Married a Former Inmate

Married a Former Inmate
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'She again? What does he really want?' angrily Aris in heart as she saw the person who was bothering her was Wawan.


"I just want to get married, you're not married anymore. Don't macem in this house!" wawan said half-threatening.


"Yeah, I know kali mas too. Don't worry," replied Aris annoyed.


Wawan wanted to look into the room, but was immediately expelled by Aris. "If you don't have any more needs, please go!" drive Aris away while closing the door to her room.


"Why?" dinda asked while looking at Aris's face.


"Mas Wawan Din. Why does he keep bothering us?" aris asked half frustrated.


Dinda speechless. 'That's because Wawan likes me. That's why I ran away from home first. But now, Dinda doesn't know anymore. Moga he no longer feel the same Dinda, because he was also married, ' Dinda's inner a little worried.


"I don't know mas," replied Dinda gloomily.


'Actually I know Din, Wawan likes you. But as your husband, I would never let anyone ruin our household. You will remain mine Din, until death do us part, ' Inner Aris. What was once sincere turned into an obsession.


"Yes, don't be so moody? Want to continue that one just now?" take Aris while blinking her naughty eyes.


Dinda just smiled. Yes you want, who would refuse if he was convinced by his own husband, thought Dinda.


And then these two lovebirds who are drunk with romance continue their kissing activities.


...****************...


"Dad listen, there was a storm? What's the problem with Bun?" ask Jo to his wife.


Both of them have returned from the house of Mr. Bambang. Why, every time you are at the house of Mr. Bambang, the aura feels different. Sluggish and innate want to anger mulu. But if it's at home, it's a great relief. Suddenly Nesa so not krasan alias not at home the same childhood home.


"That's Well, Aris. As long as Aris is Dinda's husband, our family is not calm" Nesa tells Jo.


Jo glancing. I didn't like the words of his wife just now.


"Astaghfirullah's. Aris is Dinda Bun's husband. Your sister's husband, yes you can say that? What if your mother's words were behind?" jo asks Nesa. Nesa is like this.


"I mean dad?" ask Nesa who has not yet gone.


"Try if Mommy is in the position of Dinda. Then Dinda said as you mean, how do you feel? Are you not angry that Dinda said I am the one who made this family so unsettled? Angry mother if your husband is being insulted by his own family?" jo asks trying to give Nesa some understanding.


For Jo, family is family. If something goes wrong, the solution is not what Nesa said. If you can, get married only once. But this is because of the accident, the Dinda so 2 times married. It was, but how else. May Aris be Dinda's last mate. Whatever the case, if it can still be overcome why should we split up?


Hearing the words from her husband, Nesa immediately silenced. He did feel sinful towards Dinda and Aris. He apologized earlier, only if he apologized to Aris? It was very difficult for Nesa. Because until now Nesa did not believe in the sincerity of Aris to his family. It could be just pretending.


"Bun... I'm asking for help this time, don't interfere with Dinda and Aris's business! If they fight or how, justin overcome themselves. Unless Dinda asks for help, then we help. But remember! Dinda has more right!" jo's advice to Nesa. Because Jo has it right what his wife's attitude is like? Nesa must have interfered and blamed Aris. Guess it.


***


Next morning. After drying the clothes earlier, Aris immediately got ready to go to work. It's almost bad luck. So Aris had to leave Dinda and Zahra. For breakfast, because they had their own family, finally Aris and Dinda decided to cook themselves. Not join them all. In addition to being independent, Aris also can not let his wife hurt because of Bu Lastri or Mega.


"Mas left first Din, later about breakfast or shopping, the money is in the closet. Wear as much as you can" said Aris as he approached.


Hearing that, Dinda is like a wife who is appreciated and loved by her husband. It's amazingly good Aris, of course Dinda did not refuse.


"Thank you, mas. Dinda shop online. Also, don't forget breakfast. If you want to buy breakfast, do not be careless!"


"Yes dear," replied Aris while stroking Dinda's cheek. Then the hand went down to Dinda's lips.


'Ah, lips canduku. Wanted very much to kiss him, but this already mepet, ' Inner Aris cursed himself. Because if it's kissing, Aris must have forgotten everything. How is it enough for a minute? Aris needs hours to be alone with Dinda.


"Mas! He said it was too late!" reprimand Dinda who saw Aris daydreaming while looking at her lips.


"Eh yes, dear. Sorry!" Aris shakes hands, then kisses his son's cheek.


"Assalamualaikum," said Aris leaving his wife and child.


"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Dinda a little sad.


Meanwhile, Aris time out of the room. He saw Miss Lastri and Mr. Bambang sitting in the TV room. It looks like Bu Lastri is only accompanying Mr. Bambang who is preparing to go to the office.


Despite the inner conflict, Aris remains as kind as ever. He approached his wife's parents and said goodbye.


"Well, Mom! Aris left first, huh? Assalamualaikum," he said.


"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mr. Bambang and Bu Lastri simultaneously.


Yeah, they still can't accept Aris. But no problem, Aris will still try to be the best. Be patient and keep learning to prove to them all, that Aris is not as bad as they imagined.


"Spirit! You should keep trying to prove that you're not evil Ris!" muttered Aris supported himself.


It's time to gas. Work, make a living to support his family. If he had been successful, everyone would have approached on their own. Without needing Aris ngoyo to steal their hearts. In their eyes, Aris is still a criminal who does not deserve to be a brother. But because of their taunts, Aris even became eager to prove that he was not such a person.


"Wait a minute, I'll prove it later. Who is the bad guy between us?" muttered Aris confidently.


Seriate...


Who is the bad guy in that house? Keep pantengin yes. And don't forget to leave a trace. Thanks though.