Married by Accident
Finally

Holidays are over, solid activities must be undertaken again. Bambang and Irin have returned to the capital. The souvenirs they brought were divided into Bambang's office friends and Irin's college friends. For the neighbors is the ration bi Ijah who shares, he who knows the surrounding environment more.

And without Irin knowing, tucked in a medium-sized red plastic package, he said entrusted from his parents Winda.

"When is the nitip? Why be titipated!" irin's Protest on Bambang.

Irin remembered the photos she found so she felt very jealous with everything about Winda.

"It's Rin's tradition, if anyone comes home there must be a parent who leaves souvenirs for his child who does not come home."

"It's just your tradition with Vinda!" groused Irin.

Bambang gasped to hear the 'you' speech signifies Irin is angry with him. Irin usually calls Mas.

"Lagian Irin you know who squirms Mba Yuni in and in by-but there is no pesen if it is the care of his parents Winda." Irin continued her scolding.

"You jealous, huh, Rin?" bambang Goda. Irin did not answer and increasingly moved her lips.

"Surely Irin, this is just tradition. This mending you know, it used to be more than this when you went home where you were still riding the bus. Now aja mas friends who used to wander together have moved across the chain, there are also those who stop wandering. Yeah, so at least there's a Winda whose parents nitip." Bambang.

"Winda's parents aren't tech-savvy what? there are many expeditions now. Send things not need to pass by ex."

Bambang laughed with Irin's reply.

"You're really jealous huh?"

"No, don't worry!"

"Yes, if this beautiful wife does not like it. This item does not need to be conveyed to Winda, just say the item is lost. Done."

"Seequaju!" irin's response was firm as it passed. Women are not good at hiding their feelings of jealousy.Bambang just laughs with his wife's behavior, then separates the red plastic package.

Returning home has brought some good changes to Irin's mental health, even to Bambang himself. His strength was like being replenished by the shower of affection and family warmth.

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The next few days passed busy.

The closeness of Bambang and Irin that has been intertwined beautifully, must be interrupted by a myriad of tasks and work that seems endless. It is not clear that they are both former patients of depression. Time erodes all wounds and replaces them with new streaks of happiness.

That night Irin waited for Bambang to pick her up after college. Suddenly the silver car stopped right in front of Irin, while Bambang's car was black.

The car glass was lowered, the figure of the man behind it seemed to wave his hand. Irin smiled to recognize him. Then the man returned a smile as he got out of his car and approached Irin.

"Didn't see you Rin for a long time" said Dr. Rian.

"How are you?" he continued, extending his hands to shake. Irinpun.

" good. Rian how are you?"

"Good pass, still waiting for ojek or ...,"

"Mas Bambang is picking me up. Oh yes, Irin has not had time to say thank you directly to Mas Rian, if not Mas who ran around with Irin, I don't know what happened."

"Sama-sama Rin, also mourn for your fetus that did not survive."

"Yes, I'm sincere."

Irin just blushed in embarrassment, "Mas too, I hope you can mate. Aamin ...."

"Later Rin, still haven't clicked after you. I want to go to school first, I want to be an Obstetrician. And you know, what happened to you at that time left my doctor's soul shaken, so much blood before my eyes but I was helpless. So I decided to fight to save the fetus and pregnant women more" he explained fiery with hyperbole typical of him.

"Well, I inspire dong."

"Always Irin, you're bleeding can lead me to find a better way of life, especially if ...."

His words came to a halt, just as the black-colored highlight of the car befell them. Which then parked in front of Rian's car. Bambang without hesitation came down to his wife.

"Hay man, how are you?" greeting Rian to Bambang both shake hands.

"Well, how are you, Yan?" the two seemed familiar when they met again in a better atmosphere and condition.

"I'm also kind, just accidentally passed by and saw your beautiful wife alone. Rather than being teased by passers-by so I'll help you take care of it, man."

"Hahaha, thank you Yan, you are indeed the most able."

Irin looked in wonder at the familiarity of the two. After saying goodbye, they dissolved themselves.

"Digodain is the same as Rian?" search Bambang on the way home.

"No! 'help njagain, he said."

Bambang also smiled at Irin's answer, but no longer intended to discuss it.

"Tomorrow is not Rin's holiday? how about we hang out tonight, have coffee or watch a movie."

"At home if you want to watch the movie Mas, buy coffee same pizza first. How's it?" irin's Proposal.

"All right!"

They also stop by the pizza outlet first and then buy coffee at their subscription store. The car also drove home.

Because Irin's room has television they also hang out and watch in Irin's room after bathing and cleaning themselves from fatigue today. It was the horror movie that Irin chose. Bambang just followed, a Korean film titled Train To Busan accompanied their night.

But coffee is just coffee, the tired Irin is unable to resist sleepiness, and sleeps leaning on Bambang's arm. For a moment Bambang swallowed his saliva, looking at Irin who was asleep beside him.

Bambang laid Irin on his bed. For a moment in the face of the perfect wife. The chunks of ice in their midst had all this time slowly started to melt away, changing with the relationship getting warmer.

Bambang then brought his face closer and warmed Irin's forehead, continuing on both cheeks and emptying on the lips. Only a fleeting kiss, but then Irin's eyes opened.

Bambang was surprised, their views met each other. Bambang was about to rewind his head away, when Irin's hand suddenly grabbed his neck and made the two's faces come back very close.

Irin boldly kissed her husband's lips for the first time. With sincerity and willingness. The pent-up desire that excited Bambang like getting a green light that he had been waiting for so long. A gentle and desirable touch.

The honey of love that he had hoped for all this time had been delivered by his wife. Bambang began to take off one by one the clothes Irin was wearing, without the cries, shouts, punches, kicks, or scratches as before. His passion was warmly welcomed, his patience was sweet, and their love blossomed beautifully. Bambang no longer forcefully, he fondles warmly, touches gently, and ultimately manages to unite the love of both in a much better state, and an equally sincere heart.

"I love you, Rin," whispered Bambang.

The night went by very long and full of love. Two human beings are embodied by destiny. Trapped in an unexpected way. Be wounded by selfishness and sweetly treated by time.

Bambang and Irin.

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