SUDDEN MARRIAGE CONTRACT (Sudden Marriage Contract)
The Sad Story of Demian

"It's really organized work by Surya! Ck ck!"

"Why, Brother Ge?"

"Look, Dev! His intention is to know us! Hadeuh!"

Between annoyance, resentment, but want to laugh too.

There is a big box in front of the house. Once opened, the contents were three cans of paint, two brushes, as well as a change of clothes for them complete until the floor as well.

...Note: For Devana, don't worry about Ericko! He's safe with me!...

There is a Polaroid Ericko on the bench Akila and Surya Abdi. He seemed to smile without any problems. Making Gege can only pat his forehead.

"Basically yes, they are!"

Gege took another piece of Surya's command paper.

...Do not forget, make over this house until it looks neat and beautiful. Whatever your taste is. But, you have to work together if you want Ericko and Akila to be safe in my hands!...

"All you have to do, Sur! Hhh...!"

Devana could only shake her head while clucking and sighing.

"Sister! I'd like to try cooking some water, but... Can't cook it in the furnace. Can you help?"

"Come, we're going to the kitchen!"

Gege is excited.

He entered with his eyes staring around the room of the house that minimalist stage.

It doesn't take days to paint the walls of this house. Moga can be quickly resolved, and Devana can meet Coco again soon. Aamij! Do it in the heart.

They were busy in the back kitchen. Try lighting the available firewood stoves.

Gege is pretty deft doing this. Understandably, in addition to his childhood who had lived in the village, Gege also likes camping when he was a teenager. So, lighting a fire in the stove of the firewood furnace as long as the wood was dry, good and available, it was easy for him.

"Well, yep!?!"

Devana lived a simple life in the orphanage of Mother Anne, but they never cooked in a wood stove.

The 3 kilogram tube gas stove is their cooking aid in the foundation.

So that he did not master the cooking procedures in the firewood furnace.

............

In a different place.

Demian had prepared for Nabila's mansion. With his mogenya, he slid fast as Jonathan promised.

The dress is a bit messy. His tie is still not installed properly, because his mind has longed to meet Nabila.

His youth, which used to be so longing for the sweet girl, made Demian difficult to sleep and felt time was slow.

Tong

Tong

Nabila's house bell pressed several times. Expect the owner of the house that opens and welcomes his arrival with a warm embrace.

"Young Master Demian?!"

"Yes, I'm alone!"

"Please enter! Miss Nabila is waiting in the living room!"

A young ART opened the door for him. Gently welcomed Demian and showed the way towards the central room of Nabila's house.

I understand this house better than you! This house is still as it used to be, not changed at all. Demian's heart murmured. Occasionally look at the ART that looks so shocked and persimmon with the good looks of the guest Miss the owner of the house where she works.

"Please, Master!"

"Thank you!"

Demian looked at the wheelchair outside the balcony of the living room. There is Nabila sitting on it with a position behind him.

Demian looked around.

Where are Zahira and that proud little boy?

His mind floated on the woman who had slept and felt her caress nine years ago.

"Prophet...!"

"Dam!"

"When! You, uh,... Have you been avoiding me all this time?" tanya Demian walked around quickly and now crouched down in front of Nabila's wheelchair.

The girl looks fresher than last night.

His face also appears to wear makeup even though it looks thin and natural. Her cheeks blushed red blush on pink.

Demian unknowingly grabbed Nabila's two fingers. Then hold it in the chest.

"You are so beautiful, Nabila! I missed you!"

"Don't get sucked up, Dem!"

"Oath, Prophet! You.the most beautiful girl in my heart!"

"I know you even though we haven't met for nine years!"

Demian swallows saliva.

It must be Zahira who has opened up all her life.

He, once paid one million rupiah Zahira's body, to feel the pleasure of a moment to forget the memories with Nabila.

Demian.

Suddenly he was surprised. Tiny Nabila's lewd fingers stroked her cheeks gently.

"You must be so hurt that I just left, huh, Dem? You must..., hate me khan?" he asked with a sad look of eyes to make Demian hypnotized.

The 27-year-old man had his head and left cheek on Nabila's lap.

"I'm hurt, but I can't hate you, Nabila! You're everything!"

Jemari Nabila rubbed Demian's cheek. Her tears hit the end of Demian's hair.

"Don't cry, your makeup will be broken!" whispered Demian, immediately removing one more grain that was about to fall.

"Please put on my bed, Prophet! This afternoon I had a shareholders meeting. I need your prayers and encouragement! I'm so tired, Nabila!"

Nabila corrects the location of the wrong Demian tie position. He repeated, putting back a long black tie that was coiled in the collar of Demian's shirt.

"You're getting handsome and handsome!"

"You too. It's getting pretty!" Demian kissed the back of Nabila's hand lovingly.

"My body is skinny, Dem! Only skin and bones! I'm waiting for death to come!"

"Don't talk about death! You know Cheppy? He is healthy, freshly fit, does not smoke and drink alcohol. But five months ago died after futsal!"

"The power of God!"

"Rubber, Honey!"

"Dam..."

"Yes, baby?"

"You..., remember Zahira?"

Demian was silent, not daring to answer immediately.

"Dem?" ask again.

Demian raised his bowed face.

"I'm the one who sent it for you!"

Stuck to Demian's throat.

"The cruelty of you!"

Only those two words were able to Demian hurl at Nabila. The girl looked at her tears again.

But this time Demian stood up and walked towards the balcony railing of the middle room, staring out the large glass window without a bulkhead. And the view of the beautiful front yard is arranged full of flowers.

"Dam!"

"Enough, Prophet! Don't say that again!"

"Jonathan is your son! But I adopted her and her birth certificate listed my name as her birth mother!"

Demian is getting mired. He looked at Nabila's face. Now he came back closer and squatted back in front of Nabila.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"I'm serious, Dem!"

"Lied!!!"

"I did it on purpose! I want to have a child from you!"

"You're crazy, Nabila!"

"Yes, I'm crazy!"

"Prophet...! Why aren't you the only one who came into my arms? Wh why? Why did you send another girl to tease me?"

"I don't want another girl in your life! I begged my cousin, Dem!"

Brakes.

Demian kicked down the wooden table beside him with red eyes and began to spread wet.

"You're evil, Nabila! You are the worst woman in my life!!!"

"Hik hik hiks! L'm... Very evil! I, accept all the curse even your curse, Dem! I have a little more time!"

"What time? Whose time? Don't think like you're going to die tomorrow! Because it could be, I'm the one who's going to get out of this world first because of your cruelty, Prophet!"

"Dam...! Hik... Dem,"

"Don't make excuses and reason you're sick! That's just an excuse for you to avoid me!!!"

"I, got acute hepatitis B, Dem!"

"Then what is the use of medical science that developed so rapidly and gave birth to great doctors? You are still alive today! When did you die? When's? Know it? I'll die first, right now!"

Demian is truly an emotion of the soul. Until he walked in an uncertain direction because of his anxiety that messed with his common sense.

Demian shouted, "I'd rather die! Instead of you hanging and torturing me like this, Prophet!!! Hik hiks.., I don't want anything from you! I just want your sincere love, Prophet! Huaaa hik hix! Why are you driving me crazy like this!!! Huh huh? Whyaa??? Ahh!!!"

Nabila shouted to call Zahira's name.

His cousin came and tried to help calm Nabila and Demian down.

"You're silent lady m*rahan!!!"

Zahira was dumbstruck, Demian said it blatantly. Until he took a sip of his chest and fell in front of the wheelchair Nabila.

...💌TO BE CONTINUE'S...