Named Revenge
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Bian was successfully surprised by this desperate woman. Bian is not interested, but he is also a normal man who can be ignited.

Especially this close. Ranum mixed with Tarana's sweat felt thick piercing his nose. It is a kind of sweet .. to be eaten deeply.

And can make anyone fly. Just .., Bian is trying to maintain his sanity as well as Tarana's sanity.

It's okay if they're married. But if not? Bian didn't want to break it first.

Yoke!

Tarana's forehead pushed Bian gently back. Away from it little by little until Tarana switched to holding her own forehead and left the embrace of Bian's neck. "What, anyway? You really like to touch without permission, huh?!"

"At least I'm not an outrageous person, Tarana." Bian turned around to go towards the kitchen like Tarana had suggested earlier. The refrigerator door was opened to hide from Tarana's perspective.

Reckless. Tarana could be doomed if that person wasn't a Bian Pramoko. "If you forget, your clothes were more than covered by Tarana. But we're both drunk. Equally confused, want to find another pleasure to forget our problems. We can what?"

Her most submissive sister, her most anti-religious sister who was wrong ..., went to a nightclub?

****. That makes him the most useless person in the world. "So ... That time you cheated?"

"It can be said that. And that's the thing I regret the most in this world, Tarana." Bian let out a low breath. Take a bottle from the side of the refrigerator, then close it again.

From Bian's point of view, Tarana knew very well how disappointed Bian was in doing so. It is forbidden for married couples, the most disappointing thing ever.

That a trusted partner betrays the trust that is the main foundation of a relationship. The trust that must be maintained simply disappears when the one-night relationship is carried out.

Evidently. Bian and Diana were a mistake. But, what then becomes Tarana's other mistake? "Then, what happened?"

"Let me ask you first." Bian smiled little. A new smile this time. "You said you were pregnant at the time, Tarana. So ... Where is your child?"

Spontaneous Tarana tightened her mouth inside. Twisting his finger nervously to the back, choosing to leave the dangerous area.

Once a lie is formed, another lie will be created to cover the hole that has been dug.

The saying is really appropriate for Tarana who is trapped by the essay he is making. Lying and lying again. Tarana had never lied to anyone else, nor had she ever lied this much. "I dropped him because he doesn't have a father."

Little Tarana ventured to look back. Paying attention to uncomfortable movements, also submit resignation from Bian.

Alright. Bian was disappointed, and probably blamed himself.

Good then. Tarana put her head back in its original position, nodding so confident that everything would go smoothly. "Especially for the husbands of others who lost their self-control due to alcohol. That kid doesn't have to be around, does he?"

***

"Auntie, Om." Tarana spread her arms cheerfully welcoming two people she just met last night. "I'm sorry Tarana didn't get to say anything. There's a little business."

"It's okay. Our impromptu arrival." Kyla-mother of Bian lifted her warm arch beyond Tarana. "Even if you're not ready to see us again, we understand. Yesterday was your first day, and today you will have the status of wife."

Tarana's pale lips are tightly pinched. The tail of his lips twitched helplessly lifting him up willingly.

In the next second, Tarana was already pulled by two mothers who were eagerly hiding into a changing room. Tarana had no time to pay attention to anything else, except Bian who straightened out the only attention to Tarana.

It was only realized by Tarana, that Bian prefers to pay attention, see, be quiet, and not talk. Exceptions for the night. In fact, Tarana thinks that Bian is a typical chatty man.

"Tar's? Hey, Tar? Aunt Kyla asked you to talk, didn't." Cantika slapped Tarana's shoulder thinly. "Continue talking. Think what, anyway?"

"Nothing" Tarana said. "Tante Kyla said what?"

"Tante asked you ...." Kyla makes Tarana's thick hair wadding, pulling up while zipping her wedding dress. "What do you think about Bian?"

Watching her being adorned in a wedding dress, there was no pleasure in her chest. Had he not known that Manuel was looking for a future husband, perhaps Bian's name was never on his father's desk.

That'sallthatis. Because of this, Tarana prefers Bian to someone she does not know. Don't know the rot. But masa, Tarana talked that over to Kyla? "Good man, Auntie."

"That's all?" kyla asked ahead. "Well-looking ..., or for example warm, so?"

"They just knew each other, Kai, love them first." Cantika raised half her lips small. "I'm sure, Tarana can also adjust to Bian. Yeah, right, Tar?"

It should be Bian who has to adjust to it. It's not Tarana who adapts.

At all Tarana did not think to change his bad habits. Who's wrong here?

"Tar's? Diem mulu's. Usually chirping if not asked."

"Ma." Tarana was clinging to his guard against this ridiculous exclamation of his mother. "Tarana no longer wants to talk. Tired again, Ma."

"Tumbent." Cantika again teases Tarana. Kissing a glimpse of Tarana's tapered cheeks. "Neither Bian, huh, Tar?"

"Ma," Tarana protest.

"That's also what Auntie expects from you, Tar. Aunt is serious about this." Eyes as black as his nettle, which looks exactly like Bian co-dive into the reflection of Tarana in the big mirror. "He never opens with Aunt. Maybe her marriage is privacy. But with you, Auntie hopes she starts opening up."

Oh, whereas Tarana thinks that Bian is typical of opening up 'to everyone'. And now, he scoffs at her again. Really sucks. "Yes, Aunt."

"All of you, right? Now stand here." Kyla and Cantika immediately delivered him to the podium. "Wait here. Don't go anywhere."

"Ma? Aunty?"

Ah, goddamn. Again Tarana was left alone in this silent curtained room.

Turning back, the beads of her white dress reflected the glittering light from the lights. Come round along with Tarana's waving movements.

This dress is fitting, and is well liked. Wedding dress is not bad. That's all he can say. Not more.

Srak!

The curtain let the light burst into his room earlier. It was wide open featuring a surprised Tarana.

His mother, his father, Bian's parents, as well as Bian himself.

Oh, mercy. Can Tarana disappear now? Because Tarana is at least able to be given a judging look by others.

Damn, he could never handle this alone. No one was holding this trembling hand. There's none. "Tarana lase first. Tired."