My husband loves my sister
Prologues

Marrying her was the biggest dream of my life. He is a man who has a beautiful face, oval face, a nose that is high and very sharp to me, a sturdy jaw, a long chin and taper has an indentation at the end. Ah, he's the most handsome man in my eyes. His eyes were like eagle eyes, his gaze was sharp deadly. His skin is very white for a man. Sometimes I feel inferior and not confident that men seem to come to propose to me. Ah, I became insane because of it.

My life is like a fairy tale, with a ugly man married to a handsome prince.

It was still clear in the ear, how he was my man making a pledge of allegiance to the Lord. Confirmed by marriage witnesses. Kabul's Ijab was clear, and from that moment on I was entirely his. He's my pujaan man.

After a simple wedding at my house. I was immediately moved to his house. This very large house has a very high fence. The first impression when I entered it was that it was like a private villa. When we came to the front door opened by the waiter, we were greeted by many servants in this house. I haven't memorized their names. I promise I'll remember the names of those familiarity

with them.

Stepping silently following my man from behind. There was no conversation between us throughout the trip. I prefer to look down without looking at him.

“Hei hold your head.” Suddenly his voice surprised me. I look up at him. There was a strange rumble as these eyes stared at him.

“Bik Kar, serve him.” His orders were on one of the floats.

“Ba-ik Mr.” Answer the servant called bik Kar.

I followed without a sound coming out of my mouth. Bik Kar took me to a room.

“Please Mistress.”

I entered slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands busy fingering the Mattress covered in beautiful sheets. My eyes looked around the room. A thick carpet spread across the floor. Luxury bed, table and dressing chair and sofa. Confused about what to do.

The door opened, my man came in. I stood up to look at him. He looked with a look that I could not confirm. My heart beats faster than ever as it moves closer.

My body was stiff, cold sweat I felt pouring into this body. What would he do?. Already married. Slowly my hands held onto my chest, feeling her more and more crazy pounding. His eyes are like an eagle finding a favorite food. Glug. I heavily swallowed the salivary, drenching the dry esophagus.

He stood in front of me. Remain with a sharp gaze drawing out my chest. Maddened. Maddened. I'm going crazy. Suddenly both hands cupped my cheeks.

“Listen ...” He paused his voice for a moment. For some reason, I felt bad about this, and then he continued his sentence that made me float high then suddenly my body fell to the earth and drowned in a painful mud puddle.

“This wedding is not supposed to happen. This is my biggest mistake. I'm sorry, you don't expect more from this wedding.” He stood up, I couldn't see his next expression. He could only look at his back.

“This is your room. My room is right up ahead. If you need anything, you can just tap. Excuse me.” I still watched him pass, came out of my room and closed the door.

My chest is painful, it hurts. Even I I have trouble breathing. These tears are no longer able to bend, clear crystal flowing profusely wet the cheeks. I squeezed my chest, my bones felt withered.

I was like a blooming flower that suddenly withered, mongered and broke in a storm.

My body is breaking down. Down, crying so much. I don't know how long I've been sitting on the floor, lamenting the fate that wasn't on my side.

Then, for what is all this. Mere theatricals. To hurt, it really hurts my heart. Well, I don't want to look weak to him. I love him, I love him very much. But I'm not a cheap woman who expects love from people who don't even think I exist. Then why did he marry me?

Questions ran through my brain. Later I will find that answer, I must find it. Now I am quite accepting and enjoying this marriage.

I'm his wife, whatever she thinks of me. I will serve him with all my heart. Later, if he and I had to separate. At least, I never regretted having married her.I can leave with a happy heart like when I first set foot in this house.

I even consider him a husband. I myself do not consider her a wife. This marriage was his biggest mistake. Remember that, so my heart must be aware of where it should be. Without expecting more from him.

Arriving at the door of her room, I was confused myself. Doubtful, should enter or not. Ah, my responsibility has been ringing out here. Knocked on the door a few times. After hearing the call from inside, I turned the knob and opened David's room door slowly.

“Ehm ..” I made a sound for a moment by setting my breath and voice to speak to him. He's still in his position. Without a voice or changing position. Rigid base.

“I want to talk about us.” He's unmoved. Okay. I assume you're letting me talk and you're ready to listen to the pretentious Mr. David.

“I if this marriage is a mistake. Mmm at least now I know, if this wedding is your fault.” David scrunched his forehead. Now he's facing me completely, sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes focused on me.

I swallowed the salivary several times, soaking the dry esophagus. To be honest, I was very nervous. “But, I feel innocent in your decision to marry me. So whatever the circumstances, I Hanna Mahira is the legal wife of a man named David Arion Syahreza. So no matter what our current condition is, inevitably I have decided to prepare all your needs. “

“Sometimes if you no longer expect my presence. You can divorce me. And you should know, you can do that whenever you want.” My tears have been welling up in this corner of the eye, but I assure myself, I must not be weak in front of him.

David bediri approached me. Now our distance is only a few inches. I can clearly smell the masculine scent of his body. My heart beat is getting crazier nearby.

“Are you sure of your decision?” he said softly with a raining look.

I'm afraid to see it, what he really wants. Toying with me or consummating this marriage. Ah, it's the same. I can't be complacent by it anymore.

“Of course.” My answer is steady by replying to the look of his eyes is no less sharp.

“OK. We do this game.we prove who among us can survive.” His word. Now his gaze is not as sharp as before. There was a look of grief that caught from his eyes. What the hell is it?

“There's more you need?” tanyakanya.

Instantly I flinched, shocked.

“Ah, no. Then I'll excuse.” My pamit. Then I rushed out of his room. Door closing.

I'm still standing holding my chest, there's pain here. I can't deny I'm very fragile at the moment. However, whatever happens I have to look tough in front of him. I wipe away the tears that had been sassy to flow without my orders. Remove it until dry is not left. I walked gracefully to the dining room for dinner.

Arrive at the dinner table. There are a variety of dishes on it. For a moment I forgot all my sadness. I smiled to see that there were some of my favorite menus on the table.

“Night Bik ...” Greet bik kar, then I sit in a chair.

“Night Mistress ...” Bik Kar looked at me with a confused face.

“My husband will be down soon Bik. I want to prepare the plate.” Kilahku. I don't want anyone to know if this wedding is just a game. “Nah, that's it ..” I try to smile with my best smile. Bik Kar looked at David and greeted him.

He remained with his flat face, sitting on the dining chair. I prepared dishes, got rice and side dishes. He did not refuse my service. A good start.