Forced Marriage Alea
PPA 126# Doesn't Make Sense

"Are you ready?" Ravka asked while watching his wife who looked serious about what was being done on her beautiful face.

The girl now looked even more fresh and cheerful. No more fear overshadowed his face due to the events they experienced yesterday. Last night Ravka tried to convince his wife that there was nothing more to fear. They will make good memories while in the Maldives, to expel all the memories of yesterday's bad events from the Alea cerebrum.

Ravka then walked over to Alea, slipping her arm around the girl's waist from behind. Her lips could not resist the urge to sweep Alea's neck just below the girl's earlobe, until it sent a tremor that made Alea seem to be stung by electricity.

Alea's hair in a twisted hair model makes the girl's side neck exposed which tempts Ravka to touch it.

"Mas, we want to be angry. The other Kasian will wait," Alea said as she wriggled in Ravka's arms, making her husband tighten his arms even more.

Alea tried to ignore what her drunk man was doing. He was still busy polishing the makeup on his face that was almost finished. His fingers looked shrewdly pulling brushes over his face. After that, he looked carefully at the cheek that still left a scar. Her skill at playing various brushes and sponges after years of practice, made the girl easily disguise the scar.

Alea seemed satisfied with the results of his work which took no less than an hour. Her lips grinned happily and proudly to herself. After releasing the brush in her hand, Alea patted the back of the husband's hand that was still superimposed on his stomach.

"Let's go, I'm done," Alea said as he clucked.

He put all his makeup equipment into a pouch on the table before he put it in the handbag he was going to carry.

"But I haven't" answered Ravka, who had finished playing around with her neck. He now rests his chin on the shoulder of the girl who looks more perfect in his eyes. Staring in admiration Alea's beautiful face through the mirror before them.

Highlight the eyes full of admiration cast by the husband, making the look on Alea's cheeks look more concentrated.

"Mas, Kania has been waiting below. We're moving?!" Alea looked straight into the mirror from her dressing table.

The gaze with a razor-sharp look of his eyes he lay on the husband through the mirror before him.

"Aren't you okay, if I still want to admire my wife's perfect beauty?"

"Perfection belongs to God, Mas. Not his creature."

"Astaghfirullah hal adzim. Sorry baby, I didn't mean to equate God with His creation. I am only grateful for the favor of Allah for sending you as my soul mate" Ravka quickly replied.

"You're getting better at combating, Mas," decih Alea.

But undeniably, his heart was filled with matchless happiness to get praise from his beloved husband. The man who made his heart so warm and more convinced of divine greatness. Patience and confidence that the girl has been playing, delivering a reply worth the fast she holds.

"Hey, if you praise with sincerity, it's not a name," replied Ravka presenting a sneer on Alea's face.

"Surely, your praise doesn't expect anything in return?" Alea raised her eyebrows sideways which the man replied with a grin. "After all, aren't you tired of standing bent over like that from earlier?" alea asked referring to the position of the husband who stood half-bent with his knees bent, in order to align his head with Alea who was sitting on the dresser chair.

"Are you sure it's over?" asked Ravka while releasing her embrace and upholding the body that had begun to feel sore.

"There's nothing less, Mom?" aela asked, drawing her face closer to the mirror, looking for the forgetfulness she might have missed without her noticing.

His brows furrowed in wonder not to find fault imprinted on his face. He had polished his face as well as he could. So did her hair that was neatly arranged. Her hair dressings and hairstyles do not look flashy or excessive. However, it does not look careless.

Ravka crossed her arms to see Alea's astonished face. "Nothing is lacking. You actually look too beautiful with makeup like that," said Ravka noticed the wife's earthy face.

Looks soft and graceful, without trying to look striking. Making women actually have their own charm. He really likes it. Unfortunately, out there, he must not be the only one who thinks the same, Ravka thought. Making the man so upset himself noticed the beauty of Alea that he was not willing to share with anyone.

Alea clucked violently when she heard the husband's words. "So where's the fault, Mas?" asked Alea annoyed.

"I'm just surprised, you want to attract the attention of who the hell is a beautiful dancer so?" said Ravka fierce.

"I'm dancing for you, not for anyone else" Alea replied no less fiercely.

"If you are beautiful to me, only I can see. And you can't get out of the room."

"Don't joke, Mum. Come on, let's go now. Maybe we're late if I have to deal with your ridiculousness" Alea said impatiently.

"We won't miss the plane" Ravka replied.

"We can't miss the plane, Mas. But you will make Nino blabber because you have to take care of a new flying permit, if we miss the schedule that has been prepared by the airport. And it can't be a minute, Mom. You want us to rewind the schedule and be late for your colleague's show?" aela's question made Ravka finally surrender.

"All right, we're leaving now. On one condition." Ravka's eyes nailed Alea's watchful gaze that had sighed resignedly.

Not the name Ravka, if the man will give up easily. Whatever comes out of the man's mouth, he must do it immediately. Otherwise it ends with a long debate for the umpteenth time every man begins to show his jealousy.

Currently, Alea did not have much time to persuade the prince whose possessiveness sometimes stifled his chest even though it felt so sweet.

"Never give that sweet smile of yours in front of my friends. Always with me, and never get away from me. Don't mind my friends who will surely flirt with you. One more thing, do not feel uncomfortable and reject my mesraku attitude on the edge of friends later. Youunderstand?" ravka's question made Alea turn the eyeballs off guard.

Inexhaustible with what exactly the man keeps in his head so that he can make such absurd rules. If only he did not remember the time that had passed, Alea would have debated all-out the husband who was putting on a serious look with what he just said.

"Well, I'll put up a sculpture mode when you're with your friends later" Alea sarcas said.

"That's better," Ravka replied as she developed a smile that made Alea take a deep breath.

Intentions wanted to insinuate the man who was still at home in front of him, but it made Alea increasingly shake her head. How easily Ravka said yes with nonsense talk from him. How can anyone act like a statue for hours? Alea's mind started to scream

"You should not have to invite your friends, if it makes you so unreasonable like this, Mas," Inner Alea was upset.

Of course, he could not throw his mind at the husband. Maybe this possessive man in front of him takes his words seriously. Alea could not imagine Ravka's friends who had prepared time for an impromptu holiday from her, instead had to be disappointed because the luxury holiday was canceled at the last moment. Alea realized sometimes her husband had a madness that he could not handle. So it would be better to put it down than to pour gasoline on the embers that are still burning.

"There's still others?" aela asked withstanding the growl escaping her lips.

"While this was enough," Ravka developed an innocent smile that made Alea even more upset. "Let's go." Ravka stretched out her hand pulling Alea up from the chair she was sitting on.

Without any guilt for upsetting his wife, Ravka held Alea with a smile on her lips. Lean out of the room while dragging a sizable suitcase that Alea had prepared since dawn.

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