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I was suffocated in fear watching Mas Ilham raise his fist right in Mas Imam's jaw until the corner of his lips bled. But it is wrong Mas Imam, Mas Ilham has tried to speak well, has given a warning also when Mas Imam admitted me, the legitimate wife of Mas Ilham as his own. But instead, he forced me and pulled me into his arms. Finally, to release my hand from the clutches of the man who was not my muhrim, Mas Ilham's fist floated up.

Indeed, Mas Ilham mastered martial arts and he could fight elegantly, but still, I was embarrassed. Who am I, how good I am, or how beautiful I am to be a contest and displayed in front of the public? In the middle of the market, anyway!

No, I don't blame Mashal. She has the right to take that action to take care of me and to keep my honor as a wife. But shame is still shame. I am not used to being a public spectacle, and this is the third time Mas Imam has done this.

And, stupidly he was, he had no martial ability, and he knew every time he attacked, Mas Ilham who remained standing in place could cripple him easily, but, he stood up and attacked Mas Ilham.

What try? Show me that he's fighting for me? Hmm. It's too late. There is no chance to return. Not a little bit and not a second. It just makes us all embarrassed.

After three times managed to paralyze Mas Imam, and release him plus asked him to go well, but Mas Imam still did not want to go and instead returned to attack, inevitably Mas Ilham to curl up and tie him, then asked the people to take Mas Imam to the security post. Although the edges are released as well, because Mas Ilham is not a vengeful man and he does not want this problem to be passed on to the legal path. Not that he was afraid, it's just that, Mas Ilham was thinking too much about the other impacts. Especially, he thought about the feeling of Mas Imam's family that the child should be detained just because of his love struggle in the wrong way. Of course, Mas Ilham did not want to make our respective families bear shame. He didn't want any words: these challenges, those thoughts that people would throw at our extended family.

But still, it will be the fruit of the simalakama, right? The talk and rumors of the community are inevitable. And that's for sure.

Really, believe it or not, this commotion made me tremble. I was afraid later Mas Ilham thought that I deliberately met Mas Imam. Because, it was I who asked Mas Ilham to return to the parking lot by myself while I did not come. I even walked alone without him and knew there was Mas Imam near me.

After deliberation and peace efforts at the market security post, Mas Ilham linked his fingers to me, and took me back to the car. He had the car door busy in the passenger seat for me, and he immediately turned and went in and sat behind the wheel.

"All that?" tanyanya while immersing the ignition key and her car engine. "Nothing else to buy?"

I'm shaking.

"We're going straight home, huh?"

I'm nodding.

"Darling?"

I'm silent.

"Why?"

"It's okay, Mom."

"Still scared?"

"Em."

"Already," he said. "There's nothing you need to fear. Everything-"

"You believe me, don't you? You're not going to mess with me?"

But Mas Ilham smiled. "Oh... So that's what you were thinking?"

I nodded, wanting to cry. "Em, I'm afraid you think that I met intentionally. But no, really. By Allah it is not like that. I didn't know she was here. Oath, Mother. Trust me, please?"

"I believe. But why are you afraid?"

"Yes. because...."

"Because what?"

"Because we just got to know each other."

"And you're afraid I don't trust you enough?"

I nodded again. "Have known each other longer-"

"Darling. I married you because I have a firm belief in you. You are a good woman, and you have a sense of responsibility and loyalty that you uphold. So I won't doubt you one bit. Okay well? Don't think no."

Ah, how kind and wise Mas Ilham. "Thank you, Mum. I'm...."

Ew... Mas Ilham began to. He spoke in such a friendly tone and so close in front of my face. I remembered this repetitive scene the first time he took me to the flower plantation, before he closed both eyes.

"I. no, there's nothing."

"Don't be afraid, Zahra."

"Em. Yep... Mommy...."

"And don't be nervous."

"Oh...."

I'm shaking. Mas Ilham's hand crept behind my hijab and down my back. He scares me even more, but in a completely different sense and in a different way.

"Mas" I said, "don't be crazy. This-"

Oaaah. Kissed my lips with passion.

"What's this, Zahra? Hmm?"

"It's in the parking lot, Mas. Public place...."

"Then? Why the hell?"

My God, one more hand moved to the front of my body. Guerrilla with naughty.

"Buck...."

Now he is the one who does not heed the circumstances around him. While activating his fingers, Mas Ilham silenced my lips again. Kissing me more powerful, deeper and more passionate.

Instantly horror ensued. Is he going to devour me here? Making love to me in this crowded market parking lot?

Oh my God, if he is not serious, but the atmosphere of the newlyweds and the feeling that is stirring between us, this will obviously easily make our desires burn. Especially his passion for Ilham. That hidden loitering, which is now like a broken dam, washed us away in a mad crib of romance. I'mscared....

His extraordinary power, which he showed this morning, was still clearly remembered and made me grieve when he remembered it. Especially having to melt down again at this time? Haduuuuh. But me?

Hicks! Could ringsek me, Mas....

"Hows it? Not scared yet?" ask Mas Ilham, still with his whisper that is *ensual.

I'm shaking. "Now it's not just fear" I said.

"Then?"

"You're making me restless. I-i-"

"Just enjoy it, Zahra. Enjoy."

"Eummmm...."

Bengek I, Mas. bengek.. have a husband like Mas Ilham. His kiss made my breath go bad. Unsettling!

"Honey this in public. If not...." A pinch of my lips he gently bites. "I'll take you crazy."

I giggle. "Yeah, Mas. Thankfully, this is a public place. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll make me unable to walk."

"Good idea. Must've been exciting. We can stay in bed all day. Aye, right? Wantsome? We're going straight home, huh? Be prepared not to walk."

Huh! Crazy one!

The whirring of his edging expanded again.