Don't Call Me Fat
Virginian.

Yugo is focusing on driving the car. Sometimes I glanced at him.

"Newly aware of yah?" yugo.

I frowned at me.

"meaning? just realized what?" ask me.

"Now I realize I'm handsome" he said confidently.

"Ordinary" I replied.

"It's just plain weird, but the geliatin continues. Cieh, a lot of prestige. Though if you admit my good looks do not harm you as well, hahaha" chirped.

"Oh my goodness ge er" I replied.

I didn't feel like we were at the villa.

Yugo ran towards the car door next to me and opened the door.

"I'm better, I can be alone" I protested.

"Gpp lah, ih basic don't know at dear" he replied.

"Hm yes, thank you" I replied at the end.

"Same dear" she replied with a big smile, showing off her teeth.

We also entered the villa.

Yugo returns to the car, like something was left in the car.

I changed into clothes with clothes.

Moments later yugo came again carrying groceries, there were some fairly large cardboard bags.

"This is for you, in use yah" exclaimed yugo arrived.

"What's this?" ask me.

"It's open to know" she replied.

I sat on the couch and made it.

There are hijabs of various colors, gamis, long sleeve shirts, long sleeve tops. Pants culottes, skirts.

I looked at Yugo's face.

Yugo sits beside me.

"I want you to wear a hijab if you leave the house from now on, close your aura. It is mandatory for all Muslim women who are already busy" Firm yugo.

"But.....

"Not ready? there is no word not ready, hijab even if forced, someday will get used to it, I do not want you to wear sexy dress again, no more tight jeans and all the clothes less material you are, I do not want you to wear sexy clothes, I love you lidya wijaya" yugo said.

I looked into his eyes. This was the first time I felt a different kind of warmth. This man in front of me. The usual one sucks and still sucks but has another personality beyond my expectations all along.

I really wanted to hug her but my prestige was too great for that.

"Well, I'm gonna wear it, thank you, yeah" that's the only word that comes out of my lips. I'm confused as to what to answer.

"really? seriously?" her screeches were jubilant.

I'm nodding.

"Alhamdulillah, I think you will refuse" yugo exclaimed happily.

I started trying it in front of the mirror.

"God is so beautiful to my wife" Yugo said as I tried to wear her.

I stared at the mirror, beautiful, there was peace after wearing it.

Yugo kissed my cheek.

"Eh" I was surprised.

"The abbis you gemesin anyway" said yugo.

"You are not ashamed to have a wife who is beautiful, fake, unnatural, ever plastic surgery, I am not grateful for the gift of God, I changed the form that God has loved me, do I deserve to be forgiven" I asked.

Yugo.

I'm down.

"I know you're stubborn, born that way by circumstances, but change slowly, lower your ego, lower your ego, soft is the way you talk to the parents and with me, your husband, can be slow, you are rude just as I was sinful, you don't want to mourn the sin of continuing to defy me?" yugo's advice.

"I'm sorry, yeah" I replied. I was rough with Yugo all along.

"Yes, gpp kok" yugo then hugged me.

At first I did not return the hug but over time I hugged her back.

I am so surprised to hear all the advice from him.

Yugo is an adult.

Yugo stroked my long hair.

It's comfortable smelling her body. Just this time I felt a warm hug from her.

Of the many attitudes of rejection and rude I he was patient to face her until it did not feel the age of our marriage is 3 months.

Her patience she can tear me down.

Yugo kisses my forehead and then my cheeks and lips. I no longer rebel. I close my eyes and accept it.

.......🌺🌺🌺.......

By night.

After dinner and prayer isya we watch tv in the living room while hot, when it rains again with its heavy. Like it's rainy season.

Yugo is holding my hand.

"Darling? worship with yuk" he whispered.

I pretend I don't understand.

"Can I pray Isya" I replied.

"Not that, anu, it's loh.

I am really glad to hear it.

He pulled my hand to follow.

I also thought I would go into the room.

The atmosphere of the room is different, I feel like a newlywed Back.

Room full of flowers. And scented. Since when did he decorate it?

Yugo closed our room door. The sound of rain out there adds to the romantic atmosphere of the moment. My face was shaken with embarrassment and nervousness. Can I do that?

Yugo told me to sit in front of him and he recited the prayer, he taught me to read his prayer as well. Prayer before sex. Actually I was very nervous and scared but yugo calmed me down.

After that we did it too.

The television center was still on, and the aunt cleaned the living room table, turning off the television and the lights that were still on.

Because the night was getting late, the aunt went to her room to sleep.

While we were enjoying our first night we just did after approximately 3 months of marriage.

.......🌺🌺🌺.......

Before dawn we woke up and took a shower.

Yugo returns to the mosque.

After the prayer, I made our bed. There's a little patch of my virgin blood on the bed sheet.

When I was about to change his yugo already came home from the mosque and immediately hugged me.

"Thank you dear last night, thank you for keeping your honor. I'm so happy to get it, I also did it the first time" whispered yugo makes me happy to hear it too.

"Yes yes, I I want to change the bed sheet first" I exclaimed as yugo kept hugging me so I could not continue my work of cleaning the bed.

"Later in the change, I still want to repeat the last night" whispered yugo flirtatious.

Though not the first time but my face blushed again, still embarrassed.

I think now because I'm starting to like him. Likes Yugo, my husband.