THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Long Journey.

Abhimanyu PoV

Praise be to the God who has given me his best soul mate.

I pinched my own arm. "Aw" I grimaced in pain my arms were red.

"Why brother?" his question then looked up at me.

"No" I'm ashamed that I'm sick, which means I don't dream. That the girl I thought about all night so I couldn't sleep was now my wife.

I was afraid that after being away from him, he would move to another heart, but right now I was sitting on a plane with him.

May my second marriage last until my grandparents.

I looked at him he was leaning in the seat facing him straight ahead, he seemed to be cold.

"You cold?" my many. He just smiled and I took off my jacket.

"Wear my jacket, so that it won't get cold" and then I intend to put the jacket on her slender body, but she refuses.

"Make brother, I'll wear a sweater" he shifted his seat to the edge of the glass. Apparently he was still not used to sitting close to me.

"Hehehe. I am now your husband, don't be afraid," I teased him on purpose, I opened my seatbelt and I pushed him.

"No fear" he said, staring out the glass. I put my head on his shoulder.

"Sister. wear his seat belt" he said without turning his head.

"Okay.." I shifted I put the belt on again, then we kept quiet until I fell asleep no longer knowing what he was doing.

Samar I heard the sound of things being pulled. Turns out right, the flight attendant was pulling a trolley giving dinner.

I lyrics the clock in the arm, it's seven o'clock at night, Astagfirlullah. That means seven hours on the plane.

I saw my wife was nervous. "Why?" I reached for his hand, to get closer because I couldn't shift anymore, blocked by the seat belt.

"I'm dizzy, just as nauseous" I looked at her slightly pale face.

"Why didn't you wake me up? you're hungry maybe, eat first yeah" I gave you a box of rice.

"Entar was my brother, I was nauseous" he repeated.

"You're drunk" I put his head on my chest. My chest is pounding, I pijit softly his temple.

"My stomach hurts" he whispered.

"Just a minute" I took the wind oil, after I had my head rested on the seat.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up, opened the plane's pulley. Take the medicines that I have prepared in advance.

"Wear the wind oil first" I opened the wind oil and then without thinking again, I skipped the T-shirt intending to race his stomach. Astagfirlullah.

"I'm alone" he was surprised as well, then took the wind oil from my hand.

"Hueeekkk.." apparently he was really drunk. But nothing is spewed.

I took mineral water and gave it to him. "Drink first" yet he still shook his head.

Confused as to what I should do I put the wind oil to his nose, he closed his eyes looking better.

Then I put him in my lap. "You go to sleep first, so that you will eat later," he nodded and closed his eyes, back I piijit pelipisnya.

Subhanallah.His face just this time I looked at him so closely. Her nose is red lips without polish, in pain and still beautiful.

"Silver eat first" apparently he did not sleep.

"Yes later with you, you sleep first to be healed."

He calmed down a little then I heard a soft snoring.

Jasmine PoV

Greedeg, gredeg.

I just realized it was on the plane, the plane apparently hit the clouds.

The burly hand coiled around my chest a warm sigh gently touched my face. The handsome man looked to be sleeping well.

This man apparently sleeps, since from Jakarta my stomach is bloated, head is dizzy, nauseous, and wants to vomit, but I am afraid to wake him up.

I looked at her husband's sudden ups and downs, apparently attention too. The proof was that he took care of me, and after being treated in fact I could sleep soundly in his arms as well.

"Kruuk.kruuk.

My stomach has been hungry since the morning when I ate nothing in a hurry to chase him to the airport. Even during the day, not having time to eat is still tense with my marriage.

"Oh my God, I didn't think this man was so quick to be my husband in just a matter of hours, such a lightning marriage.

I don't know what dream, I'm obviously happy. I'm actually still afraid of coming into contact with it it feels like I want to shift that hand but worry about getting up.

But my hunger is attacking more and more and I don't want to move her hand.

"Have you been better?" apparently he woke up when I was slow.

"Thank you, yes" I smiled at him.

"You eat first, your stomach is empty" he said. Aah..my heart blossomed just that word alone has made me manned.

"Yes, but I want to go to the toilet first" I answered actually I wanted to go to the toilet since the afternoon, but was afraid to say.

"Come on" he then opened my belt his head right under my chin. The aroma of the bamboo smells.

"I'm holding let's not fall" he said, then grabbed my shoulder from behind. We walked to the toilet.

"I didn't come in?" ask him while smiling.

"No need" I closed the door slowly. After coming back out, he was still waiting.

We returned to our seats with our seat belts and opened the menu box for dinner, which was cold.

"What do you want to order again? here's the menu list" he said, opening a food catalog.

"Quite a sis" after drinking I went back to sleepy.

"Bobo here again" he pulled my shoulder to sleep in his lap again, then wrapped me in a jacket.

I went back to sleep until my cheeks finally felt patted softly. I opened my eyes.

"We've arrived."

I got off the plane, it's night. Zurich's Idonesia journey of almost 18 hours is now at 12 p.m.

Abim took me by taxi to a nearby hotel 15 minutes later we arrived at the hotel.

"What a big fat, huh?" his question then wrapped his hands around his shoulders. After we entered the hotel.

Tired I felt lost when I arrived in a hotel room that was quite luxurious. All I know is that the cost of living in this place is quite expensive. Then how many of my new husbands are renting fancy hotels? check check check I'm amazed.

Did I not mishear when Diah once complained to Sister Rose, if Abim was a stingy husband?

"You went to the bathroom first" he said, surprising my daydreams. When I was still staring in the hotel room while leaning on the sofa. He appeared to be wearing only a hotel kimono towel with wet hair.

"Sister, isn't it wrong, are we staying here?" my many.

"Why is that?" he asked back with a frown while rubbing his head with a towel.

"Why don't we just go straight to the apartment, brother? this hotel is expensive,"

"Have not thought it was a honeymoon." he smiled and stood in front of me.

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