Rangga's Beloved Wife
First night

POV Baras

Dear passengers, the plane will soon land at Narita Airport Tokyo Metropolis, Japan. Please wear your seat belt just in case. Thanks though.

The sound of the operator on the plane indicates that it will reach Japan. The flight attendants check seat belts in each passenger seat.

We arrived at Narita Airport in Tokyo. It felt like a dream when setting foot in Naruto's country. Mas Rangga held my hand tightly. Maybe he's afraid I'm missing times. He smiled at me, ah why does he look so handsome.

When entering the luggage room looked a man who said one of the staff from the company owned by Rangga. A young Japanese man greeted us in English. And now we're going to my husband's private apartment in Tokyo.

The journey from Narita Airport to the apartment does not take long. I looked at the snow-filled streets. Mas Rangga said Japan is now winter, and may soon enter spring.

After we drove Ina to her sister's family's apartment. We were greeted by a man named Rio and his mother named Maudy. They are friendly, maybe because of us

same with indonesian. With communication using Indonesian they welcomed us with some Indonesian menu.

After we finished delivering Ina then we were escorted to the apartment owned by Mas Rangga. The location is only five buildings from the Ina residence.

The huft!

I don't know why I feel like my husband hasn't moved on from Ina. Did he deliberately buy an apartment to get close to Ina? Is it wrong if I feel jealous of Ina?

"Darling." I was surprised when Rangga was sitting next to me.

"Yes, my mom." Why does my heart beat fast when Rangga sitting docked.

"You're beautiful."

God, why I don't feel this way. Where mas Rangga increasingly docked again sat him.

"Mas, I'm hungry." I tried to distract my husband. I swear I'm still scared.

"Okay, I'm sure ya."

"We're eating out, um, mas."

"OKAY. You and the beautiful tonight we're dinner."

"Not at an expensive restaurant, mas. In the suburban stall."

Me and Rangga came out of the apartment. You know this is the first time I've walked alone with a man. Rangga's hand never escaped from his grasp. The streets were quiet because it was seven in the evening. Our steps stopped while standing in front of Ina's apartment building. I'm sure Rangga would want to check Ina's situation. Or maybe he wants to take Ina dinner together. Holy hooch!

"Why come here?"

"We're taking Ina. Poor him alone." Said Rangga who walked into the elevator to Ina's apartment.

"Mas."

I tried to restrain Rangga from involving Ina again.

"Yes, dear."

"Isn't this dinner. Why involve others?" my protest.

"Isn't that dear? I just kn..."

"What's free? I still love Ina. If it's still love why marry me I'm not the same Ina."

How can a honeymoon event involve other women. I appreciate Ina's decision to come to Japan to continue her studies. But that doesn't mean ruining someone else's life.

"Ras, please listen to me."

"I'm your husband, we're about to start a new life. Accept each other. When it comes to Ina, I accept Ina as my sister and no other. We're a fraternity."

"But, mas. May I mind if you involve Ina in our show? I just want both of you, Mom. It's our honeymoon. A sacred event for both of us."

"I'm sorry baby, I'm not sensitive. Okay so we'll just walk around town."

Somehow my mood dropped after Rangga changed his decision. I should be happy if he doesn't take Ina for Dinner. Am I being too sensitive? I don't know.

We walked around the city of Tokyo covered in heavy snow. Snow air that feels very cold does not make our romance fade. Mas Rangga continued to hold my hand as if afraid I was missing. We also stopped at a small shop in the corner of Tokyo.

The shopkeeper looked at me with a meaningful look.

"Are you muslim?" Ask.

I just nodded as he asked my religion. Maybe because I wear a hijab.

"I'll serve you green tea. Sorry there is no halal menu. So we'll give you green tea."

"Oh, sorry then we can't stay here. My wife's hungry so we're looking for food around here."

"There is a Muslim restaurant. Please go there." The store owner showed us a restaurant that was only 10 buildings away from where we were standing.

"No papa, sir."

We walked towards the small restaurant that the father of the tavern had appointed. We are lucky to be reminded of the father earlier, otherwise it might have eaten his cooking. There is a silver lining I wear a hijab, because there have been many stories since wearing a hijab. Mas Rangga still did not take my hand out of his grasp.

