Holy Marriage
Maaf
Alan was massaging the temples, his head still a bit dizzy. His bare-chested body seemed to be chilled by the sweep of the cool breeze from Ac. Then he sat down on the side of the bed, trying to remember the incident last night. When she woke up in the morning, she found herself lying in bed and Anna sleeping on the bed. The first thing he did was run to the bathroom and throw up in the sink. After that he took a warm bath that Anna had provided in the bathtub.
“Pusing?” Anna, who had just entered the room, handed Alan a glass of milk. He already looks neat wearing long pants and long sleeves light blue and sling bag matching color.
Alan grabbed the glass and gulped it down.
“Plis, no longer approach the drink,” Anna said as she placed an empty glass on the bedside table. He sat down by Alan's side and touched the man's hand. “I'm afraid you're going to hell. The drink is illegal, Alan. Semalem you are not aware because of the drink. Whatever the story is, in the eyes of religion I am your legal wife. I have an obligation to ngingetin you.”
Alan nodded.
“What Papa knows?”
Anna shakes. “You're home at one o'clock. I'm taking you to the room so no one knows you're drunk.”
Anna opens the closet and picks up a black t-shirt and hands it to Alan. Soon Alan was wearing the shirt.
“Have you not succeeded in dealing with your problem? I mean, what's your wedding business with Cintya already running?” Anna looked at Alan's face, still sad. The look on his face really couldn't lie to what Alan was going through.
“Not yet. That's what's stressing me out. Cindy was angry with me. He thought I was just giving him false hope. I don't want to lose Cintya.”
I don't know why Anna breathed a sigh of relief. His heart cheered at the explanation.
“What is your problem? Why trouble paring your marriage?”
Anna turned her eyes to the floor. Is it really him who won't allow Alan to remarry?
“Thanks, Anna. You pay the same attention to me. And I'm sorry, um I must have taken care of you.”
Hearing that, Anna's shadow instantly floated on the scene last night. Not only did Alan's heavy body cause him distress, Alan even vomited on his shirt.
“No pa-pa, really. I'm understand. But you must promise not to touch the drink again.”
Alan nodded. He turned off the Ac and opened the desk drawer, picked up a cigarette and lit it with a match. Smoke coming from the tip of the cigarette directly flew in the room, plus the smoke that was sprayed from his mouth.
Anna sighed looking at Alan who repeatedly smoked cigarettes and spouted his smoke in any direction violently. Every time Alan smokes a cigarette, it seems he looks calmer.
Anna snatches the cigarette from Alan's hand and throws it on the floor. Quickly his black shoes stepped on the long cigarette butts. Anna also took out a cigarette box that was still full with her match in the drawer and threw it in the trash can.
Alan was silent to see Anna who was busy earthing scorched the nicotine-smelling stuff.
Anna stood in front of Alan with her arms crossed over her chest. “I don't like male smokers.”
“Reason?”
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