Sharing Love: It Turns Out I'm an Actor
Weddings

SARAH AMALIA POV

Marriage is something that every human being dreams of. A beautiful moment, where two people who love each other, tied with two sentences named ijab qobul.

"I marry and marry you, brother Miko Santanu Aji, to sister Sarah Amalia bint Riswan, with a gold jewelry dowry of twenty-five grams and money of two million rupiah, paid in cash!" ijab of Pak penghulu.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Sarah Amalia bint Riswan, with the dowry, cash!" qobul spoken by the man I love, Miko.

"How are the witnesses? Right?" asked Pak Penghulu to all attendees in the mosque, who witnessed our sacred procession.

"Well!"

Vigorously everyone uttered the word lawful, as a sign that our marriage had been recognized religiously as well as legally.

Now, I have officially become the wife of Miko, my first love that was lost in the past.

Be happy? of course I was very happy at the time. How not? Although very simple and only attended by the closest people, I was finally able to marry someone I love very much, even we had separated for a long time. But eventually they were found out accidentally. Is this not the destiny of his name? We were definitely meant to be together.

The days of the newlyweds, we passed like any other couple. However, for some reason up to a month of our marriage, Miko did not want to touch me at all.

He was very kind to me, and always soft-spoken and very polite. He is also not the type of stingy husband, who calculations about money. However, to give me an inner living, it seemed like he was very reluctant.

Once I met my friends. We usually gather once a month, just for sharing and meeting kangen. They tell each other about their married lives.

"Eh .. Do you know? My husband is so strong. I'm just overwhelmed," said one of them.

"Alaaaah .. overwhelmed what is addiction?" the other insinuation.

"Both, hahahha ..," all laughed off, except for me who could only smile stiffly.

My status is already married, but for such things, I am like a virgin girl who knows nothing.

"Eh, Sar. The new bride is daydreaming anyway? Again inget semalem well, hahaha ...," said Murni, my most perverted friend.

"Eh .. Not really!" elakku shook his head.

"Alah .. the new mediator at most his angels. Every mallem must be a fighter. Ngaku deh," said Tari, my friend who has the most children, and is now pregnant with the fourth child.

"No! Really!" elakku.

"Issha! Biasaan newlyweds are shy," said Susan, my friend who became a career woman and at the same time a housewife.

He and I used to work at the same place. But after marriage, I decided to quit my job and focus on being a henchman wife at home.

"But I'm not lying. Really," I said.

They stopped laughing, and settled down sharply at me.

"Wait first! Sar, honestly. You're not a virgin dong for sure?" ask Pure.

I could not answer my friend's question. Between shame and disgust, if they gossip badly about my husband later.

"Sar, are you madalah? Miko doesn't love you? The same story we are," said Tari, who looked worried about me.

"No. Miko loves me. He's also very nice. He was always gentle and polite to me. But ...," my sentence hangs.

I doubt. Should I tell them about the bed? isn't that a disgrace?

"Sar? Miko normalized?" susan asked probing, in a voice that sounded very carefully.

"I don't know" I said softly, looking down.

"Oh my goodness, Sar. You've never been touched by your husband? You have been married to him for a month. Wah ... can not be updated this. You have to find out if he's normal or not. Fearing, you just be her shield, so that she is not found out not normal," Pure cerocos, which every talk never filtered.

They were silent, with me continuing to bow. I was ashamed of my friends, even more afraid of what they said just now.

"Sar, try to speak well with your husband. Why won't he touch you now? There must be a reason why she's rich with you" said Tari, who grabbed my shoulder and tried to calm me down.

"Or gini! You try to buy a sexy dress. Seksiiiiiii. Keep going, you wear it while you sleep. From there you can see how your husband reacts. If B is not normal, then he is not normal. But, if he is nervous or shaken, it means he is still normal. Well ... only then do you ask for an explanation from him," Pure's advice is always not far from perverted affairs.

"Mur ... Myrr! Your brain is rich in your horse in the laundry. Great, hahahaha ...," said Susan who finally made them all laugh, and I followed them with a small laugh.

Maybe Pure is right. All this time, I was less aggressive when I was alone with my husband. It could have been if he was embarrassed, and did not dare to touch me for fear that I would refuse his invitation.

Finally, I followed the advice of the Pure Pervert. The next day, I gave Miko permission to go to the mall.

The plan was, I wanted to buy a sexy dress, but when I got there, I was confused. What kind of clothes he says is sexy.

Yes, I have to ask her SPG mbak-mbak, if you want to buy sexy clothes? Be ashamed.

I also called Murni, who certainly knows very well for this kind of business. I swore a cell phone in my bag, and looked for the contact number of the pervert.

After I met, I dialed the number, and connected right away.

"Hello, Sar! Why?" tanyakanya.

"Ehm .. My. I'm at the mall again. Can't you come here?" my many.

Yes, only once can he help me who is layman about the business of this bed.

"Urgent is yah?" ask Pure.

I heard a little boy's cry from across the street. Looks like he's having a hard time taking care of his son. I feel bad.

"Ehm .. is not urgent. I just wanted to ask for help buying the shirt you said that was yesterday. I don't know what's rich," I said.

"The clothes?" said it.

However, he then fell silent as if he was thinking.

"Oh .. that. You say the same Mbak-mbak his SPG, if again nyari lingery," he said while calming his son.

"Whatwas? Li ... li what?" many confused.

That sounds very foreign to me.

"Li .. nge .. ry!" the answer is spelled out.

"Oh .. okay, deh. Thanks, yeah," I said.

The connection ends. I hesitantly walked over to the SPG stand, which was standing on one of the clothing stands.

I could tell clearly, if it was a women's lingerie stand. There are many models and types. Very funny, but I was suddenly embarrassed when I imagined I was wearing it.

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