My Husband
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My marriage became the lips of others, how not, walking with it I never, or just sitting alone on the porch never at all, he said, suddenly there was an invitation and news that I would marry a man whose age was far above me, even many said he was more worthy of my mother's sister.

Remembering and weighing, at that time Tanteku was not married at the age of three heads.

"You don't want to change Za's decision? You should find out who your future husband is, good man, to be honest Za, I regret getting married at a young age, beautiful only a month Za, the rest is like hell, he said, not to mention the husband who defended his in-laws and brothers"

Dita my best friend gave me advice, when she came to my house.

at length my best friend told me about his home life...

Three days before my wedding, my future mother-in-law came to visit the house, she didn't say much, but the words I still remember "Your future husband is not a good man, he said, I'm his mother I know more about his habits and behavior" He said that while holding my hand warmly, and smiling sweetly.

after the visit of the mother-in-law (ops! still a candidate at that time) 😊😊 I could not sleep, remembered back to Dita, and remembered his words, as well as the nyinyinyiran netizens who were talking about my marriage.

" Do I have to cancel my wedding?" my mind rumbles, my brain is dead-end. I can't think anymore.

I was 20 years old while Mas Jaya was 31. What a special thing about that guy, until I couldn't turn him down at the time. Only because he was diligent in praying together then I considered him a good man. Zahra. where your mind, come on, see your future is still long, do not let your marriage like Dita.

I took my phone "I have to call her, ask her to cancel this wedding". Whisper my heart.

[Assalamu'alaikum's... Sorry for a thousand apologies if I contact Mas via this short message. Mas... Without compromising my respect for you, I ask Mas to cancel this marriage. I'm not a woman who deserves Mas, I'm still too childish, should Mas drop the choice on my Aunt, not on me, or on someone else who is more worthy.

Again sorry, Mom... ]

Until 5am, my message was not answered. I'm getting messed up, my mind is like a tangled thread, my head is starting to feel heavy. After the Fajr Prayer, I fell asleep because I could no longer bear the pain in my head.

At 12 pm I read the incoming message on my phone.

[I won't cancel this wedding, so sorry, I refuse your wish, Miss Zahra Anggraini] Don't forget she slipped an emot smile.

"Damn, not yet a husband he has shown his haughty attitude like this, I really misjudged this man"

"****', ****'" while I'm tapping my desk.

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Until my wedding day. Tonight I officially became the wife of Heru Sanjaya, the haughty man. "I have to accept everything with this situation, I resigned ya Robb"... Without my tears falling.

" Patience Dek, do not cry so dong, Aunt is sure he is a good man, all this time his association with the citizens here is also good, and the Aunt heard in the market he was good, he was good, even if he is trading, the fish quickly run out" Holiday Aunt Maya.

" He's a fish trader?!"

Aunt Maya nodded confirming my question.

" Not only that, sometimes he also became a parking lot, which of course he works in the market, but Auntie was surprised she could love you a pretty big dowry"

" don't he rob a professional, or a drug dealer?!" reply origin...

"Your talking partner"

Aunt Maya glared at me and pinched me, looking around, to make sure that I was heard or not.

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" There's no first night, so don't be afraid that tonight I sleep in bed with you, sleep in and enjoy your night's sleep, you look thinner than I first saw you."

While he was putting together a roll to be a sleep barrier between me and him.

"What is your purpose in marrying me? Did I have anything wrong?"  I'm honestly a little scared, but I'm trying to shake off my fear.

He who had wanted to stretch his body, undo his intention, then sat down and looked at me without blinking, slowly approaching my face, until his breath felt warm on my face.

" No need to come any closer, your face is not gnawing" Reflex I slapped his face.

He smiled and then took his seat away from me.

"I marry you, because I love you, your faults, why every time I see you, there's a strange shiver in my chest. And I don't want to waste the chance to let you get someone else, I'm married, and you're married, so there's no element of fedophilia between our marriages, because I married a 20-year-old woman.

And since it is late at night, go to sleep, do not ask much, and obey as a wife while I do not tell you to the thing of obedience".

He also spread his body, I live still covered in a sense that I myself do not know, sorry? could have. Disappointed? there must have been a moment...

But to be happy... Wallahu.

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I've been married to him for a week, the stiffness is still felt. Arrived when he took me to live alone with him, yes, just the two of them.. Because, three days after my wedding, my mother-in-law and my husband's two sisters had to go back to Sumatra to continue their routine. That's what I heard from the story of the man who is currently my husband.

" we live here now, with one room. Do not be afraid not to eat, to feed you until you vomit even I can, this house is indeed small not as big as your parents' house, even so, I promise this house won't be hell for you." He said while carrying a suitcase into the room.

the moment he wanted to open my suitcase, I prevented him.

"Let me alone open, I can still arrange my own clothes in the closet"

" Okay boss... Do what you want" as he steps out of the room. Up at the door of the room, he stood up and turned to look at me who was busy removing clothes from the suitcase I was carrying.

