The Unperfect Marriage
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Married to a man who still loves his dead wife, Vania keeps trying to get love from her husband. Although Daffa had clearly said that if he could never love himself, Vania did not want to give up.

Will Vania be able to get love from her husband? Or within three months, she would be completely divorced by Daffa, who only married her because of her mother's health condition?

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"I can't love you, because in my heart there's someone else. I'm asking, don't expect more of this marriage, because I'll let you go after three months." Daffa spoke in a cold tone, staring at his interlocutor instantly.

Daffa left a new woman a few hours ago married, entered the bathroom to free the body from the beskap that was still attached to his athletic body.

The beautiful woman dressed in white kebaya in the room was just silent, her body was sculpted and her lips were too weak to be able to refute the word. Sick, his heart ached, when the words were said on his first night.

The first night, where the usual sweet sentences are also romantic treatment, it is inversely proportional to the reality he received. Although actually Vania had also known about Daffa's ex-wife, but apparently much more painful when she had to hear it than directly concerned.

Daffa came out of the bathroom, had changed into the pajamas he had brought in. Looking for a moment at Vania, then continued on towards the small table beside the bed, opening the drawer and putting something inside.

Turning around, swinging a step towards the door, Daffar did not say another word to the woman who tried to brave herself to prevent her. "Where are you going?" reprimand Vania, grabbing her husband's wrist.

"Mas, I know that you can't accept me as a wife, but it wouldn't be nice to see people sleeping in another room. What did mom say to you when they found out?" gentle Vania, let out a long sigh of the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry if I was presumptuous, ma'am." Vania down.

Daffa passed through his body, walked towards the bed and grabbed a pillow. Turning on the long sofa in the room, he placed a pillow there and then went up and lay down.

Vania looked at her husband, she walked over. "Let me sleep on the couch, Mom." He said, once again Daffa let out a long sigh and this time it was also rude.

"You want what the hell?! I can't sleep in another room, I can't sleep here either! I'm sleepy, my body is tired and I want to sleep!" his snarl was upset, shocking Vania.

"We're married, but that doesn't mean you can act like a wife and treat me! Do you know what I was talking about?! Don't ever wish for anything like this marriage, and don't ever be a wife for me, 'cause I never want to take you away at all times!" follow Daffa still with the same upset tone.

"Sorry, Mas. I don't have a—," truncated Vania's poignant tone.

"Udah diem!" he stopped the wife's words.