Young Wife For My Husband
Chapter 30 The Happiness of Soleh
Soleh is like a boy who is excited to be in the middle of dozens of two-wheeled vehicles that sparkle various colors and the latest models.
His eyes glittered like a camera blitz that monitored all the models that caught his eye.
"Which one is it?" jyria asked, confused.
While Ojan and Samsiah are also busy here and there looking at which is the most appropriate to be given to his son-in-law.
"That's great!" show Ojan.
"That's good too!" samsiah said on another motorcycle.
"That's the latest Yamaha huh?"
Soleh was happy but dizzy himself looked to the right and to the left.
Long enough he was made upset because there were too many choices.
Finally the choice fell on a Yamaha R15 motorcycle. Soleh looks very handsome with a tall strapping posture. The slim but densely packed Juriah also tried to become a rear passenger.
Soleh blushed. The huge D+da Juria stuck warmly to his back.
"This, Leh?" ask Ojan to make sure.
It is not a new motor. But it still looks very cool. Twenty-five million rupiah, cash out of Ojan's pocket is directly transferred to the dealer's account.
Soleh did not expect, his in-laws turned out to be many bears. And not stingy spending that kind of money on his son-in-law. Soleh had been a daughter-in-law for a week.
Crazy one! A week to R15. A month What did I get? What about a year, two years, three years? Whoa...
The mind of Soleh melanglang buana.
The money coffers seemed to be scattered everywhere. And Soleh who was proud of himself smiled happily while looking at Juria who was also looking at him.
Soleh really had to thank Mariana and Anta, both of his parents who had been very persistent in telling him to marry Juriah.
A beautiful, sweet and obedient woman in bed, also rich to be able to change herself into what she is today.
Returning from the dealer, Soleh and Juriah immediately tried out the motorcycle that is now theirs. It turned out that Ojan wanted his BPKB letter on behalf of Juriah, not the name of Soleh.
A little disappointed, but Soleh tried to think clearly. The bike is the one who uses it. The Syrian people cannot even ride a bike, let alone a motorbike or a car.
Ojan and Samsiah got in a private car alone. While the child and his daughter-in-law went for a walk around the village with a happy heart.
"Kereen.." cried Soleh in a loud voice.
This was his dream in youth. Having a big motorcycle, dressed dashing like a crosser and behind him sits a sweet beautiful girl dressed sexy defiant.
Wooow dreams come true! Thank God, thank you Mom, sir! Your prayers are answered!
"Yes..."
"What?"
"We're going to my house yuk?"
"Huh? Whahuh? Not heard!"
"We're showing off to my parents' house, right?"
"Huh? What's?"
Such is. The words of the two are simple but not connected because they are mixed with the wind and are also hindered by helmets that are each worn by Soleh as well as Juriah. New helmet bonus from dealer.
Soleh drove his motorbike to his parents' village which was about 50 meters from the house of his parents.
Of course Mariana and Anta were so proud of the arrival of her eldest son and also her new daughter-in-law.
Soleh kissed the back of his Mother and Father's hand with a face of sumringah.
"Can, finally!" mariana said she was coded to be happy for the achievement of her son.
Anta was stunned to stroke the plan of all parts of Soleh's new motor to spin twice.
"The beauty!" muttered pleased.
Juria was also happy to see the look on the faces of her two smiling parents.
"Mas Soleh will hold the key to the workshop from Monday tomorrow, Mr. Bu. We pray that the effort that will be held by Mas Soleh will be smooth and blessed." The story of Juriah increasingly makes Mariana's eyes sparkle brightly.
"Aamiin..."
She and her husband are grateful.
"But I've got to get the job done in the capital, Yang!"
"Oh yes? When, Mas?"
"I'll pick up Amel first. Let's move quickly and go back to the village."
"Take Amel to his parents' house. No need to get dizzy. He also has complete parents. I can take care of my sister too. He doesn't need to be invited to live together. Your household can be messed up if it's put together with her!"
Juria nodded. Her eyes looked at Soleh waiting for her husband's response.
Solely be silent. He still thinks.
Leaving Amel at his parents' house, his impression of Soleh was like trying to end his first marriage.
Amel has nothing wrong. Amelia has always been a good wife. Just because he did not have children, so he followed the wishes of Mariana and Anta to marry again.
Plus because of the current unemployment status. It's hard to find a job while life goes on.
"Let's think of a way out, Yang!"
Soleh's answer did not make the heart of Jyria satisfied. But the woman was silent and said nothing.
Even until they leave again to go to the Ojan residence, Juriah prefers silence.
Of course Soleh began to know the character of his young wife who was easily hurt.
"Yes? Why silence?" ask Soleh in the middle of the journey.
Jurisprudence answered. Just shake your head with your eyes focused on the left-right view.
"Which!?"
Stay unanswered.
He finally chose silence.
But because of annoyance and fear of prolonged uproar while just now he was happy because bought a big motorbike by parents of Syria, Soleh chose to stop the motor at a beautiful resting place.
"Why stop?" jyria asked a little sniffly.
Soleh led the hand of his young wife. They sat on the edge of the sidewalk beside a new stretch of green rice fields in the tandur.
"Why you, why you,"
"Aren't ketus? Me? Disappointed with you!"
Soleh looked at the face of Jyria. Instantly drew a deep breath and threw his gaze into the vast rice field before his eyes.
"I understand you're disappointed. I am not the man you expected. I can't count on you, can I?"
Hearing the sad words of Soleh, Juriah was instantly scared as well.
Afraid that the Husband will become illfeel and slowly choose to leave him.
Grep.
Juriah pulls out Soleh's hand.
"It's not so, Mom! I want, you were immediately fast motion to agree with the words of Mother Father earlier. It's not that I keep thinking too long until I misunderstand."
Jyria's weakened. And Soleh cheered in his heart.
"I just have to also think about Amelia's feelings, Yang! After all, she was my first wife. Even though I'm very happy with you now, He was in my life story, and still is in my life, baby!"
Juria. Dare not speak for fear of mispronunciation. Especially to disturb the thought of Soleh which can be fatal for its existence.
Soleh began to judge Juriah and the entire contents of his young wife's heart.
The adult man already has enough experience in the role so that he can be more dominant.
"Amelia is good, for that I must be good to her as well. And you are the best. For you, I'll do whatever makes you happy."
Juria looked up her face.
The handsome face of the Husband who smiled sweetly with twinkle eyes like stars in the middle of the sky looked at him friendly.
Juriah is happy not to be a bitch.
"Yok, we're home! I miss playing lato-lato with you!" the whisper of Soleh made Juria smile widely.
"Ish, this is it!" Juria blushed in shame.
They returned to Ojan's residence.
Amelia was feeling very sad.
Repeatedly tried to contact Soleh, but her husband's number did not react.
The chat is not in. Just one check.
Amelia did not know that Soleh was blocking her number so as not to disturb her intimate relationship with Juriah at a crucial time.
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