From TK to KUA
1. A Little God

Yellow janur curved as a sign of marriage, not far there is a blue tent that is now heard the sound of a bridegroom saying kabul.

"I Accept her marriage and marriage, Wulan Septiya bint Tresno with the dowry paid in cash."

"How are the sanctions legitimate?" ask penghulu.

"Well!" the unison words that make everyone say hamdalah.

Unlike the family and the invited guests, the two brides sitting side by side actually let out a heavy sigh.

The second marriage was done due to arranged marriage, Wulan who had just finished the middle-level national exam a week was required to marry Dewa, her classmate.

"Your ex is coming!" whispered God while Wulan was instantly fixated with his arrival.

"Congratulations to you, may you be a happy family of warohmah."

"Mas Apit I'm sorry."

With teary eyes Wulan tried to grab the hand of her ex-lover who had not even decided yet but the man backed away before smiling and leaving.

"Jeez, cry Lan?" scorn on Wulan's husband.

"People don't have feelings like you won't understand."

"Have it, that means he's not your soul mate."

Wulan stared intently at the God. "But I don't want to have a soul mate like you."

"Think I like it? I also want to have a wife who is not like you."

Wulan glared sharply before stepping on the foot of the God who made the eighteen-year-old man complain.

"Now is KDRT legitimate? This is still a lot of people, Lan, very ferocious."

While Dewa mendumel, the girl who wears a white kebaya complete with her custom to look up before she ends up married to Dewa.

Flasback.

Mouth commits memorizing a few words from the book, not far seen middle-aged man who was sitting in a bamboo chair while smoking shook his head to see his son.

"Wulan has not been too hard to learn, women do not need a pinter-pinter, later also the discovery of the kitchen, the same well mattress."

Such condescending talk has become a daily food for women, especially Wulan life in the village that is still thick with culture. It is not a taboo that the first child has become a mother.

"Your father is actually Lan, you must have graduated as well. If you don't pass it doesn't make any difference, you're married to a god." The fat woman approached her husband with a cup of coffee.

"You're getting married soon, rather than reading a book so that you're teaching your mother to cook. Let your husband be at home."

Wulan's feeling was no longer comfortable, he slammed the book and approached his parents.

"Sir! Ma! Let me explain how if I don't want to marry God, I want to go to college."

Mom shakes. "Lecture money where Lan from? You know yourself eat your father should be all day in the field. College money is not as cheap as buying crackers."

"So it's because you're having trouble loving me to eat and then I'm thrown? I think it's the same way you dumped me. Wulan is your son, isn't she?" wulan's tone weakened at the end before a drop of water fell. "Wulan college won't ask you, Wulan will fight for the future."

"Wulans! Don't be stubborn! Everything has been discussed, if the marriage is void to be put where your father's face."

Flashback.

Night had arrived and in the room that had been decorated in such a way that Wulan was stranded, now she just put on her nightgown and ready to wade through dreams but saw the decorations, the girl's feelings became mixed.

"What do you want?!"

Seeing the arrival of her husband Wulan instantly stood up, showing the face of the sangar that made the Gods laugh.

"Just relax, I want to kill you."

Wulan approached, brandishing her index finger. "While we're legitimate doesn't mean you can touch me."

The god also brandished a finger before regressing Wulan's forehead. "It's a really dirty brain, must have been thinking strangely."

"God!" upset Wulan.

Discarding her face, Wulan glanced over to**********husband briefly before clucking.

"At least you don't want that because the shame of the little thing."

The shocked face was not missed from the Gods. "Eh what's the talk?"

Wulan looked at the God. "Your little voice."

"I don't really intend to touch you but you hurt my feelings. It's good to have me small."

The god grabbed Wulan's arm which made the shoulder-haired girl glare, not to mention when her husband brought their body closer to touch.

"God! ***** yes!" hysterical Wulan felt something tense, trying to escape but prevented.

"It's your fault that you're doing me."

"What! Off!" As much as trying to escape.

"Mistake yourself, I'm a normal guy, Lan."

"Mr! Mother help!" shouted Wulan who now made the gods immediately release and shut his wife's mouth.

"Crazy huh?! You're not ashamed?"

Pushing the Gods up to several steps. "Therefore don't macem if you don't want me to scream."

After saying that Wulan immediately headed to the bed and broke down but soon stared at the God who was still standing on the spot.

"Don't look at me! Sleep there!"

The god approached the bed, placing himself next to Wulan who made the girl take a pillow to hit but was held back by the man.

"Neither do I want to sleep, too. There is only one bed. And don't expect me to sleep on the floor. If you don't want to sleep in bed please just want to sleep anywhere."

Wulan went down, not being the role of the woman who got hurt in the novel and slept on the floor but she was out of the room.

When trying to pull the door oddity occurs because not a inch of wood is moving.

"What is God's try."

The god who saw it laughed. "Not a trial but you have to try, here dear brother belai!"

Wulan bristled at hearing the God, it felt like he wanted to disappear with the help of Doraemon.

Mentari forced Wulan to wake up, before descending to glance at the empty part that the god inhabited last night.

"Where is the husband," he murmured.

"The newlyweds are awake, tired last night until bad luck."

It was no wonder the neighbors filled the living room as their hands included food to share, a kind of newlyweds tradition.

"Where does Lan feel?" ask the others with a faint smile. "Enak ya Lan, watch out for addiction."

Everyone laughed in contrast to Wulan who was very embarrassed then quickly went back and entered the bathroom booth.

"First night what the hell, disgust if it's the same God."

The two are indeed friends of the game, their house is still one village even though the distance is not too close, because of that togetherness and from kindergarten to middle class one makes Wulan feel strange to have to marry a figure who every day meets the day instead of the heart, for Wulan Dewa it was a child who liked to disturb him while playing cooking.

"Guil!"

The call made Wulan's body turn, then raise an eyebrow for a second before returning to print rice to share.

"And I want to talk, go to the room for a second."

Neighbors nudged each other, treated to a newlyweds conversation it felt so nice.

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