The Not A Dream Marriage
Section 56 (SECOND TASK)
Salsa was grieving, why should he also obey the words from Gio? Her marriage was nothing more than a status to save the business as well as Joni's family name. Absolutely no impact on the business and the good name of the Wijaya family.
Salsa massaged Gio's body until the massage felt comfortable and fell asleep.
“Eh, has he fallen asleep?” Salsa glanced at Gio who was already asleep in the dreamland.
If you see clearly Gio's face is very familiar to him. Salsa thought about when she had met Gio. But his memory still works very slowly to recall.
Could Gio be something he had forgotten? But Salsa felt she had never known Gio. Salsa was lying next to Gio. Inevitably there was no other choice she had to sleep beside her husband.
It's still so dark. The sun has not yet emitted light. Salsa had awakened to perform the obligation. This dawn Gio still had not woken up.
Finished cleaning Salsa tried to wake Gio up, shaking him several times but Gio remained unmoved from the bed.
“Gio, hey.. Gio. let's get up, pray oy. Do I want sholatin?” Salsa shouted in Gio's ear.
It was all over his patience to wake Gio up. Unexpectedly instead of waking up Gio actually hugged Salsa's body and brought her back to the bed in his arms.
“Aaaa, humans no morals.” Salsa continued to rebel in Gio's arms. Salsa's contact bore fruit with Gio's heavy heart releasing himself.
“Sana, pray alone. I'm not.” Gio replied, Waking up and leaving Salsa for the bathroom.
She why? Worship at ko nolak? Ah, this one human.
Salsa immediately resumed her worship activities that were delayed before her time was up. Salsa prayed fervently.
His hope after marriage he will perform worship with priests in his family but instead he must worship alone.
Gio has finished the shower. Still seeing his solemn wife climbing up the prayer, Gio looked at her with a look of astonishment.
He should thank Papah Salsa who has been very good at educating his wife. Salsa had finished praying when she saw Gio looking at her.
Salsa was silent at the thought of whether she should kiss Gio's hand like any other husband and wife when she finished praying? After all Gio was already the husband he had to obey.
Gio reached out his right hand, as if he had read Salsa's mind. Salsa slapped Gio's hand making the man round his eyes in disbelief.
What kind of a bad wife? The husband has no morality.
Salsa took Gio's right hand and kissed the back of his hand. What Salsa did made Gio surprised but pleased as well. No woman has ever kissed the back of her hand.
“Don't need GR, I just don't want to be said to be an ungodly wife. It was just as damaging to my image,” said Salsa blatantly. Gio did not care what Salsa said, because Salsa acted so enough to make Gio happy.
“Take me a shirt!” gio's Word.
Salsa picked up the clothes she ordered in Gio's wardrobe. Inside the closet is very neatly arranged clothes belonging to Gio. Salsa chose a navy suit stel and gave it to Gio.
“Use this!” Salsa threw a stel of clothes that she had chosen.
“I don't want to, replace the others!” Gio shook his head. Salsa tried to re-select clothes that fit Gio. One grey colored clothing stel.
“Do not want,” said Gio again shook his head. Salsa did not give up hope he returned to find a suitable for Gio.
This is her second task as Gio's wife chooses a suitable outfit for her after her first assignment last night massaging Gio's body. It turned out that choosing Gio clothes was more difficult than massaging him to sleep.
Color black, blue, white various colors all have Salsa out. But none of them fit according to Gio with various reasons tired of wearing, ugly clothes, taste Salsa village and many more.
“Come quickly a little or I'll be late to work!” said Gio casually making Salsa upset is a pleasure in itself for him.
“Already, you choose it yourself. Which one do you want to wear?” Salsa had given up on not understanding Gio's wishes. If women want a lot it turns out men are precisely what many want and very troublesome.
“I want to wear this one.” Gio pointed at one navy colored clothing stel.
The first clothes I chose? So annoying. If you want to wear this one should not have to laboriously unload clothes to a mess.
Salsa pursed her lips. Gio was really testing his patience. The newlyweds room that should be neat and fragrant is even more similar to the state of the broken ship.
“Please help me put on this shirt!” Gio thrust out a stel of clothes he had chosen to Salsa.
Whahuh? I'm wearing him a shirt? Really annoying and shameless, fucking Gio.