Ballad First Wife
Dump Plan

The next day, Brother Salman took me and Ryan to the car showroom.

"Ryan chose yes!" the Prince Salman.

Ryan's eyes sparkled. He looked at me for approval. I'm nodding. Ryan went around checking the car in the showroom.

Brother Salman approached and embraced me.

"Sister." I'm embarrassed because the employees in the showroom were staring at us with a big smile.

"Why?Embarrassed?Let it. Let the one who has a wife follow the same partner and the singles soon get married." brother Salman without feeling.

"Jomblo?Be married?With who?" my reply that feels funny with the words of Brother Salman.

"Anything is up to them. We don't have to think. But why still call me brother anyway?" Both of Salman's hands held me possessively.

"New bride, huh mas?Very friendly."soh a man who approached us. Judging from his clothes he is marketing a famous car brand.

Salman is nodding.

"But how do you have children?" the man again commented.

"Whatever our children will be, to me every day we are newlyweds" replied Brother Salman silenced the man's mouth.

"O.have got a car that fits mas"

"My son is chosen."

"O.why don't you" the man looked at me and made me look away.

"My wife wants to please our son. So it's up to our son." Salman's brother tightened his embrace to make the man look awkward and then left us. Looks like he's looking for Ryan.

"Sister, don't think so. Shame." I whispered.

"Belvin. Let them know you're mine. Especially the men who look at me with their mupeng gaze."

"Sister, it's just your feeling."

"I'm a man, baby. I know what the chest in their brain looks at a woman as beautiful as you." Said firmly Brother Salman as if there is no longer any objection.

I kept quiet, just let my husband do what he wanted.

"Papa, I already know which one to choose." exclaimed Ryan as he ran towards us. He took Salman's hand and dragged him to the car he was referring to.

Salman followed Ryan's steps while pulling my hand.

"That's Pa, I love that one!" Ryan pointed to a car that I thought was too good and luxurious for us.

"OK!" sahut Salman is relaxed.

"Sister, not that one."

"Mother doesn't like it? Pa, don't let me if you don't like it." said Ryan.

"Why don't you like it baby?"

"Too good. Definitely expensive. What an ordinary one, brother."

Brother Salman rubbed my head. "Don't worry. I can afford it."

"I know Brother Salman is capable. But.."

"alright. If you're uncomfortable, we'll find something that suits your taste."

"Thank you for your understanding, brother."

I whispered into Ryan's ear. Ryan nodded his head to see what I wanted. Soon he ran back to find what I wanted.

"Mother. I can do what you want." Ryan dragged.

I saw a car that I thought was good and did not seem luxurious and expensive.

"This one?" ask Salman. "You like it, baby?"

I'm nodding.

"OKs. We'll take this one. You guys wait, I'll take care of the payment and the papers. Ryan, papa take mom. Keep it out of the eyes of those men!" the Message of Salman.

"Ready pa!"

Brother Salman kissed the tip of my head before leaving.

This guy's. There is no end to showering me with love and affection.

"Mother!" ryan's voice made me look at him.

"Yes son. What's up?"

"Mother happily married papa?" Ryan looked questioningly.

"Is Ryan happy to have a papa like Papa Salman?"

Ryan nodded. "But Ryan's happiness will be lost if you're not happy."

I hugged Ryan. "Mother happy darling. I see Ryan happy. I think my life is perfect."

"Hey, just hugging. Papa didn't embrace it?"

"Thank Pa. Ryan loves papa.*

There was a clear point just sliding from my eyes looking at the attitude Ryan showed.

" Papa loves Ryan too. Let's go home!"

"Wheel?" ask Ryan

"Some one will drive home." Salman took us out of the showroom.

"Prepare the place!" brother Salman ordered when we arrived home.

"For what?"

"You forgot that we were gonna invite a neighbor to announce our wedding?"

"Today?!?" I don't believe it.

"Yes. I haven't said yes. Earlier at dawn prayers I invited the usual fathers to the mosque to come this afternoon."

"Oh Allah, brother. Why so suddenly."

"Not panic yet. Didn't I tell you, I ordered everything. We just need to make a place, baby." Reply Brother Salman relaxed

It doesn't matter what message it has not been. But I also have to prepare myself. Facing the neighbors what else are they who have a julid mouth.

"What are you doing, baby?" Brother Salman touched my shoulder as I was about to shift the chair.

"Lho, did he say ready for the place?" reply with a confused look.

"Ck. How could I have told my beautiful wife to work hard anyway. You just tell me. Soon there will be someone coming." Brother Salman grabbed my hand and pulled it until our bodies stuck.

"Save your energy for later." whispered with a perverted smile..

"What's?Any more?" i'm flabbergasted.

"About?Today is not a pity, what else." protested Kak Salman still by hugging me

"Yes, but last night. Continues yesterday all day, also many times." I grumbled.

"Hehehe.you are like opium.Make me want and want again. There's no satisfaction in being with you."

I looked at that handsome face that was grinning without sin.

It turns out this guy was so perverted after marriage. Back when High School never thought that Brother Salman would be this semester. He was so cool and jaim.

I smiled remembering the memories of High School.

"Hey, what are you smiling at?" Brother Salman nudged my jidat.

"Hubby deh. It hurts a lot." I unravel the embrace of Brother Salman.

"Don't get mad donk." I pulled my hand until I hit her body. We both fell on the chair with Salman's brother holding me.

"So I'm not angry." I tried to let go of her embrace again.

"If you're not angry, why let go of my embrace?" Brother Salman clutched me tightly and leaned his head on my shoulder. "Don't get mad. Can wither me if you're angry." he muttered.

"Wood?" my ul.

"Hm." Salman is nodding. "My king's knife will wither."

"Banza?Wilt?"

Brother Salman pinched my cheek, "Ih.gemesin. Cook doesn't understand either. What a plain wife."

"Sister.tadi jidat now cheeks. Very painful wife's reminiscence." my tirade.

Cup

A kiss landed on my cheek making my eyes wide. Bummer. Yeah I'm not used to the surprise that Salman gave me. Our wedding has been going on for two days.

"Don't it hurt?" Brother Salman. His head was still faithfully leaning on my shoulder.

I nodded without a word. I'm arranging my heart that's been pounding incoherently.

ting tong

"There's a guest." I took off the hand of Salman's brother that was coiled around my waist.

"Let me." stop Brother Salman when I'm about to move to open the door.

"Come sir. This room is what we will be wearing. Ask for help in the seat at the waist." Kak Salman ordered the men who came. It turned out that they were the people that Brother Salman asked to help organize our home.

I left them for the kitchen to prepare a drink and a snack for the fathers who helped us.

"Sister. Here's the drink."

Salman received the tray I offered and brought it to the fathers.

It did not take long, the front room was ready to receive guests later in the afternoon.

Hope the show goes well. Aamiins.