Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 23 The Heart of Juriah Who Longs for Compassion
Juria returns to her village with her husband Soleh. They left on a motorcycle owned by Tito who borrowed Soleh.
The jyrians are happy. Finally, motorbike with halal couples becomes a reality.
He hugged Soleh's waist tightly from the back seat.
While Soleh blushed with a pounding heart, he found that his young wife's arms were occasionally in contact with Juriah's chest if her motorbike crossed the sleeping police.
In his heart he hopes, hopefully throughout the journey more and more police sleep so that his back can feel the warmth of the chest touch his new wife who soaked.
"Yes..."
Czechiiiite...
Juria pushed forward because Soleh brake his motor suddenly. Then he looked at his wife.
"What, Yang?"
Of course blushing instantly the face of Juriah. His heart is dag-dig-dug. Especially after a hard but exciting collision gland all nerves in the body and mind.
Same with Solahudin.
A rare opportunity that He did not want to waste to slowly approach the heart of Jyria to be open to him.
"Mmmh want to buy souvenirs?" juriah bashful cat.
"certainly could. In a moment, we'll find a convenient place to buy souvenirs!"
Juria nodded. Soleh again runs a motor matic Tito, his sister-in-law.
About a few hundred meters finally Soleh found a souvenir shop with spacious parking and the shop looks comfortable with bale-bale for customers to sit down for a break to enjoy the beautiful scenery and typical small town food offerings nan is beautiful.
A few pounds of typical city cassava tape, sweet sour spicy chips, candied fruit and fresh strawberries are a souvenir option for his family at home.
"Have you? Enough?" ask Sam with a soft voice.
"Already, Mom! Here's money!"
"Just hold your money. Let me pay you."
The clumsy-looking Syrian finally complied. He put the money back in his little bag.
Soleh received change and paper bags from food vendors.
"Thank you, Mum!"
"Together, Mas!"
The two then continued on a journey that remained half way.
Soleh deliberately berjahili by trying to pull the girl's hand to embrace her waist tighter and her chest immediately attached to Soleh's back.
Padded and chewy.
Both heartbeats are racing increasingly erratic.
But the Syrian did not let go of his hands even though they were now attached to each other.
The roar of the sound of the breath of Juriah that was so close to the ear of the back of Soleh increasingly raised his little brother to stand perfectly upright even though in a pinch position to the pain it was so painful.
Soleh pulled over and stopped the bike.
"Why?"
"Awhile, the wagon clamp. It hurts!" whispered Soleh but did not sensitize Juria'.
But after he saw one of Soleh's right hands reached into the waist of his pants and...
"Upss.." cried Juria softly as she turned her gaze in the other direction.
Soleh chuckled even though his face looked crimson with embarrassment.
Fortunately, the road was quiet and only a few vehicles passed by. Soleh can calm the heart and his flowery feelings as well as pounding like a strong wind.
"You anyway!" his god on the mesemitic Juriah himself in the back.
Juriah is not a teenage girl. She is 22 years old and almost all of her friends are married and have children. Women of Juriah age should be housewives. Because if he's two or three more years single and not yet double, they call him 'old maid'.
That is if you live in the village. All things are governed by the order of customs and culture of the generations.
"Darling.., let's hold on again. We have to get to Abi Umi's house before the Maghrib. Worrying about the night and the fog blocking the view."
"Yes, Mom!"
Juriah was happy to hear Soleh constantly calling her 'Honey'.
Although silent, but her little heart surged with joy. Her husband is also a romantic. Looks cute but his attitude is so sweet even though only through calls. Makes Juria comfortable to cling back to Soleh's waist tightly.
Instinctively, Juriah was happy and proud to have given up her girl status that everyone had always questioned all along.
"Girl, but ever give birth! That little girl is her name!"
"Well, what else to Yuk! Lha wong has already taken out the baby's head. Fortunately, the bastard died after birth. If his son urip ck ck kk kesian Mbak Yu'!"
Jyria remembered the discordant voices of the neighboring houses behind him and his family. If in the presence, all looks sweet by pretending to give moral support to strengthen the soul of Juriah.
Truly humans are losers. As soon as Juria named them.
For this reason, when Amelia called and said she would accept the presence of Jyria as a young wife for her husband, Jyria did not convey the mandate of Amelia who did not want their marriage to be held royally. Just telling the family the point is just a message from Amelia. Because Jyria wants her marriage to be seen and known by many people.
Jyria wants people to know, she now has a husband. In fact, she had to share her husband with another woman.
Miris. And still his marriage is a gossip of people.
But Juria was relieved. Because finally, he who people say 'dirty' when not because of a blasphemy but because of the crime of a mad man there who edited it.
Jyria has always believed that God will give her happiness someday.
Maybe now is one way he gets happiness from the Almighty, even though it must be like a thief. Heart thief.
Juriah has long long longed for the love and affection of a man of the opposite sex who loves himself for who he is.
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