The Goodness of a Marriage
Chapter 8. Love In Reply Tubas

After finishing her bathing ritual in the bathroom, Kia came out of the luxurious room and stepped into the dressing room. Pick the best pajamas for him to use tonight. The smile accompanied by a blushing face was seen so clearly on her beautiful face. This is the umpteenth time, however, it is still able to make her pounding. Hopefully, with him doing the thing that is most desired by a husband, able to make Aryan will be more love for him.

"Darling... "

"Astagfirullah, Mommy. Just be surprised." Kia put the pajamas in her hand back into the wardrobe.

"Wear another shirt first, there's something I want to talk about." Aryan said as he glanced at his favorite pajamas, which had just been returned to his original place.

Kia smiled shyly. However, when he saw Aryan's sad face, he knew something was wrong. He grabbed another outfit, complete with a mainstay hijab, then put it on.

"We're talking in the living room, yeah." Aryan Pinta.

Kia looked at the wonder.

"Why not in the room, Mom. I'm not good to see Mama." Lirih Kia's.

Aryan pulled his wife's body, then hugged her tightly.

"Well, no matter what happens, you have to promise not to leave me, I beg you." Aryan Pinta.

Kia did not answer. A while later the tight hug on his body slipped off, changing the warm grip on his fingers. Her tiny body was then pulled slowly, out of the room.

Aryan continued to hold Kia's hand, descending one by one the stairs, towards the room where the Mama was waiting for them.

It didn't take long, Aryan and Kia were already sitting on the sofa right in front of the middle-aged woman who was folding her hands over her chest.

"Why are you in the room? Mama's been waiting here for you." His words are upset.

"Sorry, Ma." Said Kia feeling bad because it made her Mama-in-law wait.

The middle-aged woman only snorted in annoyance.

"Mom gets to the point." Her words. "Aryan is getting married again, it's our family's decision." The connection made Kia stunned.

Of the many things that made his heart hurt, this was the worst. Decisions together? Wh who? Why doesn't he know this?

"All your requests, we've done, Kia. Even if we don't approve of your marriage, we're still accepting you in this house, proof that you're sitting here." Said the middle-aged woman named Dian, again.

Kia was still sitting quietly in front of her mother-in-law. Not once did he refute everything that the middle-aged woman who had always looked at him despised, this. But today, after so many requests that he always participated, also his devotion to the entire family of the husband, the woman he always respected like his birth mother, this, back to giving such a hard word for him to accept.

"I'm sorry, Mom. For this request, Kia absolutely could not grant it." Say Kia slowly. Trying as calmly as possible, although now his heart is like a strong squeeze, sick.

"We don't need your permission, we just tell !" Firmly the middle-aged woman, with her haughty.

Kia took a deep breath, raised her bowed face, then stared fixedly at the still silent man beside her.

"Have you agreed to this deal too? Are we going to bring another woman into our marriage?" Ask Kia streak.

"I'll just love you, Kia. This marriage is a political marriage. This time, follow your will." Pinta Aryan pleaded.

Hearing Aryan's words, Kia's tears finally escaped from her eyes. Tears that had tried hard he held so as not to spill, although the treatment of his husband's family always made his chest tight, finally shed wet his shady face, as well as the hijab that covers his chest. He hoped Aryan would reject the request, but the reality was that his wishful thinking about marriage was right, floating somewhere. The look full of pleading from the husband, made his heart even more sick.

"Does he want that wedding?" Ask again.

"of course. You saw someone in the living room. They were Aryan family candidates, and Aryan had accepted all of them. Do not be pretentious you, Rika and her parents who are an official want to nerima you, and willing their daughter to be made a second wife." Replied the middle-aged woman who was still sitting arrogantly in front of Kia.

"Kia and Mas Aryan need to talk, Ma. I'm going to the room." Pamit Kia's. Without waiting for any answer from her in-laws, Kia immediately moved away from the sofa. With no disrespect to her mother-in-law, Kia stepped towards the stairs and entered the room.

Well, she had to talk about this to her husband before making up her mind. Although their marriage was still a corn, he still appreciated this marriage. He really loved Aryan, and was willing to devote his life to him, but, if it would end up like this, it meant that God had planned something else. If the farewell he had to go on, it means that God has not allowed himself to reach that sentence with Aryan.

After all, all this time, he had been trying to become the daughter-in-law desired by the family, but until this moment, his existence still could not be accepted by his husband's family. For him it was no longer his fault. He did not want to blame the Aryan family for all this. Supposedly, he did not trust the word love and promise Aryan, before making sure himself if the man's parents, had really received his presence.

After entering the room, Kia immediately crawled up onto the bed. Pulling a white blanket neatly arranged on the luxurious bed, then cover his legs to his chest with a soft cloth.

Wanted to cry, but her tears were too precious to let out. Moments later, the door of the room he was in, opened slowly. He no longer guessed who was opening the door. Because he knew, the man he left in the family room earlier, would definitely come into the room.

Slowly, Kia turned around, turning her back to Aryan who had just sat on the other side of the bed where she was lying. She really did not want to talk about her second marriage. And whatever it is, he does not want to share love with anyone, including the woman named Rika. It is up to people to consider him greedy. But here is a Kia. And the marriage she dreamed of was not like this. It doesn't matter if Aryan can only give him enough monthly money to eat. It doesn't matter if he lives in a small apartment. And it doesn't matter if he doesn't drive a fancy car like today. Most importantly, she was the only woman in Aryan's life.