HATE TO LOVE
The Wedding

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The day of the wedding arrived, the event that was held in the modest house of Anisa was really only attended by the closest family and marriage registrar employees only, only, not even one of their friends invited to the event, but nevertheless, did not reduce the solemnity of the event, all done smoothly and perfectly.

Anisa who was wrapped in a simple white kebaya with simple makeup looked very beautiful, the face that was never polished was changed to greatly radiate the aura of her bride, Bimo also has since been seen stealing eyes on the girl who is now his status as his wife.

The wedding day that should be the happiest day for the two brides was not felt by Anisa and Bimo, they were quite happy when they saw the people closest to him happy.

The title is marriage to make others happy, but yes it is so true that it happens, they do this marriage solely to make their parents happy, not for themselves.

As per the initial agreement, after marriage Anisa will be in boyoong Bimo to move into her house.

It was here that Anisa was now, in Bimo's house, rather in Bimo's room where she had first met that handsome but arrogant and rude man, indeed he never expected there would be a second meeting, a third meeting and a meeting for so many times until now they are finally bound in a complicated marriage like today.

"Why?" bimo asked when he saw Anisa pensive like she was uncomfortable in her private room.

"Ah, no! Do we have to have a room like this?" asked Anisa, not what, Anisa can not pay for how the fate of his heart health, if only by meeting occasionally sometimes he can not control the pounding of his heart that seems crazy, if only by meeting, then now it has to be one room for 6 months, really not good for his heart health.

"Look down, I'm not gonna mess with you, my kind of woman isn't like you!" bimo said, again quite pinching the pain of her self-esteem as a woman,.

'Have to say I'm not his type!' annoyed Anisa, even though she was also self-conscious, it was clear that a handsome and well-established Bimo Mahesa must have very high taste, and who was definitely not a woman like her, she was clearly not, even if she seems to not know herself because she sometimes admires Bimo's good looks, it's only natural that yes, as a normal woman admires a handsome man, especially at the age of Anisa like today.

"Bu-not that I mean mas, I mean afraid that mas feel disturbed by my presence in the private room mas." elak Anisa.

"It would be a question for grandfather and the others if we were not one room, furthermore maybe they could be suspicious of our trinkets" Bimo explained.

"I deliberately replaced the bed with a very large size, so that if we sleep one bed there is still a large space between us." continued Bimo.

Anisa just nodded obediently, although frankly there was a feeling of doubt and awkwardness, in her lifetime she never slept one bed with another man.

Sure enough, at nightfall, if people say it's time for the first night, for the brides, it doesn't apply to Bimo and Anisa.

Feeling tired with the series of events all day earlier, Bimo was immediately closed in his spacious bed, while until almost midnight Anisa could not close her eyes at all.

Finally Anisa chose to finish the picture, because tomorrow has begun to develop, Bimo has given some experts to be his work team in the work of his apartment.

Not felt, so cool Anisa drawing, the time has shown at half 5 am, Anisa hastur down to go to the kitchen, although not included in the category of good, Anisa can be if only cooking breakfast.

"What's the bi's taste?" Anisa's question surprised the most senior housekeeper in the house.

"Akh, madam just make a surprise,!" said the middle-aged woman while stroking her own chest, it seems bi Nani really felt shocked by Anisa's greeting just now.

"May I help, I want to cook for my grandfather and also mas Bimo, aunty can teach me and tell me what breakfast they usually eat?" Ask Anisa again.

"Big masters and young masters usually have omelette breakfast, they are most happy with vegetable omelets." bi Nani replied.

"Well, what if I cook today? Aunty just make sure that I don't include groceries that Grandpa and Mas Bimo don't like, because I haven't--" almost Anisa let go talking that she does not know what about her husband's favorite.

"Ah yes, ma'am, take it easy. Oh yes ma'am, auntie is confused, she said the mistress has been dating the young master for 3 years, but back then, you guys were like--" Tanya bi Nani yng at that time was a witness where she quarreled with Bimo, and bi Nani was sure that they really did not know each other at that time.

"Ah, it is not necessary to discuss bi, the name of a mate and destiny is the secret of God," elak Anisa who managed to contain bi Nani no longer asked about it, about it, ungkin bi Nani felt it was none of her business, and her employer was not willing to tell her she had to watch over it.

"Oh yeah, one more thing, don't call me madam, I feel like the head office is like that! just call my name, call Nisa," said Anisa.

"Good nyo- uh, mba Nisa," said bi Nani who felt still unusual by calling his master's wife.

It's just that so far from several times he met the ayu girl, bi Nani has been able to conclude that Anisa is a good and friendly person, the proof is that he does not hesitate to chat with himself in dpur, and do kitchen work.

"Bi, what's aunt's cooking with other spices?" bimo asked who felt that there was a stranger who was caught by his taste senses.

Bimo is very careful when it is about the taste of the cuisine he eats.

Anisa who is also now sitting at the same dining table with Grandpa Surya and Bimo immediately felt afraid of herself, lest Bimo not like the cuisine he made, even though he had followed the instructions given by bi Nani earlier.

"Anu, it was Mba Nisa who cooked," replied bi Nani timidly.

"why don't you like my cooking, huh? Sorry!" regret Anisa.

After finding out that Anisa was cooking, Bimo immediately fell silent, he no longer said anything, did not protest or praise his cooking.

"Sorry, tomorrow I don't cook anymore" said Anisa who began insecure because of Bimo's attitude.

"Yes, tomorrow you don't have to cook for him, you cook for grandpa, because grandpa likes your cooking, it's delicious!" praise Surya's grandfather.

"I never forbid you to cook, nor have I ever said your cooking is bad, why are you so sensitive!" great-grandson Bimo.