Love for Adita
Love For Adita 27

Day change day.. Tomorrow is my and Tristan's wedding day. Although not a girl anymore, but still I feel nervous about welcoming that special day.

Tristan hasn't told me in a few days. Does Tristan want to focus on facing a new chapter that we will soon travel together?

Trings...

One message came in from a new number. There was a picture someone sent.

I opened the message with a feeling of dag dig dug.

There is a photo of Tristan hugging a beautiful woman and there is a little boy among them.

(You're just his escape. Tristan doesn't really love you.)

How shiny. Just wanted to build a household heresy, but the trials have been blocked.

I knocked on the dresser many times. Reply or... leave it alone?

After thinking long enough, I finally decided not to hit the sender of dark messages.

Right now my mind and soul must be completely fresh. Moreover, tomorrow is my wedding day and Tristan. Tristan and I will be kings and queens tomorrow.

***

Early in the morning, Mami and Anaya were picked up by Tristan's private driver.

Unmitigated, Tristan hired the services of a famous wedding fairy. She said she wanted my wedding day to look more beautiful than usual.

The long white wedding dress is so beautiful in my body. It was never in my mind that my marriage to my two would be this luxurious.

And here we are this morning, waiting for Tristan to recite the qabul in front of Allah and the witnesses.

The ijab qabul event is underway. Tristan so smoothly said the qabul ijab. Until the word is right in my ear.

I was moved, crying happily. Now I officially bear the title of Tristan's mistress. That handsome boss is now completely mine.

***

The party is over. Tristan hurriedly took me to a place he had prepared.

Turns out Tristan took me to a fancy hotel in our town.

The door of the hotel room was opened, the fragrance filled the sense of smell. Red roses filled the floor of this room

So sweeets....

" Do you like it?"

" Whose idea?"

" It's definitely not my idea, baby..."

I smiled, "when are you creative?" I pinched Tristan's cheek slowly.

" Are you brave?"

" Dare what?"

" What is it?" Tristan scratched his head that was either itchy or not.

I'm authorized to clean the body first. Tired of having a party all day.

I brought a change of clothes that I would wear in the bathroom.

" Why bring clothes in, baby?"

" em's... Yeah, papa, Tristan." I was nervous to respond to Tristan's temptation...

Tristan took the clothes out of my hand and put them on the nightstand.

" What does Tristan mean?"

" Wear this." Tristan gave me a blazing red-colored debgan service shirt.

I covered my face with both hands.

" Why?"

" Shame Tristan..."

" We're legitimate, baby. It's halal."

With a heavy heart I received Tristan's official dress.

Then I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

This is not the first, but why am I still ashamed...

I take off Tristan's clothes.

How could I look like this in front of him?

***

I came out of the bathroom shy. My chest was covered with a towel.

Tristan approached me, looking down at me from head to toe. Makes me uncomfortable.

" What's up, Tristan?"

" That's..." He pointed at my chest.

" What?"

Tristan pulled the towel, but the next second he fell silent. Even now the zakun is even up and down.

" A-i.mandi first." It passed from before me.

Strange, what's wrong with him?

I lay my body on this padded bed. I covered my body with a blanket. Either because I was tired and sleepy, I closed my eyes, the intention of the heart only sleeping a few minutes. I actually slept and woke up at exactly three in the morning. I found Tristan sound asleep next to me while hugging me tightly.

Our first night was missed. Tristan was fast asleep next to me.

Unable to sleep and afraid Tristan disturbed his sleep, I idly took a cell phone. When I opened it there was a message coming in from the woman's number.

" It's so hard on him."

(I'm sure tonight Tristan missed your first night.)

" What's the matter?" Reveal my mind is upset.

You fucking know-it-all. I don't know where I'm coming from, I want a prank on the dark messenger. I'm sure his heart will bleed blood reading from me.

I started typing a message, (don't be pretentious. How cruel my husband is. Even tonight we do it many times.)

I giggle reading this crazy message. " Let's know how she feels."

" Who knows the taste, who?" Tristan buried her face in my back.

Since when did he wake up?

" I'm sorry I overslept."

" No problem. There's still plenty of time to start it all."

" Tan.I can ask you something."

" Just ask."

" Who is this woman?" I showed you a picture of a woman and a child from my mobile gallery.

Tristan looked to be breathing heavily.

He stared at the photo for quite a while.

" It always is. Every time I start a new life, that woman always sends me this photo. I never knew where he was now."

" Have you ever been married?"

Instead of answering my question, Tristan rubbed my hair gently. Peeping my cheeks intimate.

" I'm sure you're a good woman, even though you've never known my past, Adita."

" Do you believe that?"

" yes. I'm sure we can build a housewife happily though..."

" Since..?"

" Some day the woman will come to us."

" Let's explain a little who that woman is. So I'm not surprised to hear a lie that might hurt me.

" It used to... I loved that woman once. Nabila.. We married. Guess what, am I happy?"

" Obviously you're happy. Isn't that your lady?"

" Yes... But I found him in bed gymnastics with another man."

" You're having too?"

" Yes... You know what it feels like? It hurts here." Tristan patted his chest.

" What hurts more is that the woman is pregnant. I don't even know whose son she's born with."

" Are you not doing a DNA test?"

" For what? I was disappointed in his mother."

" You can be disappointed with his mother, but taking responsibility without knowing the facts is definitely wrong."

" Yes.it's true what you said. But ever since I divorced her, she's never asked me for anything. But he always ruined my life when he was about to marry another woman. The night before we got married, I was so worried. Ye know? I didn't sleep because I was waiting for you to decide our wedding."

" But that will never happen to Tristan.. "

" Is it because you love me?"

" I'm studying Tristan. And I hope you can nurture the seeds of my love to flourish."

I was relieved because I already knew the fact that Tristan was waiting to fall asleep with me. Turns out he stayed up before our wedding night