My Mom's Choice
Promo Novel SHACKLE WEDDING SEMU

title: The Unconsidered Wife

Author: Ijo tea

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I'm Zahra. I just graduated from one of the High Schools in my city. I was born from ordinary people, even arguably less capable. If I don't count on scholarships, maybe I can't go to high school because of family economics. As the firstborn, I also had to help the family finances by selling cookies online.

I never thought and never expected, after my graduation announcement, mom introduced me to a guy. He is Alzam. My mother said he was my future husband. Mother had planned my wedding with Mas Alzam. At that moment my feelings were very broken. I have to marry a stranger I've only known for two weeks. How strongly I resisted, I could not resist the power of mother. My tears do not stop every day until our kabul ijab event is done.

This marriage just happened. I'm not even ready to be a wife. After officially becoming the wife of Alzam, I was immediately taken to the house owned by Mas Alzam in the middle of the city.

The night when I just wanted to lay my body on the bed, Mas Alzam came and approached me. My heart was pounding, I was scared and not ready to give what should have belonged to Mas Alzam.

"I know you are not ready to serve me, but you are now my wife. Inevitably, serving me is your duty," she said as she stroked my hair. My chest continued to pound erratically as Alzam's hand continued to sweep my hair.

"Your mother forced me to marry you because she couldn't pay her debts to me. Let's just say your mother sold you to me now." Azam's hand touched my cheek gently to cause an irregular heartbeat.

"Thank God you're not currently selling to your mother's place pe.la.cu.ran." Alzam's hands slowly began to unbutton my clothes.

"Mas," I said as I brushed aside Alzam's hand.

"Don't refuse if you don't want to use violence! I want you tonight."

I couldn't do anything about it when Alzam's body was overstimulating me. Only tears can replace my screams and cries when Alzam has united his body with me.

I felt pain, but the feeling slowly began to disappear and replaced the feeling that could not be described with words. Mas Alzam did it so gently that it lulled me into his union tonight.

The morning sun had turned on me, awakening me from the subconscious. Slowly I tried to open my eyes. The figure of Alzam mas who slept next to me last night is no longer there. My body feels so sore. When I was about to step into the bathroom there was a sense that stuck in my feminine area. I grimaced softly withstanding the pain, hoping to reach the bathroom soon.

After finishing the bath ritual, I went out of the room. There I saw a middle-aged woman arranging dishes on the table.

"Have you woken up yet?" askinya.

I nodded slowly. "Yes, Buk" I replied slowly. I don't know who this woman is because Alzam didn't say anything. Even when we arrived last night, no one welcomed us.

"Don't call mom! Just call me mbok Inah. I'm the maid in this house, '" he explained.

"Oh, yes sorry Mbok, I don't know," I said while grinning at Mbok Inah. "Where is Alzam, Mbok?" I was looking for the whereabouts of Alzam.

"Den Al has left for work, Non. He said that tonight he could not go home quickly because there was overtime," said mbok Inah while taking rice for me.

"Non Ara's busy?" ask mbok Inah. I watched the television look up and shook my head. "No mbok" I answered briefly.

"Then let Mbok invite Non Ara to look around the contents of this house. Mbok will also show a room that can not be opened non Ara." I also nodded to follow the steps mbok Inah.

Mbok Inah took me around the contents of every room in the Alzam mas house. He explained every room. And now comes the time to stop in front of a room that uses a password key.

"Non Ara must remember, never approach or enter this room, whatever the reason. Den Alzam will be very angry at anyone who comes in here, even mbok himself does not know what is in there," explained Mbok Inah seriously.

I was actually also curious about the room, why was it given a password system. Is there a big secret inside? I don't know.

After being content to surround the contents of the house mas Alzam, mbok Inah left me on the terrace because I was to be in the house. My thoughts cannot be separated from our seemingly meaningless marriage. How not, Mas Alzam only forced to marry me so that the debts of his mother paid off. There is no love between us. Mas Alzam just wanted to use me to channel his passion. He doesn't even consider me his wife.

My daydream snapped as a female voice greeted me. "Who are you?" tanyakanya.

The beautiful woman who had white skin and long hair was getting closer to me.

"You're the new maid, huh? Oh yeah, is Al inside? From last night I tried to contact him but didn't respond. Is she okay?" ask the woman at length.

"Mas Al has left for work. Who are you?" I ventured to ask the woman.

With a beautifully engraved smile, the woman replied, "Include me Aira, her fiance Al." The woman extended her hand to me. Instantly my heart was pounding strongly even when I was listening to Aira, my hands felt very trembling.

"Why are you nervous like that?" ask again.

"Nothing, ma'am. I'm just a gerogi, understand this is my first day working here," I lie to Aira.

"Oh yeah? You just relax. Al is a good guy. By the way, whose name are you?"

I smiled faintly looking at the fluffy smile on Aira's face and said, "My name is Zahra."

Since Mas Alzam was not home, Aira decided to meet him at the office. I don't know why my heart suddenly ached when I heard that she was my husband's fiancee. I threw out my rough breath then too headed to the room.

"O Lord, what trials have you given me? It turned out that I was the third person between Alzam and Aira. Can I live out my days as the wife of Alzam?" Without me noticing my tears just dripping. My heart aches even more, imagining my next days living without love.

"This marriage should never have happened." I saw the tears that had soaked my cheeks. It's free if I cry, because these tears won't mean anything.

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