Married With Friends
CHAPTER 2

Arriving in their room seemed awkward, because their status had now changed to husband and wife.

"It's normal that tar loe don't have to strain gini, hahaha" said Andra trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Hmmm dra, I know now you've become my husband butiii.." hung up his words.

"Loe be calm, I won't ask for my rights as a husband before you're ready.

But inget Tar I'm a normal man." he said while raising his eyebrows

"What the hell loe." said dance while laying himself in bed, do not forget to keep the bolster in their midst as a barrier

"All you guys make a fort here Tar, use all the barriers, sleep with your own husband too." grumbled Andra

"Let's !" exciting Dance while closing her eyes trying to sleep

The night is getting late but Tari is still awake, somehow he can not be closed. Mind floated.

In an expensive restaurant two human beings were sitting enjoying a luxurious meal.

Suddenly the man took out a red box containing a diamond ring.

"Dari want you to be my life partner, the future mother of my child's child?" said Gery, the man who did not marry her, that jerk is Gery. A man who can destroy the hopes of Dance and her family.

Happy, Tari accepted her proposal.

"Yes, I want to." replied Tari with the feeling of flowering flowers.

The hope of Tari being Gery's wife the man she loved has now been lost.

"Damn the jerk man, his heart and his lie me, aaarrghhh." muttered Tari while hitting the mattress he slept on

Andra also woke up "Ngapain anyway loe, noisily know.

I'm fucking this."

"Well, if you want to sleep, go to sleep, why do you take care of me" he told Andra

"No need to take care of you, the problem is that you disturb me to sleep, what loe maaaauu...?" hang up his question while raising his eyebrows.

"Ih what the hell loe ngeres aja loe brain, ogah well.

There I want to sleep." replied Tari shudder in horror as she imagined her first night ritual with Andra.

"No, I don't want me." Her mind

"Hahaha brain loe tuh who ngeres, um I said what do I want to try?" andra Laughter.

"Loe tuh well, don't know ah cape talking loe." An angry dance turned her back to Andra.

In the morning when Tari woke up suddenly her stomach felt heavy, after realizing it turned out there was a burly arm wrapped around her stomach.

Dari looked back and found that Andra was sleeping soundly and hugging her.

Dance reflexes screamed and kicked Andra to the point of falling under the bed.

"Aarrgghhh."

"Aawww." Andra complained while rubbing her butt.

"Loe why the hell is Tar? haphazardly kicking people, sick at it."

"Abroadly indiscriminate, loe tuh haphazard.

Sleep haphazardly ! why are you sleeping in my room?

play hug hugging everything." tari's nag

Andra flicked her forehead Dance "Loe forgot huh?

we're husband and wife, obviously we're sleeping in the room."

"Hehehe, yes I'm sorry.

I forgot." while grinning the horse Dance apologized.

"Eh but even though we sleep one bed do not have to hug it dong" he protested.

"Emang why hm? my husband loe,gue entitled dong hugged loe even more than that.jl" said Andra, their distance is very close leaving a distance of a few centi.

deg

no matter what feeling was bubbling in Dance's heart, suddenly her cheeks felt hot

"But I'm not ready for dra." Dance is embarrassed

"Baaaaahaha loe freak tau, why do you become gini.

awkward know?" andra had been trying to hold back her laughter.

bugh

"Loe is well ! eeeugghhh." so furious, Tari left Andra.

"Where are you going?" ask Andra.

"Mandi." answered the short dance

"Ikuuuutttt." Andra said in a spoiled tone

"Ogaaaahhhh."

In the modest kitchen where Sumi's mother's power is Tari.

Dancing approached her mother who was cooking.

"Can anyone help Dance?"

"It's almost over, you call your husband to take him out to eat" replied his mother

when Tari was going to his room to call Andra, the husband was already at the dinner table chatting with his father.

"Just want me to call, it's already here aja loe dra." cried Tari

"It's polite to talk to your husband !" snapped sir Syarip Tari's father.

"Sorry sir, Dance is a habit.

why the hell, sir? Andra is also Tari, Tari is the same Andra used to talk like this" explained Tari

"Yes you know, but now that Andra is your husband, you have to respect him.

Don't call names impolite." said Mr. Syarip.

"Keep Dance should call Andra what?" ask her dad Dance.

"Call me, it's not polite to call me by name." replied Mr. Syarip.

"Huh? mas?" Dari felt amused himself calling his best friend was mas.

"Why?" mr. Syarip glared.

"Tiii.no sir." Dari looked down afraid, from since Little Dance most afraid dance when his father was glaring.

Because his father has always been strict in educating children.

Moreover, the only child dance puppet, Mr. Syarip does not want to fail to educate children.

Sumi's mother also came to bring her cooking and served at the dining table.

Deftly Dance helped her mother serve her cooking.

Simple cuisine cooked by the mother Sumi vegetable asem, salted fish, fried tempeh and terasi sambal (yummmyyy) negates a very heavy but appetizing breakfast.

They eat with greed.

After breakfast they gathered in the family room.

"Sir Ma'am, the plan is that Andra wants Tari to stay at Andra's house.

Did mom and dad allow it?" permit Andra.

Dari felt objection in his heart he spoke "Damn Andra, he did not speak first as I directly play permission to the father of the same mother only." with a look of annoyed face

"Obviously the same father let me son, it's the duty of Dance as a wife to follow wherever you take son, is it not mom? obviously Mr. Syarip.

"Yes sir right, when are your plans to move into your house, son Andra?" ask Sumi.

"The plan is tomorrow ma'am." replied Andra.

"Tomorrow the dra? eh mas?" tanya Tari to the husband, but the name changed when he saw the sharp gaze of his father.

"Emang why? nothing's wrong, right?

tomorrow or whenever you have to follow your husband." asked Mr. Syarip.

"Yes Tar, the day after we start working.

So tomorrow we have to move to our house, the distance of our workplace is not too far from our home.

It's our home, that's what Andra calls it.

The house that used to be hard-earned to wake up with the results of his own sweat is now the house of Dance as well.

Andra is a warrior, not an heir because Andra since childhood Andra lived in an orphanage that does not know where her parents are, whether they are alive or not.

"Well, then, I'll help you pack so that tomorrow doesn't bother."

"Yes, thank you" Andra said