The Marriage Tragedy Mixed
Chapter 7. The Immigration Office tragedy.

One night, Jana ventured to have a serious talk with Joshua. After hours of waiting for her husband to finish playing the game. And it's two in the morning.

"You haven't slept?" ask Joshua while taking off the shirt. His athletic body is only wrapped in very short boxer pants and is quite tight, until the next part looks a little bulging.

Jana swallows saliva. His eyes tried to glare into the contents of Joshua's boxer. It had been many times to observe and feel, but every time Joshua opened it, Jana was still in shock.

"Can I talk?" ask Jana carefully.

"What's up, Babe?" Joshua threw his body next to Jana, then pulled a blanket over her body to the neck.

"Mmm ... You .. don't want to invite me to honeymoon, is that it?" Jana asked carefully.

"Honeymoon?" Joshua seemed to be thinking about something. "Can."

Jana jumped in excitement. "Really?"

"Yes. Just so you took care of my visa."

Jana patted her forehead. Why did he forget such an important thing. A few days ago Joshua told me that his cultural social visa was only one and a half months away.

But, if you want to be changed to a limited residence permit, it can be because the status is married to an Indonesian citizen, with a note, Jana who is the sponsor.

"When are you going to take care of my visa to the immigration office?" ask Joshua.

"Mmm .. tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. I'll not let in with my boss."

"Okay, deal." Joshua looks happy. He then turned his back to Jana.

"Mmm .. continue ... about honeymoon ...." Jana said as she heard Joshua yawn several times.

Jana took a deep breath. The girl looked at Joshua's back covered in a blanket. Want to pet, but afraid to disturb. I hugged, but hesitated. Finally, Jana could only fall silent without being able to close her eyes.

Is this what it's like to be married to a man from the middle of nowhere? Although his physique was very tempting, but his heart felt empty.

Ah-Jana brushed off the bad thoughts that were milling around in her mind. It seemed like he was the one who was hoping to be spoiled too much. Perhaps a typical Caucasian man is not like that. They are rational. If you are sleepy, just sleep. No need to neko-neko.

Jana's turning around. He and Joshua turned their backs on each other. The closed eyes though were so difficult to fly into dreamland.

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Today Jana's permission not to enter work because she accompanied Joshua to the immigration office. Travel there using an online taxi because Joshua does not want to ride a motorbike, angkot or bus.

"Sorry, Sir. Can't wear shorts." A security guard prevents Jana and Joshua from moving in at the entrance.

Joshua who was from home had shown signs of a bad mood; for some reason, looking at Jana a little awkwardly. "Well, why didn't you tell me you had to wear trousers?"

"I don't know the rules. To the immigration office just this first time," Defend Jana.

Joshua snorted bitterly. "So, what should I do?" ask him to the security guard.

"Please change your trousers at home or buy them at a clothing store nearby, sir."

Joshua grumbling. While Jana looks dumbfounded to witness Joshua's unusual attitude. That is, only this time he saw her husband looked upset.

"I told you, Jana. You prepare everything before coming here. Why is there still such a problem?" Joshua's voice was slightly raised. Jana follows her husband as he divides the courtyard of the vast immigration office.

"Sorry, Baby," said Jana.

"We can't come back. It's too far." Joshua stopped by the roadside. "Can you buy me some trousers?"

"I didn't bring it. I can't take money in Indonesia. My money's still in America."

Oh, so it seems. Jana just understood the reason Joshua didn't give her a living. Her naive mind immediately suspected that Joshua's money was too much, so her husband had to manage it well.

The real reason made by Jana himself, because too glare with good looks Joshua.

"Jana? How's pants?"

"Ah, yes .. sorry, Baby." Jana's brain thinks fast. As fast as halu. He would borrow hundreds of money from his co-workers-Septi. Fortunately, the hooded girl still had the balance in her account.

His partner is indeed reliable in emergency situations. Lucky Jana has a friend like Septi.

Jana is looking for trousers at some fashion store, plus guessing the right size for Joshua. The reason, her husband prefers to wait for her at a cafe next to the immigration office. The reason, tired and hot.

After struggling to find a pair of matching trousers and liking them, Joshua returns to the immigration office. Through a series of exhausting procedures. Waiting and waiting.

Jana's head really just wanted to explode. Moreover, immigration officials say that the initial procedure for applying for a limited stay visa should be done online. That would save a lot of time.

Let Jana hear it.

He blames himself for not being too detailed in finding information. Really, this was the most complicated experience he had ever had.

"Are you tired?" joshua asked as the two rested for lunch at the cafe next door.

They are waiting for the application to be signed. Is it after it's done? No. gabe. They still have to go through a follow-up procedure in the next few days.

"Little." Jana's resting her chin on the table. He was also limp when he saw the price of drinks ordered by Joshua. His brain was trying to remember how much of the wallet he had left in his bag.

"Thank you, yeah, Baby. You're so nice." Joshua smiled broadly. A happy look emanated from his handsome face.

Praised as such, Jana's heart blossomed. Tired slowly faded. It was like seeing a happy smile on her husband's face, able to eliminate his anxiety.

"Everything for you," kekeh Jana with plain English.

"Jana, I want to say something." Joshua sipped his soft drink.

"What, Baby?"

"You must be asking why I don't have money, huh?"

Jana's eyes are rounded. He who had put his face on the table, now sits with his body upright. "Emmm, I .. never thought rich."

Joshua looked at his smile. He stopped opening his mouth when two cafe waiters suddenly came asking for photos together like he was a celebrity.

"Thank you, Mister," said a cafe waiter happily.

"Sorry for that," Joshua said to Jana who was waiting for him to say, instead paused by the presence of two cafe servants. "Until where I was? Ah, no money." He moved his index finger. "So, few months ago, my parent died in an accident .. mmm ...." Joshua tried to remember the word in Indonesian, but it was difficult for his tongue to pronounce.

"Accident?"

"That's it. Yeah, my parent's a-ce-la-ka-an. And they gave him a lot of insurance money. But I can't access it yet. Yeah, so." Joshua explained in plain language.

Jana nodded. What his mother said was true. Joshua's legacy is many. Jana's heart became relieved. How lucky he was to get a handsome bule husband, has a lot of inheritance.

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