Marrying Sister-in-law
New Home

The car stopped in Prasetya's courtyard. "Down" he said flatly.

Dara stared at the house that would become her residence, spending the rest of her life here.

If he used to be so excited to come to this house to meet Dinda, now everything is much different.

Now he is present as the owner of this house, not the exact owner of the new occupant of this house, replacing the dinda. A sense of tightness filled his heart again when he remembered Dinda.

Pras saw the virgin not also come down from the car to be very upset. He ripped his lips and returned to his car. Then open the door hard.

"Down!" he said half screaming.

"I'm not deaf" answered the upset. And come down and then leave.

"You are not deaf, but you are stupid." Pras replied slowly . With his quick steps the man just passed by leaving the virgin with his million frustrations.

Finally the virgin chose to give up and shut up, she walked slowly carrying her suitcase. Do not think if Pras would be kind enough to bring it, no, Pras continued to walk into the house.

Hell is just beginning, bathin dara.

Dara prayed in her heart.

o Allah grant me patience and stretch and let my heart live all this. So that I can live it sincerely and patiently, all so Ega. I'm sure there's wisdom behind all the destiny you gave your servant.

After praying, the virgin stepped into the house.

While inside there was the sound of Pras calling his maid.

"Bik, Bik Jum" called Pras to the housekeeper he had brought from his mother's house.

"Yes den" he replied politely and immediately walked over.

"Make tea for me, bik" he said.

After speaking Pras went into his room. Tired and tired in his body feels so real and painful, today it really makes him tired and spend a lot of energy not only physical yes but also his heart.

Pras laid his body on his bed. All sorts of thoughts drift. Between Dara and Dinda.

Her face was almost the same, I didn't expect that she could be that beautiful, even more beautiful than Dinda. But why he hates me so much, what exactly is my fault with him, since the beginning he did not like me, I will find out why and we just see how arrogant he will be, hehe.... Pras smiled cunningly.

Pras got up and passed to the bathroom, after cleaning and changing into house clothes, Pras walked out of the room, he headed for the living room.

Pras was stunned to see dara sitting there.

What did the stone head think, why did he not go straight into the room.

"What are you doing there?" ask Pras.

Not answering Pras's question, dara asked back.

"where's my room?" I heard her saying it loudly.

"Your room? of course in my room, I do not want to split the room" Pras said

Instantly the virgin face looked at him with a piercing sharp gaze. "I don't want to." replied Dara.

"Why? " ask Pras with a mocking smile.

"Don't be afraid, I won't touch you, I just don't want to part with my son, so we're one room. Don't overdo it." he said still with a mocking attitude.

Red virgin's face was extinguished, holding back the anger that had reached the ubun.

he said he wanted to touch me, I didn't want to be touched by him, I just gave myself to the person I love, and that person isn't him.

"I don't want to!" dara was firm

"Clearly, but Ega still has to room with me" Pras said again.

"I'll sleep in the guest room." replied Dara

"No, the room was occupied by Maya. You know, she's now Ega's babysitter." Pras said still with a mocking look.

"You don't have a choice. The room above, it is a special room to store goods Dinda, next to it is my work space, and the most marginal is the exercise room. There is no room anymore, if you don't want to room with me you can sleep here." Pras said without feeling.

Pras smiled faintly, *this is just the beginning, you can't argue or organize me.

With* heavy steps of virgin into the room Pras, shades of blue welcome him, very calm and feel comfortable.

Dara opened her suitcase and put her clothes in the closet, the virgin only brought a few of her clothes, because she would often go home to her old house.

Dara took her nightgown and went inside the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he came out wearing his nightgown. Long clothes complete with hijab. Dara did not want to open the volume, even though Pras has now become her husband and they halal touch.

Yoke.tok...

"non, non. dara" a voice bik Jum called out at the door.

"Yes bik" replied the wench and opened the door.

"Den Pras is waiting at the dinner table" said Bik Jum.

"yes bik, dara will be there soon" he replied.

Dara tidied herself up and went downstairs. Pras was sitting at the dining table. Dara walked over and sat down next to him.

"Pick me some food" Pras said

With a manyun lips and a million pangs, Dara took food for Pras. Dara also knew that, she took vegetable rice and fish for Pras. After that, the two of them ate in silence. Until dinner is over.

After finishing dinner, Pras disappeared maybe he was in his study.

Dara chose to go into the room, she wanted to sleep, but there was no way she would be one bed with Pras, dara took a pillow and bed cover from the closet and chose to sleep on the sofa.

At midnight Pras returned to his room, deliberately busying himself with work. Pras looked blankly at the bed, and circulating his gaze, his eyes stunned at the figure sleeping on the sofa.

Stubborn base.

But Pras did not intend to move it, Pras chose to go up to the bed and fell asleep.

Until the morning, marked the sound of birds singing melodious in tree branches that are still clearly heard in the ears.

Dara had already woken up early and prayed at dawn, her husband was still asleep under her warm blanket. Dara did not intend to wake him, he chose to go to the kitchen to help bik Jum make breakfast.

"Bik's morning" greet the data on bik Jum.

"Morning of the non." replied the smiling Jum.

"What do you usually drink?" ask dara. Although she hated Pras, she knew and understood his duties as a wife.

"Tea non, den Bagas do not like to drink coffee in the morning.

Dara immediately made tea for Pras. Then he made breakfast. When he finished, he put it on the table. And the virgin she chose breakfast first.

After he finished he walked into the living room and watched television. Pras wakes up with his pillow face, looks muffled but cool. Dara who first saw him with his appearance was surprised, not because of the urgency but in this way, Pras actually looks handsome.

Dara immediately turned her face away as she realized she had admired her husband's good looks.

Pras could not help but hold a smile on his lips, hot tea and breakfast were already in session. "Who made it, darakah?" bathinhya

Pras sat himself in a chair and began to prepare food to his mouth, for a moment the chewing stopped. "Enak" bathinnya.

Seeing Pras eating his breakfast, Dara went back into the room and tidied it up. This was not his room with Dinda, Pras had just renovated it and prepared this room for him and the virgin.

Finished cleaning his room, dara came out and returned to the television.

Pras walked to the room and immediately took a shower, he did not reprimand or see the virgin.

"Bik" called Pras from his room.

"Yes den"

"Become is my wife, please aunty treat her just like the mistress used to, report all her activities. Especially when with Ega, I do not suspect him, but I also have to be vigilant" Pras said

I'm sorry virgin, not that I don't trust you, but I have to stay alert, just like Maya.

"Well by the way" replied Bik Jum.