My wife Bad Girl
My Name Is Angel

"Read dong. You're a university grad kid, don't just!" ketus Micah folded his hands and stared fixedly at Rome.

"I don't want to know!" Rome threw the paper on the nightstand without wanting to know what the points that Micah had stacked.

"God! Read it! After that we signed it on the stamp. Later I will come out to buy the material," said Micah with a rude speech.

"Why is there a letter of agreement for the next year? What's your plan?" look at Rome as he walked closer and the thing he did made Micah shuffle away.

"Hey, you stop! Don't whip me!" the cry of Micah which it opened immediately made the two eyes of Rome round.

"You don't have to scream, you can't scream. It's not good for example in the same horrors my parents!" roma's increasingly furious words also saw Micah's behavior. A foreign girl who knows she's in the dowry for her to marry.

"That's why you should never think you can touch me. We are just a forced marriage and there is no love or feelings between us. I don't want to wait for Elo! And you can't make me!" mikha crested while protecting herself by crossing both hands in front of her chest.

"Do not want to touch but wear a shirt that is thin," the inner Rome grumbled.

He is a man who has a desire. Moreover, Micah was a girl who was like a flower that had just bloomed. Her beauty is so fresh and natural.

But, the girl had nothing to give an ultimatum and even made a black covenant on white everything.

"You just calm down. I'm not gonna touch you. Even though I am the full owner of your body, I still have feelings and conscience. You are still a teenager and I will not make sense, because we have never known before, too," said Roma so that the girl in front of him did not look at him with such horror.

"Yes, you can't make me. Mao I broke you got that!" threaten Micah again with the look of his sharp eyes.

To make Rome shudder in pain imagine hers being broken by a fierce girl like Micah.

"Udah don't ngem. Going to bed, tomorrow we will move," said Roma trying to divert their conversation.

"What's? Moving out?" wonder Micah. He thought they would both stay here.

"Yes to my tiny apartment. Simple really not fancy like this Umma apartment," explained Roma.

Micah smiled cynically. "Good if I live with him both. We do not need to pretend to be harmonious. As if I could be free again!" micah's inner self cheered in excitement with her group of plans.

"Oh good that's it. I want to split up the room. You can sleep in bed with me. But watch out! Don't you dare macem-macem!" threaten Micah again.

Lazy Rome responded because today is physical and also the mind is quite tired. So Rome decided to roll her body with a blanket and turn her back to the girl who had been his rightful wife.

Micah also put two bolsters as a barrier, after which he just poured his body roughly on the bed.

The mattress swayed, and Rome, who had just wanted to melt her eyes, was awake. "Astagfirullah. Can you slowly go up on the bed? Do not slam the body like that," reprimanded Rome.

This man who used to sleep alone now began to feel uncomfortable and disturbed.

"Ribet lo ah. Lots of rules!" ketus Micah.

The girl went down and decided to sleep on the long sofa that happened to be in the corner of the room.

Roma turned around, then shook his head when his wife chose to sleep on the sofa rather than in this comfortable bed.

This man let out a long sigh and thought that he would definitely find many unusual things happening at his wedding.

Micah woke up and found himself wrapped in a blanket he knew Rome was wearing last night.

The man who had shaken his father's hand and that meant Rome had officially become her husband.

"Curtain, husband. Good, my dreams are long!" mikha grumbled while entering the bathroom because she realized that time was very noon.

Meanwhile downstairs. There were a few suitcases.

"Why hasn't Micah come down yet, Rom? What time is it, if he's hungry?" cecar Annisa is worried about his daughter-in-law.

"Later hungry he'll come down, Um. Calm down there is no need to be confused and too confusing for him," said Roma, which immediately made Annisa look cynically at the son.

"You don't want to talk to your wife, son. Hurry up and see how it is!" annisa's edict which was immediately adopted by Rome.

Rome got to her room and she opened the door.

"Yes ...!"

There was a loud scream and Roma immediately turned around.

"Sorry, I don't know!" roma said, shaking his palm.

"When you enter the room, type first. Not polite!" micah's nagging speeded up her movement wearing clothes. Because Rome entered Micah wearing his breastplate.

"Damn it! I hope he didn't see that!" mikha's mind was upset.

"Udah yet?" ask Roma.

"Udah here!" answer Micah.

Rome turned around and put on a sullen face.

"There will be a special room to change clothes. Why are you wearing your shirt here?" rome's Admonition.

Indirectly and at a glance, he had a little to see one of Micah's parts. And of course that made her travel mind.

"He just graduated High School. But why is the jewelry that big?" inner Rome.

The man shook his head as he realized what was passing through his mind. And he had to throw it away.

"Where do I want to make clothes? Some of my clothes are still in my bag so why does everything go in there!" micah's pretext was to defend her.

"I'm not wrong, either. This is my own room so why use knock on the door!" rome defended itself. Because he could not accept being blamed and also regaining a cynical look from Micah because of this incident.

"Of course Micah, as long as you know. I am legitimate even though I look at your body as a whole! Let alone squirming, fretting aja may," said Roma as he walked closer with a gaze no less sharp with the girl in front of him.

"Damn! What does he want to try!" inner Micah was afraid.

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