Mr. Perfect & Miss Careless
Sir, I....

Dion shakes Arvin's hand and recites the word ijab.

"I marry you and I marry you Ananda Arvin Narendra bin Alvin Narendra with my son Aqilla Ashira Princess Sebastian with his bride in the form of one million one hundred and twelve thousand twenty dollars (1.11.2022) and 10 carat diamond ring, cash.”

"I received the marriage and marriage of Aqilla Ashira Princess Sebastian bint Dion Sebastian with a dowry of one million one hundred twelve thousand twenty-two dollars (1.11.2022 $) and a diamond ring weighing 10 karat paid in cash." Arvin managed to recite the word kabul with one breath out loud.

"How's witness? Right?" ask penghulu.

"Well." Right."

"Well." Right."

All the families present felt this happiness. Eventually Ira and Arvin were legally married both by religious and state law. Not long ago, the turn of the kabul ijab procession between Queen and Vano. Not much different from Arvin, Vano can also recite the words kabulnya smoothly.

After finishing with all the procession, the event continued with the reception. The plan is to have a reception party in two different places. The reception that is now held is an indoor reception conducted inside the building. And the second reception will be held outdoor at the top of Bogor in the villa owned by the Wijaya Family a week after this.

As for the honeymoon, Arvin and Ira were forced to postpone it because Ira is currently in a crisis. Arvin doesn't want to bother Ira to reach his goal soon.

The reception party that night ended at about twelve p.m., all the relatives, relatives, close friends, and colleagues who received special invitations had already entered their respective rooms. There are about 200 more rooms reserved for guests provided by the bride's family. The two big families are still hoping that the guests can also feel the happiness felt by them as well.

"My feet are so sore" Ira complained while in one of the suit rooms that were made for her and Arvin.

"Darling, if you want to sleep shower first, change clothes that are comfortable so you feel good sleep," said Arvin when he saw his wife immediately climbed onto the bed still with a wedding dress complete with hellsnya.

"I'm so tired. It's more tired than just that stack of college assignments" Ira replied with her eyes closed.

Arvin shook his head, he walked over to Ira and sat on the edge of the bed where the woman, now his wife, lay down.

"But, sleeping in a kayak gini is also uncomfortable, darling," Arvin said once again. He helps remove the high hells shoes worn by Ira.

"Thank you" Ira replied with closed eyes.

"Now take a bath! Let me be comfortable!" take Arvin gently.

"But I'm tired. Lazy way to the bathroom," replied Ira who was still in the same position.

Ira opened her eyes, and then got up from her position and looked at the man who was now her legal husband.

"It's not a mode, is it?" ask Ira.

"Astaghfirullah, dear. Mode is okay now. We are legitimate" replied Arvin, raising his eyebrows.

"But, I'm tired, if you want to mess around tomorrow, yes" said Ira.

"Yes, you take it easy, I will not say anything about you if you are tired again" replied Arvin.

"All right then. Now let's take me to the bathroom!" Ira stretched out her hands both hands.

Arvin carried his wife's body in a brydal style and took her to the bathroom. After arriving next to the bath up, he lowered Ira's body from her sling.

"Would I help her take off her dress, too?" tawar Arvin's.

"No. Now you go out first" replied Ira.

"Well, don't you want to be helped?" ask Arvin again.

"No way, I can do it myself" Ira replied.

"What if I insist on helping you?" ask Arvin.

"Well? I told you the same Father. I'm tired tonight. So, I want to sleep on my feet" Ira replied.

Arvin didn't say anything more, he just walked up to his wife. One step Arvin approached, one step Ira retreated. Ira grew increasingly tense as Arvin reached out to her.

"Sir.. i..... "

🍂🍂🍂

What would Arvin do to his wife?