WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Bagas part 2

Monday came, I met the woman who will be my wife, from a small she does look very sweet, even now that she grows up looking more beautiful in my eyes, she is a hijab woman, she said, looks good, graceful, and charming.

If I were a normal man, this might be the most beautiful gift to me. But not with me right now, I don't hate him, nor do I want to hurt his heart and not want to sacrifice his future.

I don't know what to do, my family and his family look very enthusiastic about this matchmaking, except for Hanjaya, yes Anjani's father looks very unhappy to see me, maybe because he knows, I cannot and cannot love her daughter.

I really didn't want this wedding to happen, even though the proposal had taken place, and the wedding date had been set, but I still insisted on not marrying her, on the grounds that I never loved her. But my family kept urging me to keep marrying that girl.

Until I was forced to go on a mission that would clearly hurt my future wife, I couldn't possibly say “I hate you! I don't love you! I don't want to marry you! Go Anjani!“ no, those words would hurt him a lot, but destroying his future, would obviously hurt him more.

I want him to give up, and decide on all the family plans. Through my crazy attitude. But, since she was a good girl, I know she must not love me, I know she wants to run away and get away from this. But I also knew he would rather suffer than resist his mother's wishes.

Even I didn't help her prepare for all our wedding needs, I also said not to be inquisitive with our series of wedding events, when the photo session was prewedding, I left it alone, she said, and saying the inappropriate words I said, but he patiently and steadfastly went through it all until the day H arrived.

On top of the guarantee, everyone said, if I was a lucky man who could marry a girl as good as my wife, they said my wife was beautiful, kind, friendly, and who would have been devoutly devout. But strangely I was not at all proud, I just smiled wryly. I even remember my Great Beloved. Great coming to my wedding as my best friend, I saw Great crying. My heart hurts to see it. I feel so guilty.

When night fell, it should be the most thrilling night for every couple, but not with me, still with a flat expression, I saw my wife coming out of the bathroom, she said, I'm sure for a normal guy they'll be tempted by my wife's performance tonight, she looks so pretty after opening her hijab.

 I turned my eyes to the cell phone, and went straight into the bathroom to clean myself up, after finishing the shower, I saw him waiting for me on the edge of the bed. I realized I could not fulfill my obligation to nourish his mind.

I took a breath, then laid myself beside him. I really can't close my eyes. And I'm sure it's the same.

After marriage I decided to bring my wife to my father's house, I am not a person who is able to adapt quickly, I am the opposite of my wife's nature. If my wife is a jolly and smiling person, then I am a stiff and cold person, if my wife is easy to put herself wherever she is, then I am a person who is quite difficult to adapt. I know my wife is very heavy when it comes to leaving her family, but I also don't want my in-laws to know about my attitude towards her daughter.

But again my decision was wrong. I hurt my wife again through my family. I know if I'm not home, my wife is being severely abused by my family. But my wife is very strong, she is able to get through everything well, without complaining about anything to me. Ah, it seems like my heart is starting to melt.

I thought hard, to at least not make him suffer, I decided to follow his desire to contract. In addition I can also return close to Agung, because I chose a contract adjacent to the contract of Agung.  

He seemed very happy with my decision. I don't know why, but I'm happy to see her happy. He even hugged me tightly. I was so impressed that I couldn't return her embrace. I can only smile behind his back.

“Anjani, why? But I'm happy to see you smile“.

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