on the spot.

"Ck, you weak mantal, your mouth lemes," I murmured.