God's Choice of Mate
Welcome

"Today I want to go back to teaching." I said as I put the bread containing peanut butter on Mas Rayyan's plate. This is my new routine every morning, which is to make tea and prepare breakfast. Itung - itung as a form of thank you because my handsome husband, plates and henchmen have granted my request to live alone aka split with parents.

So, when I got home from Bogor 2 weeks ago, exactly the day the tragedy happened, Mas Ray drove me home to Daddy's. I'm the 45 spirit to complain Daddy to Mommy, in the hope that Mommy will help me end this marriage even made hurt. How not to try? once home, Mas Ray and I were immediately welcomed by the newlyweds. Pake event at lemarin kembar 7 everything else, iiiihhhh. And most painfully, I saw Mommy in the front row and the most excited with Ibu mas Ray.

After the flower-throwing event I had to be forced to sleep together with a stranger who was my husband. Fortunately my bed has 2 beds that can be pulled. So I kept sleeping in my bed and Ray slept in the other bed.

About 7 days after changing status, Mas Ray had to stay at Daddy's house exactly bobo in my room. I'm not the problem of the room he anyway we're different bed the problem is Mommy and Daddy who always have a way so that we are always close. Fortunately again, at that time the work of Ray left the morning home at night. But once upon a weekend, they deliberately ngunki us all day in the room. What does it mean try? That's why I asked Mas Ray to stay alone.

What about my in-laws? Ah, as the saying goes, out of the Lion's mouth goes into the Wolf's mouth. They are more aggressive and terrible than Mommy and Daddy. 3 days at home in-laws are not much different from at home Mommy. In fact, we every day have to drink strange herbs that taste very bad🤢. Said Mamer (mama-in-law) is a powerful herbal medicine and fertilizing herbs. Ieu, they think we want anything.

Behind all the silliness of the parents, Mas Ray always said that we should still do good to them. If we can't divide them at least don't let them down. So all this time we keep being nice and pretending to accept this marriage so they don't get disappointed. But when will it be? Only God knows.

"You want to go together?" Bargainly.

"I took a Grab, it's not good to see friends. He did not reply but focused on composing his phone.

This is my first day back to teaching after the forced marriage incident 2 weeks ago. I look as usual, wearing a white bone blouse combined with a tight pencil skirt black to the knee. Not to forget the black high hells and super mehong tote bag complete my appearance. Perfect!.

My arrival was immediately welcomed by friends who have missed me for 2 weeks.

"Bu Shafa, where the hell haven't you been? is mom sick? how come we ain't nobody in bales?" Ask Anne in a row to me who just landed my ass on the chair.

"Oh that. emmm I have a little business.heheh" I answered briefly.

"So far from that time, Rayyan's mother and father did not return to the camp? Ask bu Ita full of search. Die if I get caught.

"Eem. it-it-"

"Me and Ms. Shafa went straight back to Jakarta, it happened that our parents were also in Bogor at that time" said Mr. Rayyan who arrived to appear. Our conversation was clearly heard because we were currently in the teacher's room.

"Oh yes 2 weeks no see, ma'am Shafa maakin beautiful aja." This Mathematics teacher is very excited to test my beauty. She doesn't know if it's my husband next door.

"Thank you, Rudi"

Mr. Rudi is one of the student idol teachers after Mr. Ray for sure. And her romances she keeps a taste in me. Not that I'm a pawn, but of all the attention he's given to me he obviously likes me. Unfortunately, he's not my type.

Speaking of types, I've found my future type of dream guy. Name's Samuel. We dated 2 years ago. He is handsome, cool, caring and understanding, singing and tajir twisting for sure. Not her I matre ya, but her name must live realistic dong. Find a partner that is not only handsome but also well established, thankfully if you can get both.

So far my relationship with Sam is fine. I still send news often. But now it is rare to call like first because he was busy taking care of his family business. Just information well guys, this Samuel is a mixed Indo-Canadian blood so his face is a bit chirpy, even though it is predominantly Indian.

After teaching in 3 classes I was finally able to rest as well. Teachers are exhausting. Luckily I don't teach German, so it's not as dense as other subjects. Even so facing students with a variety of characters requires extra patience. I had time to watch the news, there was a teacher who was sued for punishing a bad student and his parents did not trima, I felt like the claws of his mother the child. What does he think is a good teacher? Sometimes when my emotions often curse those who can't be set. Astagfirullahaladzim

The atmosphere in the teacher room was quite quiet because all the teachers were still not out of the classroom. I'm a little quick out because of the emotions there is that why I'm getting richer and richer with a newlywed. I was being misinformed. Than I was raging in class mending me out.

Lunch is 30 minutes away. Mending I play Smule application deh, just consider entertaining myself.

Tests...Tests... Um... Ok ready. Camera is on...Play it.

I chose the song "Trust" popularized by Afgan and Raissa.

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We will be together forever

Through everything that can separate the two of us

We will be together forever

There will be no doubt now or later..

Believe this.

Not yet finished I sing one song, I see the shadow of someone behind me from my phone because my front camera is on. It turns out that it was Ray. Very disturbing to know.

"Eat!" He said, Without a smile and without further ado, he placed a bag of food in front of me. This is the name of the responsible husband, giving a living to his wife.

"Thank you my husband..hehehe" I tried to tease him.

There's no answer. He was busy with his laptop in front of him. Actually, if you pay close attention to Mr. Rayyan, his handsome is above average, and I also just found out that my husband is the owner of several famous Muslim fashion brands in Indonesia. Cool right?