Marrying the Old Virgin
Not Salihah's Wife

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...NOT SALIHAH'S WIFE...

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People say love is blind, because the experiencing sometimes can not see clearly who we love even do not know when the love began.

Love can also turn into hate in the opposite way. No one can resist love including Amara Kalina. Being with a man made him fall in love.

Similarly, Randy Kalingga who finally dropped his heart on a girl who had to be married. However, the problem is getting more complicated because Randy already has a future wife and the date of the wedding is clear. Unable to refuse the marriage due to the insistence of both families, polygamy eventually became a choice and solution.

What is the story of love and the family they live in? Follow Amara, Randy and Hana.

Chapter Digging

“Assalamu’alaikum, deck.”

“Walaikumsalam, Mas Randy did I interrupt?” ask Hana at the end of the phone.

“No, but I was driving,” said Randy.

“Hm. Yes already I will not linger, the invitation card is finished printing. For Mas Randy, I just package it or how?”

“Hm, later I will be in touch with Mr. Kyai,” proposed Randy.

The call soon ended, a smile on Randy's face because soon he would propose a beautiful girl and salihah son of kyai and the owner of the boarding school. Although Randy was actually born and raised in a business family, but he himself once tasted pesantren education so it can be said that his religious knowledge is better than other family members.

“Rain,” said Randy who was then grateful because even though it rains is a blessing.

Randy's road is getting damaged and even left and right of the road is a garden. Driving with great care and attention distracted at a figure not far in front of him. There are riders from the opposite direction who are in trouble because the bike is stuck on a broken road. The closer Randy gets, the more he realizes the rider is a woman.

The man pulled the car over and stopped, looked for an umbrella and got out of the car.

“Motor why Mbak?” ask Randy.

The woman turned her head and saw her clothes were wet as well as her face and hair.

“Pak Randy!”

“You ...”

“Why with your bike?” ask Randy.

Amara shook her head.

“Contact the workshop or your family,” Randy said.

Amara took out her phone from her jacket pocket.

“So it fell when the motor skid and broke,” said Amara showed a phone screen that was badly broken.

Randy stared around and there was no settlement and rarely anyone passed by because of the rain.

“Follow me to the car, you I deliver to the settlement residents.”

“No need sir, my clothes get wet later Mr. Randy's car is dirty,” reject Amara who does not want to deal with her lecturer.

“You're not afraid? Here rarely anyone passes,” said Randy.

There was no other choice, Amara resigned and entered the car. Seeing the girl cold, Randy did not turn on the AC even had time to open the bag he prepared for the event and pulled out a towel and t-shirt.

“Dry and change at the back,” Randy's statement that had seen Amara's underwear was clearly visible because the shirt he wore was wet. Randy realized that they should not be in a car alone let alone not muhrim. However, due to the emergency situation the man hoped there would be no problems occurring.

Amara moved to the back seat through the middle of the front seat.

“Father don't look yes,” squeal the girl.

“Astagfirullah, where might I do that,” said Randy. “I close my eyes.” The man rightly closed his eyes and immersed in the stir.

Amara undressed and dried with a towel. Replacing it with a casualty training t-shirt and pants, which he obviously took off his underwear because it was impossible to replace with dry clothes whereas *******wet.

As he was about to put on his shirt, there was a knock on the car window right next to Randy.

“Eh, don't open sir. I'm not finished.”

Randy stared at the window and there were already some people standing outside the car waiting for him to open the door.

“Quick,” Randy's word again.

The beat sounds louder and there's even shouting, “Open the door or we break the window. Bawdy lo.”

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