Rangga's Beloved Wife
Dating After Marriage.

At 04:59, Laras awoke from his nightly altercation. Hands holding his stomach which he felt was still painful. After the night they went through, the night surrendered itself completely, as an obligation to her husband. The woman sat down on a dresser chair.

Her smile expanded as she watched her husband fall asleep. Still can't believe that the man in front of her is already her husband. It was like a dream in broad daylight. But this is not a dream.

My name is Larasati, I am 19 years old. If you've ever read my story in the novel next door, you know who I am. Yup, I'm Karina's best friend. Karina Permata Gunawan, a kind girl who would accept me as her best friend.

We've been friends since Junior High, because I was able to get in there through a scholarship. Since Junior High School I always rely on scholarships to support my studies. The difference is when I went to college I entered the general test track. But I can follow the scholarship path of not being able to. Yeah, because I'm not the son of rich people like Ina and Angel.

My mom was just a regular cake maker. He's been living in the bakery world since I was a kid. Unfortunately, I can't inherit it. Even though mom didn't stop involving me in her work. I'd rather be a courier than wait for a cake to cook.

My meeting with Mas Rangga was quite familiar. I knew him through Karina, my best friend. Not expecting that moment was just sheer admiration for him. Brother Rangga, that was my calling before becoming his wife. Before I met bu Raya, actually I had met bu Raya when ina sweet seventeen. Because Ina's mother is out of the country, then Raya's mother who became a substitute parent. I see the guy's good. Although a few years later his attitude changed when brother Rangga became overcare the same Ina.

Grandmother who suddenly came to offer me to be her daughter-in-law. Funny yes, no wind no rain offer durian collapsed falling on me. But the truth is so. I was also lined up with Bu Raya to live in her house after my mother died. It turns out that Om Donald's family accepted me. Once they found out that I was the son of a man, then it was Donald.

Now I'm confused. Whether I'm Donald's real son or not. The problem is that Donald insists on saying I'm not a real child. Om Donal is also the stepfather of Mas Rangga, the man who is now my husband.

Laras continued to monologue in memory of his life journey. Where she met her in-laws at work. Suddenly his mother-in-law asked him to marry Rangga. Though Laras knows that Rangga still loves Ina. Because of his love for Ina, when married to Jihan, Donal's family choice, Rangga chose to run away from marriage.

Class-conscious barrel is very far with Ina and Jihan. He is also self-conscious. Rangga initially refused to be in a match with him. But he also did not understand that suddenly the man became gentle with himself. Is there a certain meaning with Rangga's attitude? Baras does not want to think ugly. He believed that love could grow on its own. That's what she sees now in her husband.

The barrel was startled with a hand wrapped around his neck. It looked like the tall body was covering his back. The kiss landed on the top of his hair "Mas, ngagetin only." Answer Laras.

"His team daydreamed. Think about what the hell, baby." Laras body has now changed position above Rangga's thigh.

"Nothing, my mom. I'm tired, my body hurts all, but I can't sleep anymore."

"Is it dawn now?" Ask Rangga.

"It's past dawn, mas. But why don't I hear the azan, yeah, mas. Usually if at home there can wake up if the sound of azan reverberate."

Rangga smiled at his wife's question.

"Darling, we're in Japan now. Muslims around us are still a minority. There are Muslims, but if near our place there is only me and Mrs Alea who from Malaysia live in this apartment. Ms. Alea's husband often invited me to a lecture at one of the mosques in Japan. And it's a location far from here." Rangga.

"Later if there's time I take you there, yeah." Laras nodded in agreement with her husband.

"Now I take a shower, yeah, mas." Laras tried to stand up even though the path was limped. Because the sensitive part still feels sore.

"Maaaaaass..." Laras felt her body in the arms of her husband.

"I took a shower, yeah."

"I can shower myself, ma'am." Laras Protest.

A few moments later, Baras finished cleaning himself. She saw her husband was fresh.

"Mas has a shower?" Tanya Laras who smelled her husband's body.

"It's a dear." Rangga showed off his smile.

"When?"

"Bareng same to you. I'm taking a shower in the next room." Rangga.

"Oh, yeah baby. You're not papa I'll stay a while. I'll go to the office first have some business."

"It's okay, ma'am." Reply Laras smiled at her husband.

Rangga led Laras into the kitchen. Her husband swiftly blended some herbs into teflon. With Rangga in action in front of the stove, it looks like the man is used to cooking. Laras wanted to help but was prevented by her husband.

"You just sit down. Let your handsome husband give loving service to his wife. You will feel the cuisine that is no less delicious than famous chefs."

"Mas, you want to make some fried rice, right?" Guess Baras.

"You are sitting sweet. Let this handsome chef work." Baras clenched her mouth to hear her narcissistic husband.

"Okay, chef please."

After they had breakfast together. Laras prepares her husband's clothes for the office. Some Rangga outfit that still looks tangled in neatenya back using a steam iron. Although he was not a wealthy person, he had already worked in various places. Including when working in a laundry hotel.

The barrel wrapped the tie in the collar of Rangga's shirt. Her job did not escape the ignorance of her husband. Making Laras a little clumsy with Rangga's attitude.

"Mas, look at it don't be like that. I'm not focused." Laras increasingly wrong behavior when Rangga's hand wrapped around his waist.

"I love you, Larasati. Thank you for marrying a weathered bachelor like me." Rangga Sahut.

"Bag.."

"Yes .." Rangga pulled his wife's chin.

They looked at each other for a long time, Laras looked down again. The heartbeat that made her misbehave in front of her husband. Rangga leaned Laras body on the wall. Linking both of their lips as an expression of the love they feel.

"Mas .. hurry to the office." Barrel Whisper. Laras had to repeat the tidying of her husband's clothes. Even though Rangga was still trying to scare him.

"I'm not going to the office. Here it is just like you. Since we got married a week ago. I can't stay away from you for a minute, baby. I enjoyed our relationship dating after marriage." Rangga locked the door to his room.