Forced to Marry a Husband
Proportional body Devan.
A bright morning with a view that is so beautiful, soothing to the eyes and feels more different.
A comfortable and peaceful atmosphere certainly greatly affects the health of the mind, momentarily dismiss the number of jobs in the city.
Enjoy a simple holiday. However, full of different impressions.
"Good morning, dear?" Devan kissed Nayla when she woke up from her sleep. He saw his wife taking her phone under the pillow.
Nayla smiled at Devan who was awake.
"Me, make me wake up?"
Devan smiled lovingly at his wife who was so beautiful, plump eyelashes, long hair that decomposed beautifully.
Although actually a bed with a mattress that is quite hard but no complaints are thrown from Devan's lips.
And maybe Devan actually felt the room they occupied was far from good, but still Devan enjoyed his sleep even though it was a little difficult to close his eyes.
"I'm sorry, in the village it is like this. I used to live like this, maybe according to Mas this is difficult. But, we're used to it," Nayla says, introducing her to everyday life before marrying Devan.
The childhood village is full of impressions, simple memories full of beauty.
Devan smiled, starting to get out of bed. Turning to hug Nayla who now began to open the window. Devan's hands were coiled around Nayla's stomach, occasionally rubbing her wife's flat belly in love.
Devan's eyes stared out, a simple window that was wide open revealed a vast expanse of rice fields across the street that became a distance.
"Have you been awake for a long time?" as if not caring about what Nayla's simple life is like, Devan chooses to ask about the present.
As with anything his wife is not at all a burden to Devan, according to him his task now is to make Nayla happy.
To forget to ever feel miserable, both because of himself and because he was born from a middle to lower family, as well as a broken home family.
Bitter, full of struggle, bitterness in order to continue the long journey of life. A million spirits are able to foster self-confidence, to successfully complete their education.
"Me, have cooked the village fried rice. Understand the potluck," Nayla turned around and wrapped her hands around Devan's nape.
Smiling as he looked at Devan's face as pure as it was after waking up from his sleep.
"It's okay, the important thing is you," Devan fused his forehead and Nayla's forehead.
Smiling full of warmth, one hand slipped some children's hair that covered part of his wife's pretty face.
"Not the body pegel? Understandably the mattress is less soft, even not tender. Different from Mas's mattress in the city," Nayla smiled looking at Devan's face, while writhing spoiled on Devan's neck.
Maybe it will be a memorable experience, full of challenges. Until sleep feels uncomfortable.
"If that's what you're gonna be his bed," continued Devan while touching Nayla's nose.
"No want! Mas, really, the same wife herself so," Nayla pursed her lips and turned to turn her back to Devan.
By folding both hands on the chest. Look out the wide open window.
Devan was amused to see the behavior of his spoiled wife, sometimes at the same time can change instantly.
For a moment the two fell silent enjoying the beautiful morning, the fresh air and the warm embrace.
"Mas, you still feel at home here?"
"Originally with you. Mas, it must be at home." Nayla nodded and broke away from Devan's embrace.
"Not yet to brush your teeth."
"Still fragrant," Devan hugged Nayla again, did not care for her who had not brushed her teeth, and washed her face.
"Dad!" Felix and Adnan together.
Devan clenched his teeth, annoyed at the two boys who entered never permission first. Nayla breaks away from Devan's embrace, turning to look at her children.
"What's wrong? Let's have breakfast first" Nayla said.
"Dad, let's have breakfast. This Abis we want to go to times, we lure," Felix exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Ke kali?" Devan is not at all interested in such things.
"Yes, Grandpa's coming, too" Adnan chimed in.
"Isn't Grandpa still sick?" Even Nayla was confused to know her father was also fishing.
"Grandfather, say it's strong," explained Adnan again.
"No, Grandpa can't go to the river yet. Mother, will talk to Grandpa, now you eat, Dad too" Nayla looked back at her husband.
"Dad wash your face and breakfast."
"Mother's Hope?" Seloroh Devan raises his eyebrows and seduces Nayla.
"Dad! It means that Mommy made breakfast. It is impossible for the mother to be eaten!" Pissed Felix did not fail to hear the words of the father who he thought was very strange.
Nayla also smiled while massaging her forehead, indeed if it had been gathered together there was only a topic of discussion.
Sometimes even her son and husband argue just because of strange things.
"Here you go, let's eat" Nayla led her two children to the kitchen where there was breakfast on the table.
Devan ruffled his hair, then walked after his wife and son.
Devan was stunned to see the squat toilet, actually not too strange. It's just that he's not used to squat toilets until it's a little uncomfortable.
Even so Devan continued to do the morning ritual well, not a single comment sentence came out of his mouth.
Done shower Devan was out of the bathroom that was located right in the kitchen, forgot to bring a change of clothes because it was used not to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom.
Until all who sit at the dining table are stunned, Santi is no exception who dropped the plate in his hand because he saw the proportional body Devan.