The Goodness of a Marriage
Chapters 2. Adzkiya Nayla Talita's

On the same road, however, in a different car, Aryan continued to hold Kia's hand and occasionally kissed her. Kia is filled, she knows Aryan begiu loves her, only that the man who has only been her husband for a few months, is entangled in endless family rules.

"Don't do this again, Kia. I really can't choose between you and my family." Aryan lirih. "Getting permission from them to keep you working, I'm so hard, honey. If this gets to Papa's ears, then he will definitely ask you to stop working and stay home." Connect her.

Kia turned her face to the lights on the outskirts of Jakarta. The city that was almost covered by those towering majestic buildings, he looked deeply.

What kind of life is he living right now? I don't know. Married to a man from a distinguished family, also deeply loved her, however, a family that never looked at her at all. Everything she did, was always despicable in the eyes of her husband's family.

"Mas, can we move out of Mama and Papa's house. I'll quit my job, and stay at home waiting for you to come home from for sustenance, with our son later. But in our house." Say it quietly, without turning his gaze away from the car window.

"Darling, I can't do it, you know it." Reply Aryan.

"Why? After all, Mama and Papa's children are not just you, Mas. There's Mas Aryo and Mbak Anggi there. Papa and Mama won't be too lonely, and we can also visit them often." Said Kia, however, Aryan again shook his head firmly.

"Can you be like Mbak Anggi? Look at him as a doctor, but he's willing to throw it all away just to be able to devote himself to my family." Aryan. "Don't let go, I'll get mad, Kia!" Aryan continued as Kia was about to pull the fingers that were in his grasp.

Kia no longer said anything, and chose to let her hand remain in the grasp of her husband. Well, he was tired enough to keep fighting on the same topic. Either he who can not be a good wife and daughter-in-law for the family, or Aryan who can not do his duty as a husband.

A few moments later the car that was driven by Aryan had entered the courtyard of a luxury house owned by one of the important people in Indonesia, then both went down and entered the luxury house.

No sound was heard from either. Kia chose to keep quiet, because there was nothing else she could do to persuade Aryan to want to live the household life that most people out there live.

"This is why Mama doesn't like your wife to work, Aryan! Look at what you've done out there fighting in such a public place, will only make the family's good name broken." Said the middle-aged woman who was already waiting for their arrival in the living room.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I promise it won't happen again." Aryan replied, then resumed his steps towards their room.

"How much is your wife's salary there? What is still lacking, add her monthly money so she does not wander like that." A sharp, stabbing voice came back.

"Ma, it's night. I'm tired, let me and Kia rest first." Persuade Aryan.

"Mama didn't agree when you brought her here to be made wife. He doesn't deserve to be in the middle of our family. It just smears the family's good name." After saying the thing that made Kia more hurt, the woman then stood up from her luxurious sofa, then stepped away leaving Kia who could only be silent in her place.

"You need to think about it." Aryan brought Kia back into their room.

Kia did not reply, after all he was used to such piercing words. So it is not difficult anymore to refrain from respecting her mother-in-law. Not only this time the insults as well as the look of disdain from the woman he so respected were fixed on him during their marriage, but even today he can still understand her.

"I'm gonna take a shower first." Say Kia flat. He pulled his hand from within Aryan's grasp and went into the bathroom.

Aryan could only stare at Kia's departure towards the bathroom feeling full of guilt. He brought beautiful girls adjaan almost all students on their campus, however, until now he can only give Kia things that are not desired. The beauty of the marriage that he promised when applying for his beloved girl a few months ago, until now he still has not presented.

Moments later, Kia came out of the bathroom with only a white bathrobe that wrapped her body. Aryan who was sitting on their bed stepped closer to the woman who had become his opium, then hugged her tightly.

"I'm tired of pretending to be okay, Mom. I want us to have the wedding we planned as before. Simple living is no problem." Lirih Kia in her husband's arms.

"Later, once you understand what my family is planning, we will definitely feel the beauty of it. Believe me, yes. You just need to adjust, after that you'll enjoy." Persuade Aryan. "I love you, and my family. I know you're a good girl and understand what my good intentions are today." He kissed the top of Kia's head repeatedly.

"Mas, I'm tired." Kia said as Arya began to lower the bathrobe attached to her body until her smooth shoulders were plastered in front of the man.

"It won't be long, yeah." Refer Aryan again.

Kia could only catch her breath as Aryan resumed his activities. He knew Aryan loved him sincerely, evident when the man was about to ask for his rights, always done with great care.

Both are on their beds. Kia no longer wore anything, only a white blanket that protected her innocent body. Just as Aryan was about to take off the shirt that was still attached to his body, the knock on their room door sounded so clearly.

Kia pulled the blanket that covered part of her body, up to her chest. While Aryan moved from the bed after rubbing his face rough. Not to forget he also kissed Kia's forehead, then stepped towards the door of his room.