Not the Perfect Wife
44. Legitimate
"Can it begin?"
Emran realized when a ruler asked.
"Can, sir."
With trembling hands, Emran shook the hand of Mr. Hilman, who would soon turn into a father for him.
The series of ijab qabul events went smoothly, tears of happiness dripped, when the word legitimate was said from the witnesses present. Now that different couples of that type have been halal, their various expressions of gratitude go to the Creator.
Yasna kissed the back of Emran's hand, to which she met a kiss.
"You are so beautiful, my wife," whispered Emran so quietly that no one heard but Yasna herself.
Yasna blushed, she lowered her head, although no one heard Emran's whisper, still she felt ashamed. Said the wife Emran pinned as if to clarify her current status.
The wedding ceremony has been completed, now they have to entertain the relatives in a building that has been rented Emran.
The bride and groom boarded the decorated car with a bouquet of flowers, followed by another family car. Afrin had been whining about wanting to go with her parents, but Karina tried to persuade in various ways and succeeded.
In the bride's car, Emran did not even take off Yasna's hand, after the agreement, Emran took his wife's hand until now. Yasna tried to let go of her hand, she could feel it sweating, but Emran further tightened her grip.
"Mas, my hands are already alerted, my hands are off!"
"I can't let go of you, I'm afraid you've taken people."
"Mas, these days like tombal, learn from where?"
"Well, when I met you, I suddenly became, feeling younger."
"Meanwhile feeling old, dong?"
"Well, you're brave, yeah! the old husband."
"Kan, I said it myself."
Instead of being angry, Emran hugged Yasna.
"I'm happy, we're legitimate at last" whispered Emran.
"Mas," yasna scolded. "There's Mr. Hari."
Yasna was embarrassed that there was a day that was currently driving. However, it seemed that Emran did not care, according to him Hari also had a wife so, surely he also understood.
"No papa, Mr. Hari would understand."
Although embarrassed, Yasna was reluctant to move on, she felt very comfortable in Emran's arms, a hug that she had not felt for a long time and hopefully she can feel it forever.
"Thank you, Mum. You've been willing to accept me, a woman who has a lot of flaws, but I'm pessimistic myself there are people who can accept me."
"No one is perfect in this world, all humans must have flaws. I hope from today on never to discuss it again, you just need to love me and the kids, think of them as your children too."
"What about your extended family? Can they accept me?"
"They're not people who like to interfere in other people's affairs so, you take it easy. I told my mom and she didn't mind."
Because they are too busy talking, it does not feel they have reached their destination, before heading to the banquet place, they go to a room, where they change clothes and re-dress.
This time Yasna wears a maroon dress, while Emran wears a white shirt with a black suit. They also entered the banquet hall. There was a large family of grooms and grooms, they all looked in awe, what a very harmonious couple, handsome and beautiful, firm and friendly, they complement each other.
After the event was over, Emran decided to bring his wife home, regarding the woman's belongings, he could take tomorrow. They arrived home before Maghrib.
"Mother, it'll be right on my kamal, huh?"
Emran was surprised to hear Afrin's request, indeed he married Yasna to be a mother continued Aydin and Afrin, but he also wanted his wife. Yasna was confused as to what to answer. While Karina held back her laughter, she knew her son was upset, but Karina was reluctant to persuade Afrin, let it be their business for tonight.
"Yes." Yeah." Finally the answer came out of Yasna's mouth, he had no other choice.
"Aydin is Afrin, take a shower, go!" emran's orders.
"Yes, Pa."
"Come, let's go to the room! You should take a shower too." Emran takes Yasna to his room, this is the first time Yasna entered the room, even though he has come many times.
"What clothes am I wearing, Mom? I didn't bring anything" asked Yasna. "I don't have underwear either." Yasna muttered at the end of her sentence. However, it was still heard by Emran.
"Mama bought some yesterday, do not know what not to load the same you. Mama just said, your body size is the same as Celina's body so, Mama ask Celina."
"Celina who?"
"So, she was the wife of my late sister, now she's married again, but she still comes here often, you can get to know each other later."
"meaning?"
"I just want to know what kind of person he is."
"I thought you were jealous."
"She's married, why jealous .. No, I took a bath there! Maghrib's hunting."
Emran said without many words, after bathing, they prayed together for the first time. There was a sense of haru in Yasna, he did not expect there would be a man who would be a priest for him, although not for the first.
The door opened, and Afrin entered their room.
"Mother, come on, dinner!"
"Mother is invited? Is papa not?" Emran pretended to sulk.
"Papa, too."
"Come on! Same Papa, let Mommy fold first."
Emran holds Afrin, he takes her out of the room to the kitchen, where Karina and Aydin are waiting.
"Where's month? not coming?" ask Karina to Afrin.
"Bental again here."
"Sorry, Mom, wait a long time." said Yasna.
"It's okay, come on, eat!"
"Afrin wants a bribe?" ask Yasna.
"No, Alin can be alone."
Yasna took the plate in front of Emran and filled it with rice and fish.
"Here, mas?"
"Yes, that's enough."
"Aydin, will Aunty get me?"
"I can do it myself."
They eat quietly, Yasna feels a little bit stubborn in this house, even though he has been here a few times, but it feels different, he was just a guest, he used to be a guest, she is now the mistress of this house. Status makes him feel sad.
After eating, Yasna helps the aunt clean the table and wash the dishes.
"Mother!" call Afrin.
"Yes, what's wrong, honey?"
"Come, play!"
"Come on! Play what?"
"Rubber."
Yasna held Afrin, she brought him to the boy's room, where he saw a house that Afrin had prepared before. They played long enough, until Afrin was sleepy.
"Sleep, yuk! You're fucking that."
Afrin just nodded with her eyes already narrowed. Yasna accompanied Afrin until the boy fell asleep, looked at the cute and cute face, he felt lucky, God has sent this little angel to him. If not somehow Yasna's next life.
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