
I looked, Mas Sadam started looking at me softly, twinkle
the dark and firm eyes that had once enveloped his bead now began to be invisible again. I kept asking in my heart whether the man was starting to sympathize with my situation or had he just misunderstood everything? How hard I thought I'd never find that answer.
“Because from the beginning, Mas Sadam never asked me about what reason I want to be the third person in your life. Isn't that
indeed the bully woman is always wrong,”, I said while standing from a sitting position.
I felt my body tremble with the tears, if it continued like this then I would not be able to stem these tears any longer. I brought two dirty dishes to the sink and washed them after a while there were footsteps approaching me and I was sure it must be Mas Sadam. The man was standing right beside me but I did not dare to look at him
and prefer to focus on finishing the dishes. The man apologized to me for what had happened I nodded my head faintly, but
what was unexpected was that Mas Sadam actually grabbed both of my hands and this body reflex directly facing him. The man spoke if I was his wife and he
will try as much as possible to treat me the same as treating Ms. Tasya, I don't know
it was just a dream or words of regret that the man had uttered but I could only nod my head again. And during this marriage for the first time Mas Sadam kissed my forehead.
I could only close my eyes but I clearly felt that now a red tinge began to adorn my cheeks, like a strange bobble forming a small ripple in the body and gathering in the middle
the center even I can also feel slowly but surely the fine feathers on this body start to bristle perfectly when the warm breath of the man
I touched my face until I finally moved away.
“We started everything from scratch again, do you want?” ask Mas Sadam to me while looking at me. And I could only look down without daring to look him in the eye after he kissed me on the forehead. But the man even invited his hand to lift my chin so inevitably I look into his eyes. “do you want to start all over again?” ask for a second time.
“How about, Ms Tasya?” ask her. I don't know why
I think of other women and not myself.
“I will talk to him, you are not wrong about this if from the beginning I know everything maybe you do not need to obey
the request of Mama and also Papa to do the scandal so that it makes me and Tasya misunderstand you, I will willingly help
paying for your brother's medical expenses,” indirectly Mas Sadam also said that he regretted marrying me, but I don't want to think about it because tonight I'm so happy because the man I love I mean my husband decided to start all over again.
“I will obey whatever will be, Mas Sadam said,” my answer assented everything.
***
Without feeling the twilight has begun to rise to the contest to replace the enthroned moon decorate the beautiful sky, since last night I still can not close my eyes, yes, I still can not sleep since last night even
the mark of Mas Sadam's kiss on my forehead can still feel as if it just happened, I could feel these two cheeks flushed red when I imagined the thick lips full of sensation it landed on this forehead gently and a little more
this morning because it was the first morning I became a recognized wife
my husband, God, I never really thought this day would come so soon and hopefully Ms. Tasya could accept her honeymoon.
“Yes, God hope everything goes well,” my mumbling in heart while raising both hands in the air and then rubbing this face. “amin.”
I washed the dirty dishes that I just used to make breakfast, this morning I made chicken porridge because yesterday afternoon Liora had asked me. I have also tasted the taste of the porridge and it must be delicious because I always make food with love and sincerity
hearts. Tasya's mother was holding Liora into this kitchen room, Liora was about to step over to me but Ms. Tasya immediately clasped her hands and rounded her eyes until the little girl chose to sit on the dining table chair along with Ms. Tasya. I immediately turned my face away
can't see the little girl being treated like that but if I interfere later Tasya's mother will be angry.
“Sifana, why are you still standing there?” I heard Mas Sadam calling my name, I who was putting the cooking utensils in place first turned to face Mas Sadam.
“Mas Sadam, I have breakfast later,” I say I do not want to make things worse.
“Darling, Sifana is my wife too so it's appropriate that from now on she join us at this dinner table and me too
hope if you want to accept it in this house and do not limit Liora's movements if you want to be close to, Sifana.” I could only bite my lower lip listening to Mas Sadam's words just now, I stared at Mbak Tasya at a glance who was still sitting relaxed in his position now.
“Are you starting to like it, Darling?” mak Tasya asked Mas Sadam and I held my breath while waiting for Mas Sadam's lips to open to answer him.
“She is also my wife and I can only be fair to both of you,” Mas Sadam's reply made these two cheeks heat up like a red hue started to adorn both of my cheeks again and again.
“Then, I will try to accept it,” I really did not expect that Ms. Tasya could easily accept all this when usually she would talk rudely to me and not hesitate to give a look of intimidation but this time it is very different. This may be a sign that God has answered my prayer.
I saw Mas Sadam holding the hand of Ms. Tasya who was in the
on the table then looked at him and said, “Honey, did I not hear wrong?” I saw Mas Sadam's eyes asking for an answer.
“Yes, dear you are not wrong to listen because for me as long as you are happy then I will also feel happy.”
“Mama, Papa. Is it from now on Ma'am Sifana will eat together with us at this dining table?” the little girl immediately asked with great enthusiasm.
“Iya now, Liora call Mbak Sifana with the title, Mama Sifana only because she is also the second wife, Papa,” I frowned after
listen to Mbak Tasya say that to Liora. This is really not like Ms. Tasya whose attitude usually changes 100%.
'I am very happy and it is because of you, Mas Sadam.'