My wife Bad Girl
Twelve

At a time when Rome was still pensive to think of all the possibilities of Micah. There was the sound of the apartment door being opened. Coincidentally, Micah knew the password which was the date of her marriage.

"Why should I have a wedding date? It sucks!" micah's visible grunts evaporated several times. So the girl put down her shoes.

Micah yawned again as he passed through the living room to walk towards his room. But his steps stopped at once when his tail noticed the presence of someone staring at him intensely.

Roma, eager to get angry and ask where Micah went until coming home this late. But, this man chose to sigh and said ...

"Put down your shoes properly, then clean your body before getting into bed" Roma said in a soft, gentle tone.

In fact, his heart was like boiling water that wanted to spout out its hot steam.

Micah was shocked and looked at the figure of the man wearing Koko and the scabbard with a confused look but, soon after, the girl nodded.

After Micah entered his room. Rome sat her body on the sofa.

Again, the man took his breath. This time with relief and thanksgiving as Micah returned safe.

Despite the many questions that were revolving inside his head at the moment. And the anger that made his chest feel tight. "Astagfirullah. Astagfirullahal adzim," murmured Roma. Time and time again to inflame the emotion that almost mastered it.

Moments later, Roma unwittingly falls asleep on the sofa in the living room of his apartment.

It was realized in Micah when the girl came back out of the room because of hunger that whack her stomach.

"She slept on the couch. What's the room not good?" micah's astonishment just passed into the kitchen without regard to the state of Rome afterwards.

Micah cooks instant noodles which he mixes with eggs as well as vegetables. Do not forget about cayenne pepper as many as ten fruits.

Micah's cooking aroma reached the living room so as to make the two sleeping eyes open instantly.

"Who else is cooking? Is that Micah?" inner Rome who got up and took a slow step towards the kitchen.

The girl enjoyed her homemade boiled noodles on the dining table until drenched in sweat. At times Micah is seen wiping his sweat with the sleeping pajama sleeves he wears.

Without the girl knowing that there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind the wall between the kitchen door and the living room.

"He is a spicy lover apparently," the inner Roman, grimacing with gnawing. Because this man does not like spicy because since childhood he has a sensitive stomach.

Micah was finished and went back to washing dishes and other furniture in the sink. At least the girl was aware to go back to cleaning the items she had used.

Looking at Micah who turned, both eyes of Rome were rounded. The man passed slowly to return to his original place.

The jet-black long-haired girl passed through Rome nonchalantly. It was enough to make the man who was pretending to sleep on the sofa laugh bitterly. But at a glance, Micah's door opened again.

Featuring a beautiful figure wearing sleeping pajamas it came out carrying something in her hands.

Instantly, Rome's chest pounded violently. The more Micah steps closer, the faster the man's heartbeat will be.

"Eh, what's he doing?" inner Rome felt through her instinct that Micah was moving closer and closer to the sofa, where she pretended to fall asleep when she woke up.

Zeeph.

Rome felt her skin covered with warm and soft objects. The man did not dare to open his eyes even though he knew that Micah was still there.

"It turns out that once again sleeping gini, she's sweet too" Micah's inner self unconsciously revealed her smile.

"Didih, Lo thought what the hell Mi," he regretted from the other side of his heart.

Micah quickly stepped away and went back into his room. Squeeze his tired body after his activities all day. Moreover, the race this time was quite draining his energy.

Letting the money he got stay in his backpack.

"Often there are people who race. Then I will no longer rely on father" Micah muttered before the girl closed her eyes.

A difficult adolescence due to the separation of his parents, plus talk and stories that do not actually make Micah slowly hate Rudi as his father.

Even Micah blamed Rudi for his mother's departure for five years.

In the living room, Rome opened her eyes again and sat down. Both of his hands clasped the thick blanket Micah had sidelined to cover his body.

"He's a concern too" Roma murmured with a faint smile. However, this man was still worried and was eager to know what the girl had done until coming home this late. Also, why is Micah carrying a helmet and wearing the attributes of a biker.

He looks so masculine in his eyes.

Roma rubbed his face rough. He had absolutely no idea who the girl he had called her name a few days ago during ijab and qobul.

Forced marriage that seemed sudden so forced both to accept and live. But on the other hand, only he is willing to accept this destiny with a free heart.

Rome got up to go back to her room. The clock had already shown the number two here today and Rome decided to perform the two sunnah prayer rokaat or qiyamullail.

At first glance Rome looked at Micah's tightly shut door. "He must have just slept. Maybe, next time I'll ask him for a night's prayer" Roma murmured, talking to himself.

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This morning Rome again prepared breakfast for him and his wife. Micah had already woken up for the dawn prayer but the girl did not come out of the room afterwards.

Time has shown at seven in the morning. Even the sun was shining.

Rome again decided to knock on Micah's door with the apron he still wore outside his work shirt.

Tok tok!

"Mikha! Come outside!" call Rome and after that the man leaves the place. Because Rome had heard something fall from the nightstand and that meant Micah was awake.

It took only fifteen minutes for Micah's door to open and show her the figure of a beautiful girl who was neat with her clothes.

But, minus because again Micah was wearing levis pants and a tight T-shirt, as well as pasmina which was only curled at the origin.

His appearance was enough to make Rome trouble to swallow his own saliva. Directly the man imagined how the gaze of the campus child will be.

"Don't you have any other clothes, Micah?"

The girl who was asked suddenly raised her face, with her eyebrows intertwined.

...Seriate...