Just Want to Be Appreciated
Beautiful Night

Character introduction.

Elinda Farhanna has lived in an orphanage since childhood. Being the foster child of Karina the orphanage manager, Elinda Farhanna who was called Hanna never knew who her parents were. His education was only graduated from High School, but he was still grateful to be able to feel the beauty of the school. Her body is slim with a height of 160 cm, weight of 50kg. Not too fat and not too thin, mature anchovy skin, slightly squinty eyes, with pitch black eyeballs. The nose is sharp and the lips look stunning. Hooded, and keeping good of his honor. Courteous, loving and always friendly. Her lips were always smiling happily.

Devan Agatha Sanjaya, 175 cm tall, sturdy and dashing body. His brownish black skin with a thin sideburn on his jaw made him look gallant and charismatic, highly educated, accomplished until he successfully completed his S3 education in the United States, and, not too good because the character of Devan Agatha Sanjaya or who is often called Devan is very cold. Devan is the Chief Executive Officer of Sanjaya Group. His life has always been surrounded by beautiful women, but unfortunately it is very difficult to melt the heart of a Devan Agatha Sanjaya.

Diana Andriana, beautiful,****, height 155cm with weight 45 kg. He was a scholar, had many friends and had a wide association. Maintaining body beauty was a top priority for Diana. Because he wants to always look perfect, in front of anyone who sees it. White skin, brownish eyes make it even more attractive. Filled with luxury because her husband is a CEO. Branded goods are one of her characteristics, because it is not a problem for her husband. Proud and arrogant are very attached to the 25-year-old woman.

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"Where are the witnesses" asked the ruler.

SAHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Answer those who witnessed my marriage.

I am Elinda Farhana, today I am very happy to be married to the person I love.

Which man is unhappy when he can sit at the table with his loved ones as well as me.

A happy smile never leaves my sweet lips.

I looked at the perfect creation of God standing before me, my lips continued to praise the creator for bringing us together even now, blessing us in the bonds of marriage.

"Hanna" he said to me, who was now lying beside me.

"Yes Mas Devan, why em??" ask my husband.

Yes my husband's name is Devan Agatha Sanjaya, we are not dating because Mas Devan directly proposed to me. I accepted it unconditionally, because I was already in love the first time we met.

Even the way we met was also very strange to me as it was not strange, when I happened to run, because it was pursued by thugs, who wanted to pickpocket me, he said, then I ran and my legs went into the cave.

I fell, but I'm thankful that I fell those thugs didn't see me.

As long as I was silent in the got, waiting for the thugs to leave, my clothes were wet with the water.

I felt disgusted, wanted to vomit. Like no, the got stinks a lot, but after I made sure the thugs left I decided to get out of the got.

But many times I tried to go up, many times I fell, oh what a shame my fate.

I kept trying to get out of the got, and then suddenly someone reached out to me I was shocked, and then saw who it was.

He smiled at me, nodding his head which signaled I received a helping hand. Then without thinking again I received a helping hand.

A person's good intentions are not good if they are rejected, the name is not polite.

And finally I managed to get out of that foul-smelling got, I am indeed anti-sick, but if this is how it wants to be.

I smiled at her as if nothing was more beautiful than the others. His eyes, his nose, his lips oh no. I could be poisoned if I keep looking at him like this.

Mas smile already dong dong can diabetes adek bang, I don't know it seems I have started to be crazy when it comes to him.

I forgot my stinky shirt, well maybe I've got a virus, love virus wah I'm bad, where the doctor where I have to fix this heart, it seems like something's wrong with me.

I feel my chest shaking violently, my heart in there can no longer be conditioned I don't know, I hope he also feels what I feel.

Love is crazy, love makes me forget the world, hopefully me and her can live together to build a happy household.

"Darling," that voice roused me from my sweet daydream, look at the way it looked at me so sweet.

Slowly I closed my eyes as he began to approach me, I felt his warm roar of breath so touching my nape that I felt calm even as I flew into the clouds.

"Mas.." as he began to enter me, I felt the world as if it belonged to both of us. Not denied this taste is so delicious that I don't want to forget it until later.

"I love you.." whispered with a raucous voice in my ears, I was increasingly stirring no crap.

Nothing can describe my heart at this moment, but can I say to stay this warm.

It feels impossible but this is how I feel, I want it again and again.

Long I looked at the face of the husband who was sleeping beside me, my lips were drawn back to each corner imagining the sweet thing that had just happened. He touched me, his rough hands seemed to make me float, my fantasies seemed to be carried away by a million delusions so beautiful.

Slowly my hands were pointing at his face, and without me guessing the man's eyes were opened. Maybe more precisely my husband, I am am amused to say the word husband. I'm totally crazy. Crazy for his love.

Look at the eagle's eyes again looking at my collar, so sweet. But I'm also embarrassed to be caught staring at him, Emmm. Why do you keep beating without stopping, he's your husband.

"Do you want her again?" whisper it to me, oh. I understand what it means, but what I have to say. My lips say no but me? It's really weird, isn't it? Lips are not in line with how they feel.

"Mas" call me to him.

"What?!" the answer looked at me, his hand even combing the hairdo that touched my face. Say right now I'm in love, yeah.fall in love with my halal lover. Can the world stop turning for a moment, can time just not turn. I wanted to look at him without pause, without stopping, because he was really shifting my world. I don't care who he is, because all I know is that he belongs to me and I belong to him.

"Do you really love me?" I don't know why I asked her that, but she married me. But still stupidly I still ask.

"Why?!"

Look at him, that handsome and dashing man seemed to know his handsome manners. Until he was spreading the charm at this time on me, but there are also other questions. He who spread charm or I who have gone crazy, it seems like I am crazy.

"That's not what I mean.." I haven't finished talking he's been beating me, I'm no longer thinking about my question because I want something he's offering right now.

The night passed so beautifully, the whisper of love seemed to be a distinctive tone for us who were drunk with romance. I'm Erlinda Farhanna's wife but continue to feel in a drunken romance as she whispers love to me. Do you feel as I feel? Seems not. For I am the happiest man.