The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Uniform Office

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The marriage contract has been well organized without any obstacles. The groom looks handsome with an ivory white coat stelan. The integrated match with the bride's kebaya is now wrapped beautifully in the slender body of Nayla Suherman. The more visible the aura of beauty that has been hidden.

Mahen and Nayla exchange rings with each other. They looked at each other with their own feelings. The raging feeling was now felt by Nayla. Fear and haru that suddenly enveloped his heart. The two flavors are interlocked, strongly pushing the fluid that has accumulated in the eye fertilizers. Until it escaped just so wet his cheeks. Nayla quickly erases her tracks before her Mom and Dad see how she is.

And awkwardness, especially shame, also seemed to dominate Nayla's feelings for Mahen. He never thought his world would change so quickly. The status of the girl he had been carrying all this time had turned into the wife of people. A young woman who has legally become the wife of a Mahendra Wijaya, CEO of Wijaya Group. Unexpectedly, Mahen never messed with his own words. Moreover, reneging on the deal he had made. He actually kept the words that were swiped from his lips that had tremendous power.

Now, after that status. Nayla must prepare her ocean-wide heart to devote her life to her rightful husband. Although it is just a married series, because in the religion it is a legitimate marriage. Only what distinguishes his marital status is not recorded in the country. Nayla must also be ready, if Mahen who officially becomes her husband will take herself out of her most comfortable throne so far, to the palace that makes her a real wife.

Although tucked the written agreement behind the occurrence of a series of marriages between himself and a man who has married. But it cannot be denied and ignored. Nayla has been involved in a real marriage. She should be able to be a wife with all her obligations. Because she does not want to be said to be the wife of disobedience and dissident. Execute what has become the duty of a wife and insert prayers at every step in order to get his pleasure. And leave everything to the Owner of Nature and its content. God will walk according to His will.

Now they are both in a car that has two doors and a seat. One seat for the driver and the other for the passenger.

After the two say goodbye to Father and Mother Nayla. Because of the busyness of his new daughter-in-law, it is necessary to immediately leave the room that has been a witness to the change in the status of the two human children.

Both were long silent. Mahen eventually blamed his favorite sports car engine, drove away from the hospital parking lot and mingled in the crowd of the highway.

For a few minutes, Nayla just sat quietly in the passenger seat next to the wheel. Looking out the street from the glass next to her. The longer the wheels of the car were turning, the more conscious Nayla's memory of the road to her home.

"This feeling is not the way to my house? Where are we going, Om?" tanya Nayla observes every direction Mahen's sports car goes. The sports car continued to go and turn in the other direction.

"Our house! Not your house!" sahut Mahen relax.

"But, Om," Nayla suddenly panics.

"What are you confused about?"

"I have not prepared my needs" said Nayla lowered her head while pursing her lips.

"No need to panic and panic! All your needs are prepared! Including your uniform!" mahen said with a devil smile.

'Huh? What uniform? Do I have to wear a uniform every day like a baby sister?' the question that continues to rage in Nayla's heart without a single answer written.

The sports car finally stopped in front of a minimalist house, but it looks very elegant.

Netra Nayla rounded to see the beautiful house neatly arranged in front of her. 'Do I have to live in this house alone? What if it rains and the power goes out? Or is there a burrow in the middle of the night? Aaaarrrgh.. The ugly shadows scattered on Nayla's head like a bird circling the chase spinning on her head.

"Nae.." call Mahen. But the call was ignored.

"Naila!" he immediately woke up the woman sitting beside him.

"Ehh, yes, Om,?" reply grinned.

"Let's get off!" mahen's voice came back.

"Yes, um."

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"Excuse me, Master!" nayla finally took the initiative to leave Mahen first.

They were still struggling with their own minds. But they have no intention of letting go of their eyes from each other.

"Master.. The master! Am.. Om! There is no other call that is right to call her husband!" said Mahen made the girl who left him was a confusion.

"Call what that is, that's nice to hear!" cercanya again.

"So, what should I call you, Mr Mahendra?" nayla bowed her head, not daring to look at Mahen.

"Find yourself! Not creative!" the hardic.

'Gosh..Just a day so his wife, already complicated just because of a call. Especially one year! Can this skinny body of mine, live bones!' inner Nayla.

"You want to be called Brother? The sister? Or mas!" nayla's proposal remained on her patience.

"Dikira Abang becak, Abang gojek, Abang cilok, Abang-abang!" mahen Protest.

"Yes already, sister," said Nayla briefly.

"Old brother! Sister builder! Classmate!" mahen protest again.

"God.. What should Nae call!" seloroh Nayla while breathing out a long breath. "Or better, Nae call Mas, just! No protests!" exciting Nayla.

"OK, Mum! A special call for me is not someone else!" agree Mahen.

"How much rust is it, like?" nae is upset to see her new husband's behavior.

"Naea.. Uh!" peekit Mahen's.

"Wleek! Nice one!" nae's granddaughter ran away from Mahen's reach.

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Nayla was stunned to see the contents of the cupboard she had just opened.

Mahen who just entered the residence of the newlyweds room. Yes, they are both indeed a pair of newlyweds. Although not the first for Mahendra Wijaya.

Mahen. The voice shifted his focus for a moment.

Netra Nayla looked at the mature man who was officially her husband. "Why? Shocked?" guess Mahen made Nayla wander. "That's all your new uniform! Must be used on every duty!" the indisputable Mahen.

Nayla grumbled inside her. 'That kind of uniform? That's not a uniform! But the sieve knows!'

"understand! And it's understandable, what a task!" added Mahen approached Nayla who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thin clothes like a sieve know so, so uniform!" ketus Nayla pouts.

"Then?"

"No clothes on!" he said he glanced at Mahen's face.

Like getting a fresh breeze. Mahen tightened his body in front of Nayla until there was no distance between them.

"That's what I like" whispered softly to Nayla's feathers that made her brim.

Not lost his surprise. Suddenly Mahen gave a trace of his lips on Nayla's forehead and cheeks. "Wearing a uniform with a fragrant body at my arrival!" lirih Mahen's.

The sentence, which only lasted a few seconds, had succeeded in making Nayla's world turn upside down at this time.

Even if only limited to leaving a warm and short kiss. However, that little thing can tear apart the heart of a girl who transforms into an adult woman. Which is taken before its time.

'Oh, my God, what is this taste? Is that how it feels to be in contact with the opposite sex?' Nayla muttered and fought herself with an increasingly drifting mind.

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