" Za.

" hemm, anything to say?"

" i..... "

" If there is something important to say, I listen to "A little sniff I answer it.

" It doesn't matter... Have continued... I'm just saying, you're beautiful today" she said expressionlessly, and left me.

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The aroma of cooking smelled into the room. I was still busy with my tidying up clothes feeling intrigued to see what the man was doing.

A little curious, I stepped my foot into the kitchen on the grounds of taking a drink. Actually I'm not thirsty, just want to make sure he's the one who cooks.

" You want to eat? From morning you haven't eaten loh"

I answered with only a head.

" But it's also good if you don't eat, we can save rice, and I'm quite ready to promagh alone" he said while raising both shoulders.

I wanted to laugh, but I held it.

"Look!!" I left him with a smile.

My days were well spent, although the stiffness between us was still there but he treated me like a human being.

Dita's story about her husband, I feel different from the man who now bears the status of husband for me.

For these six months he never once yelled at me, if he didn't like what I was doing, he would shut me up for a few days.

Until the right time he will talk about his dislike for me. During his time as his wife, he never protested anything I did, especially about the food I cooked.

Even he always finished food on his plate, not only that sometimes he spent my own food without any left for me.

Like tonight, the custom that happened, he would arrive home while I was performing the Isha Prayer'.

As soon as I finished, I headed to the kitchen and confirmed whether Mas Jaya had returned home.

And look me in the eye to see the action that is eating everything I cook.

" Za, you order food from the outside, I'm hungry, besides this is good food, very good, I rarely meet food as good as this" he said without any bedosa taste...

Want to be angry, but want to say what, anyway it's over..

after eating, she entered the room, and I enjoyed my night watching my favorite TV broadcast.

That's how there is no meaningful communication. Sometimes he is cold. Even one day we did not say hello.

Even so, every Sunday night, he always took me out even if only limited to sitting in the park.

" Dating after marriage is said pious people are more beautiful yes....  I'm not Za's good person, but I'm going to try to fix all my bad qualities.

I chose you, because as long as I lived in front of your house, even though I never saw you in a man's apple. Even though your age is again the fun of dating, and I chose you because I know you are a good and smart woman, who makes me admire you, besides you are a fashionable woman, and I love you, but your headscarf never comes off if you leave the house.

I can feel that you are a woman with principles.. "

That was the speech that came out of his lips. But not necessarily that's true, his name is also male.

Slowly he pulled my fingers, put his finger on my back, s

then I clasped and pulled my hand towards her lips, and kissed the back of my arm.

I was a little surprised by his treatment.

" Don't let Za down, he might be talking this way because you haven't got it completely, again don't miss Za" I don't know if this is the whisper of a syaiton who wants to plunge me into an ungodly wife, or the whisper of an angel who wants to invite me to vigilance, but I almost fly to hear his words.

More recently he was the first man to touch my skin other than Mas and my Father.

"Let's go home, it's late at night and I'm sleepy too" I told him. Just covering my grogue.

" Just now we've arrived, just sat down, the message has not been minumpun"

"But I'm already sleepy"

I decided to go home because I didn't want to drift in her seduction.

Finally he decided to go home. All the way home he clasped my finger, without a word coming out of our lips.

When I got home, I sat in the living room and turned on the television. At least the television broadcast back then could ease the slight rumble that was in my chest.

"She was sleepy, but at home just watch." His words satirize me a little. And I don't care what he says.

Sunday morning, after staying at home I indulged myself in sitting quietly in front of the television, without realizing I was asleep.

I woke up because someone stroked my cheek gently...

" Don't be surprised, it's me, your body warm?"

" No, just a little dizzy, don't worry about me" I replied briefly.

" Six months we've been married, but that distance is still felt. If this marriage is not pleasing to you, I choose to follow your will. You want us to split up? " Task her with a serious face.

"You don't have to answer now. Tomorrow I'm leaving for a week, you want to stay at home or you'll stay at your parents' house?"

I haven't answered him yet, he's gone.

" If I only go a week, I'd better be at home, Mas" I started talking that night at the dinner table.

" are you sure yourself? "

"I'm doing nothing, I'm just dizzy. For six months of our marriage I didn't know who you were, which I knew you were just overseas from Sumatra here, even though I communicated with your family several times over the phone, I still didn't know you." I said while breathing out violently.

If you're just a fish trader, I don't care, but where are your 5 days apart from in the market.

because in addition to Saturday and Sunday you are not in the market, and the monthly money you give the nominal is very large just as a rude worker there.

While the needs of your house are responsible, our contract you pay, and yesterday the developer came here, asking for the completeness of the file because you want to take the house.

What the hell are you doing? don't let my guess be right, you're a professional thief or you're not a drug dealer?!"

I got up from my seat and left him, I heard him laughing.

Bodo' time he wants to say what, the important thing is I'm satisfied with my heart, and I don't want to be sick to think of silly things like this, anyway he doesn't want to know with my words.