Loving My Brother's Fiancee
44. Spousal

The word legitimately echoed in the house of Anton's family. Today Abraham decided to marry Salwa. Like his promise, the man also flowed funds to his father-in-law's company, after Papa Handi previously stopped the flow of funds.

Abra no matter how much money he had spent, as long as the man could have Salwa, that was enough. The treasure would also never run out if only for such a small thing. Abra has also told Salwa who she really is and what her job is abroad. Apart from being a businessman, he is also the head of a mafia group.

The woman was not so surprised because she could feel the moment Abra helped her back then. Even so, Salwa did not mind, as long as the man did not kill people and walked in the right place. Abra promises he will run his group on the right path and will stand up for those who deserve to be defended.

"Congratulations, Boss. You finally got married too. I think you'll be single for life" Leo said, shaking hands with Abra. Behind the man was Luke who also wanted to say congratulations.

"Are you tired of working with me?" abra asked with his cold face.

"Silence, Boss. Don't take my words for heart," said Leo who then turned to look at Salwa. "Sister-in-law, you have to help me. Right now my life is in danger," continued Leo who acts like a persecuted man, making Abra turn his eyes lazy.

Salwa smiled in response. She did not expect that her husband and his men could joke as well. The woman thought the mafia group was serious and creepy, but not really. Luke and Leo are people who like to joke.

"Sister-in-law, this is a gift for you. Don't forget it's worn tonight, yeah!" said Leo.

"Later tonight? What is the prize?" salwa asked by staring at the gift of Leo.

"It's a mandatory outfit for newlyweds, so sister-in-law should wear it to please the husband."

Salwa just fell silent while thinking for a moment, what clothes did Leo mean. After a few seconds, he finally understood. The woman just looked down embarrassed because she felt bullied by them.

"You don't have to listen to them. They are just singles who are jealous to see the newlyweds" Abra said, hugging his wife's waist.

"Who said we're single?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes .. no!" leo made everyone laugh.

"Here you go, let's go! There are still many people who want to congratulate them." Luke pulls his brother's hand, causing Leo to wriggle at him for still wanting to talk to Abra and Salwa. Her brother is pulling her.

"They're very funny. I guess in your group, everyone's cold and stiff, but looking at Luke and Leo, it seems like everything just got rid of."

"Why can you think like that? Not everyone in our group is cold and stiff. Well ... maybe is some."

"Just by looking at your face, I already know that your group is stiff."

"What's wrong with me? Do I look so stiff?'

"It's not stiff anymore, but it's dry. You have to joke like them."

"You have now dared to praise the other man in front of me!"

Salwa closed her mouth. Abra did not like to hear her lover praise another man. Every time she talked about another man, her husband would be upset.

"I'm not praising. I'm just telling you the truth, but I'd rather you're like this so no woman would come near you."

"So you're possessive?"

"Yes, if you think of it that way, just say yes," Salwa replied with a smile making the man smile as well.

The show is finally over as well. Abra did not invite many people. The guests were dominated by Anton's co-workers. Both of the men's parents were not visible at all. For him it was better than them coming and throwing a tantrum.

"Are you really going to go and live abroad?" anton asked as they were enjoying dinner.

"Yes, we'll leave after Abra's trial is over. We'll settle there. If we had the chance, we would definitely visit. If you'd like to, Om, you can come there" replied Abra.

"Why do you still call me Om? Now you're my daughter-in-law, so just call Papa, just like Salwa."

Abra nodded without saying a single word. Actually he was lazy to make small talk with Anton. He's a man who only attaches importance to possessions rather than his own daughter. However, he was happy because he did not have to bother asking Anton for his blessing.

While Salwa rolled her eyes lazy. He was so fed up with his only selfish papa. Had revenge been innocent, that woman would have done it yesterday.

After dinner, Salwa took her husband to the room. It's time they took a break. The woman's body was also tired from the party earlier this afternoon. Although only for a moment, but quite exhausting. What about the other people who had a party a day last night? Salwa could not imagine it.

"Are you tired, honey?" abra asked his wife.

"Lumayan, Mas."

"What did you call me?"

"Mas. Can I call you that name?"

"Of course I can. I'm glad to hear it" Abra said with a smile. "You want me to get a massage?"

"It doesn't matter, Mas. You must be tired too."

"It's okay." Abra just started massaging his wife's legs. However, it was immediately rejected by Salwa. The woman knew that her husband was just as tired.

"I'm fine. Yuk, just sleep! I want to be hugged by you."

Abra remained silent, reluctant to sleep with his wife. He's a regular guy who has n*fsu. The man wasn't sure he could control it while being with a woman who was already legitimate to him.

"Why, Mas? Don't you want to sleep with me?" salwa asked with a sad feeling.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid I'm going to be khilaf. Your body is still tired" replied Abra quietly. It's barely even audible.

Salwa smiled in response. If someone else, must have forced him, but Abraham was very concerned about the situation of the wife. How lucky she is to have a husband like him.

"Mas, even though I am tired, but I will still serve you if you want, so there is no need to fear the khilaf. We are legally husband and wife" said Salwa.

"I just feel sorry for you. You must be tired. Come on, let's go to sleep!" Abraham stretched out his body and stretched out one hand. He asked Salwa to sleep there. The woman complied with her husband's wishes and hugged the man's body.

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