THE HEIR
LOVE, ISN'T IT?
Rion fled after saying yes. The young man was not yet twenty years old, his thoughts and achievements were still long and had not decided to get married fast.
"But, if Azizah is taken by people, it's a pity, too" he muttered.
Rion chose not to care. Even if the strong and brave girl is his soul mate, he does not matter at all. Although a pair of green eyes again disturbed his mind.
"Ck .. why think. He's far away, anyway" he grumbled.
Meanwhile somewhere else. Rahma is now in her rental home. He lives alone, has no family, his mother's father is dead.
"This is my rental residence, mas," he said asking the man to sit on a wooden chair. One cup of coffee is served by the girl.
"Roman!" call someone from outside.
"Yes!" the owner of the name then opened the door.
"Eh, Natalie. Come on in," take the girl.
"Yuk acquaintance first," said Rahma.
"Dahlan Erlangga!"
"Natalia Christiani," welcome the girl outstretched her hand.
The two shake hands. Rahma introduced Dahlan as the man who helped her last night.
"If there is no Mas, maybe the money from the donation will be lost in the thugs of Nat," explained Rahma.
"Wah .. thanks Mas," said Natalie grateful.
"Praise God, we don't have to be single. Indeed Money is always the megang Rahma, because he is the treasurer of the association of young people around this region," explained Natalie.
Dahlan just nodded. He looked at his wife sharply. His wife was reluctant to introduce him. The man just followed what the girl wanted.
"Oh, I'm staying for a while huh," said Rahma, "I forgot to bring the note."
The girl left behind a friend as well as a man who was her husband. Not by any other means, he just wanted the man to also be aware of this misunderstanding.
There was a small conversation between the two. Natalie is friendly and sociable. It must be cold whatever the man by his side. The girl was able to find an atmosphere.
In fact, not long heard the sound of laughter from Dahlan's lips due to Natalie's guyonan. Rahma peeked out from between the blocking curtains between the kitchen and the living room.
"Shhhhh!" he pressed his chest that felt a sudden pain.
He nodded with what had just broken in his heart. The more he wanted to let go, the more pain he felt.
"Ssshhhh .. it hurts so much" he said softly.
A single spot of clear dripping on his cheek. A laugh came out from Dahlan's mouth, Natali actually managed to melt the man's ice.
Rahma is self-conscious, a man who is currently joking with his best friend only occasionally smiles and talks to him.
"What can be expected?" kekeh Rahma in heart. "We've only been together these two days."
He glanced back at the living room. Dahlan looked at him with a beautiful smile. Rahma was stunned with that smile.
"Rahma, are you there?" call the man to wake the girl.
Rahma hurriedly neutralized her heart. He took a note tucked in the door and took it out with a cup of warm tea for his friend.
"Please Nat" said Rahma and put the cup on the table.
"Duh ... Don't bother anyway!' natalie's heart is not good.
But the girl finally gulped down the tea served. Rahma explained her bookkeeping and handed the man a crackle of money.
"Thank you, mas, happy to know you," said Nat pamit.
Dahlan. Rahma stood up to take her friend and Dahlan stood up.
"Eh, it doesn't have to be like this" Natalie said, not feeling well.
"Mas, can I have the number?" pinta Natalie then thrust her phone.
Dahlan grabbed Rahma's shoulder.
"Let's just talk to my wife" Dahlan said.
"I—wife?" natalie's great-grandson was surprised.
'Yes, this is my wife Rahma, we just got married" replied Dahlan.
"Mas ... Why do you say that?" tanyakanya.
"Loh .. We are husband and wife, right?" sahut Dahlan then sat back on the chair that made his butt slightly numb.
"Ah sitting here is sick," he lamented.
The man stood up, there was only one bedroom there. He went into the room and Rahma followed him.
The man chose to lay his body on a foam mattress attached to the floor.
"Mas ... Natalie is a church singer" explained Rahma sitting on the floor.
"Then?"
"Mas .. I'm serious!" said the girl.
"You don't think I'm seriously marrying Rahma?" dahlan asked and looked at his wife.
The man had not seen the form of Rahma's wife loyal to her hijab. Though Dahlan has halal seen it.
The man sat down and faced his wife. He stared at the girl's black netra.
"I have spoken the creed and sworn before God to make you my wife" she said.
"Then you want me to change what I said just because you think we got married for misunderstanding?"
Rahma did not hesitate to nod. The girl was sure that the mature man before her did not have the slightest love. But only because of responsibility.
"Rahma heard me" he said, then covered his wife's two cheeks.
So smooth and fragrant. Dahlan realizes that his wife is beautiful. The girl was a little surprised when the man covered her two cheeks.
"I could've paid everyone yesterday and let go of both of us so as not to be married off" he admitted honestly.
"But I chose to marry you, because maybe this is the answer to all my prayers" he continued.
"Honestly Rahma, I believe that my way to embrace this religion is to marry you" he said again.
"So I beg you. Please guide me, do you want to?"
One clear dot dripped on the girl's cheek. Dahlan immediately removed it. He kissed his wife's friend.
"Oh yeah .. I have something to say," said the man.
"A—apa mas?" asked Rahma nervously.
"Sway Natalie!" press it.
"Ke—why? Nat's a good girl," she said.
"Because I don't want hurt and jealousy" replied Dahlan.
Rahma stunned. Dahlan saw everything his wife was doing behind the curtain of separation. He could see when Rahma peeked at him, then pensively stroked his chest. Dahlan also knew that his wife was suppressing all the sudden flavors.
"I .. I'm not jealous ...," said the girl misbehaved.
Dahlan kissed his wife's lips. The first thing he did to women. Both were equally surprised. Netra Rahma grew up because it was her first kiss.
Dahlan kissed his wife's lips again, just stuck. Then, by relying on his instincts as a man, Dahlan clenched Rahma's lips slowly. Eventually the man was able to play his lips.
Rahma squeezes the husband's shirt. He was out of breath, trying to push Dahlan's chest to stop his kiss. The man finally let go of the link.
Both breaths roared. Rahma breathed the air greedily. Dahlan opened the hijab that covered his wife's head.
Legit black hair and curls, round face with light yellow skin. Rahma is beautiful. Dahlan invites the girl to sail the ark of love.
"It was difficult at first, baby, but if we are patient, we can get through it" Dahlan said before starting everything.
The day was not too late, the two melted into one in wading the waves of passion.
"Ah .. tau gini good marriage .. I was married!' he shouted as he took off all his superior lips.
seriated.
wah ... early in the morning Om Dahlan what is it? Othor is still volos 🤭
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