We entered the small restaurant. Mas Rangga delivered me to a small long chair. He asked me to wait while he met the owner of the restaurant.Either what they were talking about, I heard them speaking in Japanese. He sat next to me for a long time.

"Sorry, yeah. You must be really hungry. While waiting for the cooking you eat this first."

Mas Rangga gave a meal similar to triangular-shaped rice. In the middle there is a strip of green color similar to vegetables.

"This is what, mas."

"It's onogiri, the Japanese version of lemper. Eat it, it's good."

"Onogiri. Kok similar to the name of the area in Java ya."

"That's my dear Wonogiri." Sahut Rangga while pinching my nose.

When I try the onogiri it tastes good. Like rice is different from what I usually eat during Indonesia.

"Nake?"

"Enak, mom. It's like eating a lemper but the rice's different."

"If you like let me order again to bring it home and buy it for Ina."

"Can't we talk about Ina at a moment like this." My solute. I swear I'm tired of hearing Ina's name in every word Mas Rangga.

"Sorry, baby."

"I want to go home, mom." I really am lazy to eat.

"But, baby. How's order?"

I don't care about the food anymore. My annoyance at Rangga mas is already at the end of the line. He could still be thinking about Ina at this moment. Which wife is not upset when her husband is still thinking about his ex.

POV author

Laras did not care for Rangga's voice calling his name. Moreover, her sense of regret for her husband had grown. Where he hopes there is a romantic moment but instead it becomes a stifling moment. He continued on his way without knowing where to go home. Until she realized that she had walked far from her husband's reach.

Laras stared at the snow-covered Street.His body was getting cold. The jacket that covered his body no longer worked. His eyes looked for a gap in order to find their way home.

"Mas, I'm scared." Barrels are stuck in fear.

"Darling!" Laras heard her husband's voice but did not see the existence of the origin of the voice.

"Mas, where are you?" lirih.

She kept walking hoping to find her husband. His body was tired, unable to endure the cold air.

"Girlpool!" Rangga saw his wife was about to faint.

"God I forgot that Laras has asthma."

Rangga immediately carried Laras back to the apartment. Lucky he had an apartment in the middle of the city so he did not find it difficult to find a way home. Arriving at Rangga's apartment immediately looking for his wife's asthma medication. There was a sound from the lips of Laras.

"I'm sorry, Race." Said Rangga seeing the condition of his wife.

"Mas, I should be the one apologizing. I left without your permission. I heard your call I didn't hear. I'm sorry, mas."

"Ras, you rest yes. I'm out for a minute." Rangga let Laras rest.

"Mas, don't leave me here alone."

Rangga sat beside Laras. Soon Rangga spread his legs beside the bed Laras. Leaning Laras' head on his shirt. They looked at each other for a long time. Slowly Rangga eroded the distance while opening the hijab on the head of Laras. Rangga's hand pulled Laras' body to sit on the man's thigh.

Rangga pulled Laras chin, held a soft kiss on his wife's lips. Rangga led Laras' hand to unbutton his shirt without letting go of their kiss. A gentle kiss becomes an overflow of Rangga's feelings that he accepts Laras as his wife.

The position of Laras is already under the body of Rangga. Hair has been unraveled without a cover. The clothes are now scattered on the floor.

"I love you, Larasati. You know that I started loving you when I saw your closeness to your boyfriend. My heart is starting to burn with jealousy and I want to tie you to a lawful relationship."

"Sister Rangga, I've loved you since Junior High. Ever since I knew you as Ina's sister. I have harbored this feeling for a long time but I know that Rangga's heart is only for Ina. Moreover, my rival is Angel." Story Barrel.

The bodies of Rangga and Laras are getting closer until they stick perfectly. Rangga pulled Laras' body so that his position was like a bell, Rangga's hand continued to swing his wife's waist into the staff of his practice.

"Let's... Mas. Slow down." The barrel begins to feel pain in its sensitive part. But he chose to hold it by biting Rangga's shoulder. Laras' body immediately crashed on the bed.

Rangga was still not tired, he again touched his wife's body by floating some property marks on the neck of Laras. Laras was also provoked by returning a kiss on Rangga's lips. Both are again immersed in unification without lust. Channeling their love desires that are already halal.

And tonight I've given everything to you.