CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
Karmas

Natasha stared at her reflection in front of the mirror, still wearing a bathrobe her eyes were fixed on some traces of romance that her husband left her last night. She clucked in annoyance, even though she had warned her husband not to leave that ownership mark in an area that people could see.

He remembered the conversation when he woke up.

" Next time don't like to leave a trace on the neck." Natasha is thieving, because her husband broke what she asked for.

" Next time?" Yoga grabbed Natasha's body from behind. " That means there will be more, again and again?!" Yoga chuckles mellowing.

Natasha turns on the hair dryer to dry her wet hair, suddenly she hears Yoga's phone ringing on the nightstand. She just turned her head not intending to pick up her husband's phone call, until the call finally stopped by itself.

A few seconds later, the phone call went off. Natasha was moved to find out who contacted her husband. Natasha turned off the hair dryer and stepped towards the nightstand that was on the edge of her bed.

Mamih Ellena Calling's..

The name appears in the WhatsApp voice call belonging to Yoga. At once Natasha's heart was pounding at the incoming call, especially from the profile photo of the caller, exactly the same as the photo hanging on the wall of the rented room Yoga.

Natasha held back her saliva, her breath as if it was stuck in the throat. Natasha could have guessed that the caller must be Mama Yoga. Natasha was confused as to what she should do. Whether he would take the call or ignore it, he finally reached for Yoga's phone after the third call rang.

Natasha took a breath for a moment, at this moment her confidence seemed to be at the lowest level.

Natasha swiped the green phone sign up.

" Assalamu'alaikum, casep. Kumaha how are you? Naha tara, why call mamih?" A voice across there.

("Assalamu'alaikum, handsome. How's things? Why did you never call Mamih?)

" Waalaikumsalam, Aunt .." replied Natasha replying to Mama Yoga.

" Saha iyeu, tea?! You who? Which yoga? Why does my son have sex with you?!" The woman, whom Natasha considers her Mama Yoga, was shocked to hear the voice of the woman who answered the call on her son's cell phone.

" Yo-Yoga's in the shower, Auntie."

" Was in the shower? You who? Why are you in the morning at my son's house?" Mama Yoga's tone probing, because it is currently time has not passed from seven in the morning.

" Emmm, Sa-me ..."

Clique

Not yet Natasha finished her speech, the phone connection has been cut off. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief while holding her chest, to be honest she felt nervous talking to her mother-in-law, even though she could be familiar with Aunt Melly, Mama Andra. But Natasha's calmness didn't last long as Yoga's phone went off again, and Natasha rounded her eyes as Mama Yoga was currently making a video call.

Natasha then opens a video call from Mama Yoga. Look a middle-aged woman but still look naturally beautiful at a young age.

" Who are you? Why can it be at home ..." Mama Yoga squinted her eyes before continuing her sentence, Mama Yoga captured the view to the back of Natasha, the background spring bed and bathrobe used by Natasha to make Mama Yoga widen her eyes "Abaghfirullahal adzim, which is the, what did you do in the room? And whose room is this? This is not a Yoga room!"

" I-yes, Aunt. This is my apartment ...."

" Your apartment?! Why is Yoga in your apartment?"

" Who's calling, Ta?" Suddenly Yoga came out of the bathroom using only a towel wrapped around her waist and bare-chested, her hands rubbed her hair with a small towel, she said, she approached Natasha who was holding her phone when she heard a familiar voice.

" Mamih??" Yoga snatched the phone from Natasha's hand.

" Yogaa ...!!" Mama Yoga to the gape saw her son was bare-chested. " Abaghfirullahal adzim, Duh Gusti nu Agung, what are you doing in the room together? Don't tell me you've done ..." Mama Yoga shook her head and squeezed the clothes on her chest, unable to continue her sentence. Mama Yoga was shocked to find her son with a woman in the room.

" We're not what Mamih thinks we are." Yoga tries to calm her.

" Who is Yoga?! How come you were in that woman's apartment this early in the morning?!"

" He's Natasha, Mih." One hand of Yoga grabbed onto Natasha's shoulder made Natasha's body become closer to Yoga and made Natasha was finally seen on the phone screen. " He's my wife, Mih ...."

" what?? Wife ??" Mama Yoga shut her mouth in disbelief. " You don't joke, Yoga! How do you have a wife without Mamih's knowledge of Papih?!" mama Yoga said with a choked voice.

" No ...! This is impossible, Yoga! You can't get married without the blessing of your Mamih and Papih, casep." Mama Yoga kept shaking her head. " You can't marry just any woman."

Natasha who saw the rejection of Mama Yoga her heart immediately shrunk, her worry seemed to be a reality. that her sudden marriage with Yoga will not be easily accepted by Yoga parents.

" Yoga, you go home to Bogor today! You must explain all this in front of your papih as soon as possible! Assalamu'alaikum!" Mama Yoga instantly turned off her call.

Natasha was stunned, it didn't seem like an easy thing to make Yoga parents accept her as a daughter-in-law.

" Hey, why daydream?" Yoga breaks Natasha's daydream.

" It seems like your mother doesn't like me, Ga," said Natasha lowered her head.

" Where was Natasha I knew? the proud are full of confidence and full of intimidation towards others?!" ledek Yoga melted the tension that his wife experienced. " Why are you a crisis of confidence like this? Is it because being Madam Prayoga Atmajaya makes you a whiny?"

Natasha turned her shoulders and stepped up and sat down on the edge of her bed. Without him knowing much has changed in him, including with that feeling.

Yoga did the same with Natasha, choosing to sit next to his wife.

" I know why you're like this" said Yoga, who made Natasha turn to him. " You're worried that my parents won't accept our marriage, because you're afraid to part with me, because you don't want to lose me, do you?!" Yoga plays her eyebrows down.

" So much pede, anyway!" Natasha grunts reluctantly to see the face of her husband who is already in fashion ready to melt.

" Not me, not ..." Yoga leaned towards Natasha's face which turned her face away.

" No ...!!

" It's just ..."

" No ...!!"

" Not Lying ..."

" No ...!!" Natasha turned her head towards Yoga because of the annoyance the man continued to tease her, and..

Cup..

Their lips finally met at a glance, because Natasha did not realize that her husband's face was close to her face.

" Yhh ...!" Natasha quickly pushes up Yoga's body and tries to get up but Yoga's hand first grips Natasha's arm and drops Natasha and herself onto the bed, so that they both lie on their back next to their feet hanging to the floor.

" You are being karmic over your attitude used to apply dzolim to me.." Yoga later said.

" Dzolim to you??" Natasha squinted her eyes.

" Well, now that you're afraid to part, you don't remember? I've been slapped, beaten in a bag, accused of being mean, accused of stealing in your boutique, accused of stalking you. All my life from Elementary School, Junior High School to college, every time I met the girl they were always kind, sweet and friendly to me. No one is rich you, already evil, fierce, arrogant, arrogant, brash, chatty, anyway the antagonistic nature is tacky all in you, already exactly Mak Lampir." Yoga chuckles describes the nature of his wife first, making her hit and pinch from Natasha.

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Author POV ; Maafkeun 🙏 second chapter today late, cz was a little chaos at work RL

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