HATE TO LOVE
Kidnap the Bride

Now Anisa feels like a woman who is kidnapping the groom from the brides.

Anisa also does not know how Bimo can know his whereabouts, but as he remembers he did not tell anyone about his disappearance with Alan.

"Mas, how do you know I was brought to that place?" Anisa tries to express her sense of rudeness, hoping to melt the atmosphere that now feels tense, the aura of dingain even now envelops the two of them, and rest assured that it is not because of the AC Bimo car, but it was cold because they hadn't spoken to each other since.

"Feeling husband!" Bimo answered briefly and sounded sarcastic.

Anisa fell silent again, even when Bimo took her to an inn in the city famous for the cold city, after about an hour of travel.

"Let's get off!" Titah Bimo's.

"Ta-but--" said Anisa hesitant to get off the car.

"As if nothing but - but, I'm tired I want to take a break, I can't afford to drive all night to get home!" Bimo said he did not want to be denied.

Anisa glanced at the circular clock on her right wrist, the time has shown almost 10 pm, if they force to return to the apartment, at least 2 am will just get there, he said, it was fitting that Bimo felt very tired, especially he had also just driven a long distance to save himself from Alan's captivity.

Anisa followed her husband's steps and aligned her steps on Bimo's side, she still felt scared if she was not close to her husband.

The trauma of Alan's treatment of her kept her silent for a thousand languages until they were in the room Bimo had previously ordered at the reception.

The shadow when Alan would dare it just kept spinning in his head, making himself feel disgusted at his own body that had been in the kiss of his ex-lover, even though they used to kiss often, even though they were always kissing, but they did it out of a feeling of liking not for coercion as Alan had done before him.

"I'm sorry to take a shower, ma'am!" Pamit Anisa, really she wants to remove the marks of touch, kiss and Alan's hand on her body, she feels very dirty.

Feeling like a wife who can't keep her own honor.

Almost an hour passed, but Anisa did not also come out of the bathroom, Bimo knew there must be something wrong with his wife, Anisa is not the type of woman who linger in the bathroom, she said, because as long as he knows, usually his wife only takes a quarter of an hour at most to shower, it was usually him while rubbing the bathroom floor, otherwise, less than ten minutes is usually done.

"Nise, Nisa, Anisa!" Call Bimo from outside the bathroom and knock on the bathroom door repeatedly.

There was no sound other than the sound of sobbing Anisa from the inside, because feeling very worried about the state of his wife, Bimo desperately opened the bathroom door that turned out to forget Anisa's key.

Not thinking much longer Bimo immediately turned off the shower that soaked his wife's body, then took a towel that was on the shelf not far from where he was standing at this time, he said, wrapped the towel around his wife's body and lifted the limp body of Anisa who kept crying out of the bathroom and sat her on the edge of the mattress.

Strands by strands of wet clothes were opened by Bimo so that Anisa did not feel more cold, but, until two coverings are left in the body of Anisa who resigned and seemed helpless to prohibit or prevent Bimo's actions on her.

"Sorry Nis, I also have to open this, and this. You will catch a cold if you continue to wear it in a wet state like this," said Bimo stuttered while pointing at the two cloths above and below Anisa's remaining body cover.

But Anisa is still silent, not knowing it as a permission to say yes or even a ban for her husband, but Bimo chose to mean that Anisa's silence is a permit for her.

By holding back his desire as a normal adult man, Bimo turned his mind to not think about it.

'Ah no, no! It is not the time to think about it now!' Bimo warned himself.

Bimo then hurriedly enveloped his wife's innocent body because the last two cloths attached to his wife's body had been removed without the slightest resistance.

"Darling what happened, actually? Tell me, don't save all your own grief, I'm here to listen to all your complaints and grievances, believe me! Please don't be like this!" Bimo carried his wife's body wrapped in a blanket and resembled a cocoon, then laid her in the middle of the mattress, with himself lying next to her.

'What did that bastard do to him until he became like this!' Inner Bimo.

Seeing his wife as silent as it made his heart feel sore, he really was not willing and could not bear to see the burden that Anisa was feeling at this time, she said, he did not know what pain Anisa was feeling, but clearly it must be very heavy, so that it made her shock like that.

"Dear, please don't be like this, forgive me for not understanding your situation, forgive me for being late to help you, forgive me if my attitude has become more and more burdensome to you, I'm not angry at you, I'm not angry at you, for God's sake, I'm just worried and angry at myself for not being able to take care of you, I'm sorry!" Lirih Bimo, at once he felt very guilty for blaming and being cold to his wife, without him caring about the pressure and what events had happened to his wife.

Instead of making his wife calm, he added to the burden of thought and pressure on Anisa, oh, really now Bimo really feels the most evil husband in this world.

"Anisa, I'm sorry, speak don't be quiet like this, I'm confused" said Bimo, framing his wife's cold cheeks with her palms to channel his warmth.

"I love you, I really love you and can't see you like this, my heart aches to see you fall silent like this, please speak up!" Bimo tirelessly kept asking Anisa to talk to him.

"I,,, hiksss, I'm not a good wife, I can't take care of myself, I-I," Anisa then cried again sobbing unable to continue her words.