My Haters To Be My Wife
HW 39'S. Deep Talk

" This is for you."

Andra gives a paper bag to Zanita while they are having dinner in the apartment. Zanita receives and opens the contents. The girl's eyes sparkle to see the gift of Andra. There's a jacket and some other clothes in there.

" Thank you" Zanita said briefly with a smile. He knew it was definitely to be worn tomorrow while in Jatim. I don't know which places Andra will visit, but if you look at what the man gave you they will definitely come to cold areas like Dieng and Papandayan yesterday.

" Raffan went to JDA."

Andra smiled when she heard Zanita say that. Of course he already knew first when the person he asked to protect Zanita reported. This was beyond his expectations. Andra did not expect that Zanita would talk about the arrival of her ex.

" Let it go, don't take it."

" But I was talking about when I got married, afraid she'd keep finding out."

" Oh, we are married. Why fear justin if he wants to find out. I want to tell everyone that we're married."

Zanita immediately raised her sharp gaze towards Andra. Andra only responded to that with her signature smile. The man got up from his chair and walked around the table and sat down next to Zanita. He grabbed Zanita's hand.

" Za, we're married. Don't you want to learn to accept me? This marriage is not your dream marriage. Maybe I'm part of your nightmare. But now that we are religiously and legally married, do you not want to make this marriage beautiful? Make this marriage sadinah, mawadah, warohmah."

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Zanita's heart beats faster. She could feel the sincerity in the man who was her husband. What Andra said is absolutely true. Their marriage was certainly not anyone's wish. But perhaps this is the destiny outlined by God for both.

Zanita looked inside, She is now her position as a wife. Many things are his responsibility and rights. Each partner has their own role in the life of the household. And maybe from now on Zanita should be able to accept that.

Forced? Yes, it must be forced. It is not others who are pushy but self-conscious.

" I'm sorry. Brother here is also a victim."

" No, you're not wrong. There is nothing wrong with this and I am not a victim. All this on my own will. Marrying you, being a surrogate bride, being an impromptu husband, are all my own decisions with nothing to influence."

Andra this time ventured to fill Zanita's face. Raising the chin of Zanita who had just looked down on her face. Cup, a short kiss he lay to the lips ranum the wife makes Zanita a little surprised.

" Look at my eyes, is there a lie there? What I say is truly from the heart. Let's go through this marriage as best we can. Let's learn to love each other. I know you still have a hard time accepting new people in your heart and I will not force that. Let's go slowly."

Zanita's heart warms as Andra says word for word which she thinks is very sweet. He also nodded in agreement. Maybe now he should start learning to accept all of this.

" Ship then, from tonight on you move into my room."

" Laah that's it."

Disperse all the sweet moments created when Andra said that. Zanita immediately moved her lips to hear Andra's reason. On the grounds that their relationship is getting better, Andra continues to make Zanita finally agree to the husband's proposal.

" Of course we are legitimate, we are free to do anything."

" Yeah!!!"

Zanita exhaled her breath filled with relief. She knew serving her husband was a wife's duty, but Zanita was not ready. Knowing Andra who has not even until 2 months makes him still feel he has a lot of distance. Moreover, every considering her profession as an artist, Zanita really felt a little upset.

Andra smiled broadly as Zanita was completely willing to sleep in her room. The girl immediately lay down next to Andra and wrapped her body in a blanket. Andra chuckled amusedly as Zanita covered her entire body even to the head.

" Did?"

" Hmm."

" Open the blanket, husband wants to talk."

There was a rough breathing from the girl. But he kept his blanket open and stared intently at Andra.atapan it if interpreted more or less 'what?' but with a high intonation. Andra was getting anxious to see his wife's behavior.

" I want to ask, I hope you can answer honestly. Why do you hate that much in the artist profession. Not just one or two but all the people you hate including me. I don't think there's anything wrong with you."

Zanita did not answer immediately, she first confirmed the position of her body from lying down and sat down and leaned on the head board king size bed owned by Andra.

" Draud, camouflage, abandonment, and the like. Vanka, Raffan's wife is my best friend. I'm with Vanka friendly starting from Junior High and ... "

Zanita tells everything Andra's keadan without being missed. only this time she can tell with her los to others. Even with Sella she never talked about it. Andra did not comment anything as long as Zanita told me. she chose to listen until it was finished.

" Huft, therefore I have always considered the profession of aris full of pretense. Smiled in front of many people but chided in the back. Well in front of the camera but not behind the camera."

Andra understood what Zanita felt. And the hatred that has been ingrained for many years will not easily fade in a moment.

" But Za, not all of them are. It was only a handful of people who had an arrogant and haughty attitude."

" I don't know bang, for me it's all the same."

Andra smiled, exactly what she was thinking. It will not be easy to unleash Zanita's hatred of the artist profession. He really has to slowly change Zanita's mainset about the artist.

" Well if that's what you think it is, but can you make an exception?"

" Sister, what an exception."

" Yes, the exception. Your hateful exception for me. Hey I'm just a celebgram and a model. I'm not an artist. And the main thing is I'm your husband."

Again, Andra kissed Zanita's lips briefly. He always could not bear to see the wife's ranum lips especially when so manyun. As for Zanita, she was always surprised when she got a sudden attack from Andra.

" All right, let's go to bed. Tomorrow we have to leave in the morning. Rest."

" I'm sorry bang."

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