My wife is not my sister
IBA — Chapter 9

Azka leads Kara to an empty room next to her room. The room had been cleaned by a housekeeper so it could be used comfortably.

“If you need anything you can meet me here. Our room balcony is also fused, so I can enter your room if you forget to close the door,” Azka said with a grin. His intention was to only tease Kara.

“Om do not mess yes, we have promised loh.” Kara covered her chest with both hands. He is on alert if suddenly Azka will do something she does not want.

Azka laughed because of Kara's attitude. He leaned his hand against the door and approached Kara's face which turned frantic. The woman closed her eyes and leaned more and more towards the door.

“You just calm down. I am not a peedofil kok,” said Azka then opened the door to Kara's room.

The door that suddenly opened made Kara unprepared and almost fell down. Azka caught her little wife.

Their eyes meet again. There was no meaningful vibration from the two people who did not know each other but Azka suddenly saw tears coming out of Kara's eyes.

“Do not, Om. I was a kid.” Kara's cry suddenly broke, causing Azka to close her eyes for a moment and help Kara stand up.

Azka covered her ears with both hands and asked Kara. “I what are you anyway?”

Kara was crying loudly, inviting the attention of Dita who happened to come to check the state of her daughter-in-law.

“Azka, how Kara cry?” tanya Dita who then hugged Kara. The woman's eyes glared at her son who was still closing his ears.

“Ah don't know. Dizziness with little kids, Ma.” Azka goes into her own room leaving Kara still crying hysterically.

Dita tries to calm Kara down by getting her into the room and closing the door. However, there was someone who saw all these events.

“He's funny too,” Arsha said before returning to his room again.

Mama Azka was still trying to calm Kara who kept crying. Although it is not hysterical, but the girl is still as excited as she occasionally cleans her snot with a tissue.

“Om Azka said she said Om Azka could enter Kara's room if Kara forgot to close the balcony door. Kara ‘kan afraid if diapa-apain fitting sleep, Ma.”

Hearing Kara's words, Dita became cengo. “Kak Azka ‘kan your husband, Kara. What's wrong if you are said to be your own husband?”

“Yes, perja–“ Kara almost told Dita that she has a pre-marital agreement with Azka. Fortunately, he was self-conscious.

“What work?” tanya Dita was confused because Kara did not continue what she said.

“Nothing, Ma. I'm just not ready yet,” replied Kara. He now forced a smile so that Dita would no longer ask much.

“You rest first. Later, mama will talk to Azka's sister ya.” Being rubbed by Kara's hair gently, it turns out that having a very sensitive daughter is not easy.

“Om Azka the widower huh, Ma?”

“Hah? A widower? No, dear, Azka is still a virgin, never married. Uh, it's the same with you." Dita tried to comfort Kara, but dear Dita less sensitive.

“Actually, Kara is confused as to why Dad chose om-om for marriage with Kara.” Kara lowered her head, confused by her current state.

“Kara, Kak Azka is good, he is not om-om, why do you call him om anyway, kak Azka is your husband.”

“Because Om Azka said Kara is like a Junior High, so Om Azka is old. Om-om.”

“Sorry about that, don't call me again dong.” Azka emerges from Kara's open window. He brought Kara snacks that had been purchased at the minimarket.

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Kara, Om Azka naughty huh, suddenly entered from the window. Beware Om, his wife crying again 😂😂😂