Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 4: Maintaining Self-Esteem

Time keeps turning so fast. It feels like just entering adolescence now the girl has changed status to a wife and housewife. Yara fell silent as she stared at the glass window of the car she was riding in. Since the blessing of his marriage in the church with Gala he has been more moody. Questions arise in his mind, how the future of his marriage, how he must survive with a man who is completely un-dying, and how he can spend the rest of his life with Gala.

Yara looked back at the wedding ring that was coiled on her ring finger. I can't believe what happened a few minutes ago at church. Pronounce the promise of faithful living in peace, accept the couple under any circumstances and promise to love each other. For Yara, it was all nonsense. Just a charade to convince those around him. Yara feels hard to play her role as a young wife.

"Let's see until when this drama will continue" he murmured.

Yara glanced at a man sitting next to her. A grown man who is so cute, cold and looks calm. Now this old man is my husband. It's totally unbelievable. Shaking his head.

"Do you like me?"

Gala's question suddenly made Yara clumsy. He misbehaved and scratched the nape of his neck that did not itch. The awkwardness came back to him.

"Where is possible!" yara lugas.

Gala is back. This boy is now my wife. For years I thought about this but it still made me not believe that I married her.

"Om Gala, remember! No physical contact!" ketus Yara's.

"As I said before."

"What?! What did Om say? I don't know!" pretend forget.

"Do I need to remind her?" close her face before Yara's.

"NO!"

The man smiled back. It was too thin for Yara to notice. "Then just obey" he said, silencing Yara's mouth.

***

"Yara, congratulations on your marriage" said Amber.

"Still Oma," he said in a lazy tone.

"Oma was very happy. You're finally married too. Oma was worried in case you canceled your marriage to Gala. You know if this is what your parents' second wish is."

Yara took a deep breath and exhaled it violently. "I just didn't think it through. Why did Father and Mother choose an old man their age to be my husband. I think there are still a lot of young men out there who are the same age as me who can be their candidate" explained Yara a little upset.

"Your mother's father means to believe strongly in Gala. Ohya, he's no ordinary old man! You can see how charisma. He was very dignified, and certainly handsome," smiled.

Yara looked at Gala's body. There was only one word that suddenly crucified his mind. Perfect! He immediately realized what he had just said in his heart. Yara shook her head and tried to dispel all about Gala that was on her mind.

"Message Oma, be a good wife. A faithful wife is obligated to her husband. Oma knew you were too young and too young to be a wife, but Oma believed in you so much. You can be a dutiful wife and certainly tough and independent!"

A very difficult role to play.

Oma Amber's advice simply passed. Of course the girl will not do what she is told. She even had the cunning intention to make her husband not feel at home so that Gala herself would immediately divorce him.

The reception is still going on. There were so many important guests attending Gala and Yara's wedding. Gala seemed busy talking to her colleague until she ignored his wife.

A beautiful woman suddenly approached Yara. She looked more mature than Yara. Ideal body, has a chest and buttocks that contain. With a smile on her face, the woman was sitting next to Yara who was sitting massaging her aching legs because she had been standing for almost a day.

Yara looked at the foreign woman.

"I'm Amoera" he reached out.

Yara smiled stiffly and accepted the woman's hand. "Yara," he said.

"I'm Gala's co-worker. I saw you sitting alone. Is Gala not accompanying you?" ask Amoera frankly.

"No. He was busy from earlier," said Yara briefly and went back to massaging her calves.

"Oh so," nodded as he swept his lips. "Hmm, finally my curiosity was solved as well. I've been wanting to see you in person for a long time."

Yara scrunched her forehead. "Me?"

"Yes. I'm Gala's ex-fiancee. Gala's mother has been setting me up with her for a long time. Gala refused the match. He said he already had a future wife," smiling wryly.

Amoera's frank remarks made Yara speechless. There is guilt but he does not know where his guilt lies.

"You're very lucky, Yara. But I didn't expect you young ones to have unique tastes. He likes adult men and can even be said to like om-oms. Fortunately Gala, let it be umuran but still handsome and passionate" said Amoera slightly offended Yara. The woman turned her lips back.

Yara is back. He still understood the meaning of the words of the beautiful and plump woman in front of him. I don't know why he's upset with Amoera. He dislikes Gala and does not want to marry her.

"What Aunty still likes Om Gala and feels inferior to me. A girl who has just grown up?! "

The deg!

Wh-what? Auntie! She thinks I'm a tant?! And what does that mean? I lost competition with him?! Hahah, that's right!

"If yes. Take there! I don't want it either. But he wanted me!"

Now Amoera is aghast. He did not expect the mouth of the teenage girl in front of him was so spicy that it pierced the heart. And it was true what Yara said. He did not want the man, but on the contrary.

Amoera clenched her fingers. Yara's sharp speech made her mute. There is shame and prestige there. Amoera became very upset and wanted to tear Yara's mouth apart. But he held it. He tried to be calm and elegant. He thought it would be even more embarrassing if he fought with an eighteen-year-old boy.

"Hehe," chuckles. "I really like it. Likes in the sense of admiration. If you say I feel rivaled by your existence, oh of course not! I wondered if Gala really loved you, or if she would just play you as her doll. Hmm, I don't think your marriage will last long! .. "stare at Yara from head to toe. "You're just a little girl, innocent, innocent and ignorant!"

Yara tightened her jaw. The feeling of wanting to kick the woman's buttocks far from her front grew increasingly turbulent. At once she thought that she too was an educated woman. Although her opponent was a career woman and had an age far removed from her, Yara still showed a mature and calm nature.

"Tante Amoera, I think Aunt is a classy lady. But I was wrong, hehe" chuckled softly. "But it's okay. I appreciate Auntie's struggle to get my husband back, but I think Auntie should stop here. Don't have to continue anymore. Since Om Gala was married and had a cute wife like this," he put his lips together. "So I warn you, please stay away from my husband!"

Deg!

Spicy words just came out of Yara's mouth. Amoera put on a cynical and hateful look. Actually from the bottom of Yara's heart he was also disgusted to say that sentence. But in order to maintain his pride that feels trampled, then he was forced to make a show. And yes! The script is so good in the words, to make the opponent shrink.

To be contiuned ...

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