Aksara For Arsyilla
Between Two Options

Aksara did not think that the first night after her marriage contract with Arsyilla actually began with a long debate. To avoid a protracted debate, the man chose to go inside his room for a moment. Leaving Arsyilla who was still in the living room.

Let's see from my point of view, Syilla. 

I have absolutely no heart for you.

Wait all. Because I'm sure everything will be beautiful.

You have enough patience and wait in your position.

Aksara chose to clean his body first. His mind was really scared. Letting every drop of the shower wet his body and calm his mind.

While in the living room, Arsyilla was still sitting. The woman turned stubborn, and just sat on the sofa that was in the living room. Reluctant to set foot anywhere.

About 15 minutes passed, Aksara had come out of his room, the man was only wearing shorts, and left his upper body plain without a shirt. Shirtless, with a whirlpool of water falling from his wet hair.

“Why are you still here?” tanya Aksara who is still trying to patiently face Arsyilla.

Arsyilla threw away her face, completely unwilling to see the man in the middle of shirtless, “Nothing,” her mouth said by avoiding eye contact with Aksara.

“Come in, that's your room. Our room,” said Aksara while pointing to the room he entered earlier.

However, Arsyilla shook her head, “That's your room, not mine. I'll use the other room.”

It felt that Aksara had to be extra patient to face Arsyilla, how could it have just been a spoken Akad, and now his legitimate wife became his instead wanted another room. The newlyweds will sleep separately.

Aksara smiled, the man actually felt funny seeing Arsyilla's attitude. His lecturer who is smart and also so wise when teaching and mastering the class, in front of him Arsyilla is like a girl who is angry and seems to sulk. Of course, Aksara was anxious to see Arsyilla.

After that, Aksara inched, and now the man sat beside Arsyilla. He took out a black debit card from his shorts pocket.

“This, for you,” he said while putting the debit card in front of Arsyilla.

However, Arsyilla immediately took the debit card and also returned it to Akasara. “No, I don't need that. You're a student, I'm working anyway. Enough to meet my own needs,” said Arsyilla by returning the debit card.

Actually, not only is that the reason Arsyilla returned the debit card, other than because her husband was still a student, also she did not want if she received a physical living from her husband and she had to serve her husband. The reason works is that this marriage is only limited to marriages that occur due to accidents. There is no love, therefore Arsyilla does not want to receive a living from her husband who is still a student.

Aksara sighed, “I am an established young man who has worked, attended college and became a student because I want to finish the hopes of Father and Mother who want their children to become scholars. I need me to show you all my assets, so that you will receive this card?” asked the man inching, putting one foot on the sofa, his hand was also on the back of the sofa and looking at Arsyilla with his sharp eyes.

“No, I don't want to. Besides Papa still gives me pocket money,” said Arsyilla again.

The fact is that even though he has worked, his father still gives him pocket money. The salary and pocket money given by Papa Radit was enough for his needs in one month.

“When you become my wife, you can no longer receive pocket money from Papa, I will give you pocket money. If necessary, I will speak directly to Papa Radit so that he will no longer give you pocket money. Your husband will be responsible to you,” he said seriously.

“Nggak.” Arsyilla still insisted and maintained his will.

Feeling distraught with his truly stubborn wife, Aksara slowly approached, and eroded his distance with Arsyilla. The man was about to block Arsyilla. While Arsyilla gasped and reflexes pushed her husband's shoulder.

“Do not approach me,” shouted Arsyilla who really did not want to be approached by her husband.

However, Aksara was only still and kept moving, until his hand moved and held both sides of Arsyilla's arm, his face also moved, until his breath felt so warm on the side of Arsyilla's face. The man landed his lips on Arsyilla's lips. Limited stick, without the intention of playing both lips.

While both eyes of Arsyilla perfectly patterned, when her husband's lips stuck perfectly right in the middle of the folds of her lips. The woman held her breath and tried to push the chest of Aksara. Unfortunately, the characters do not budge. The man began to close his eyes, and let his lips perch beautifully there.

Five seconds ... Ten seconds .. Fifteen seconds ….

Only fifteen seconds, then Aksara parsed his face. The man smiled looking at Arsyilla's dead red face.

“Now, you choose. You want to take this debit card from me and you can take the room next to mine for you to stay in. Or, you refuse this debit card, and we'll share one room. Choose now, that debit card or room?” ask Aksara with her voice that looks so serious.

Arsyilla who began to waver, felt strange and also a little afraid of the impulsive actions of her husband.

“You don't want this debit card, do you? Means, let's go to the room now.” Aksara spoke again and seemed to be bringing Arsyilla into the room.

However, Arsyilla struggled. I don't want to be in a room with her husband. Sharing a room with a man she doesn't know feels even scarier. Security threatened.

“If you are silent and do not answer, then I will decide. I'm your husband, I deserve everything, right? Including on you who are already legitimate to be mine.” The script again spoke and stared intently at the woman who was so stubborn.

“I don't want to share a room with you,” said Arsyilla in the end. He still did not want to share a room with Aksara. One room with the man actually makes the atmosphere more horror, and of course Arsyilla will reject it.

Aksara then smiled, “I guessed it, meaning you have to accept this debit card. Also, tomorrow I'll call Papa Radit so I don't give you any more pocket money. From now on, you want to buy anything, I will buy it.”

“But, you are only a student and have no income yet,” replied Arsyilla again, this time she lowered her head.

Aksara then sighed, “I've worked, enough to buy you anything you want. I know, I married an independent woman who had her own income, but as your husband let me take responsibility for you. If you refuse, let's go to the room right now. For what a long debate, if everything can be resolved in the room,” said the man by raising his eyebrows while speaking to Arsyilla.

“Gak, I don't want.” Arsyilla remained firm.

Slowly the girl threw both hands of Aksara which were still in her arms, then stood up, and she picked up the black debit card lying on the table, which was, then he just walked away from Aksara and entered the room next to the main room.

Aksara smiled, looking at his wife who finally chose the debit card and entered the room without looking back at him.

“Arsyilla, don't forget your room key. Otherwise, I would have entered it,” the man slightly shouted and threw his so tired body onto the sofa.

While Arsyilla was completely oblivious to her husband. Entering the room, he locked the door of his room from inside, and threw his tired body on the bed. It had only been a few hours of his household life running, but he had already felt all that time running so slowly.