Being a Milk Mom For Twin Nieces
Chapter 7. Marrying

A clear morning, but the sun does not shine hot stinging there is only a shady and peaceful sky that supports the continuity of the wedding to be held at the residence of the bride.

A man who used an all-white tuxedo and stelan several times let out a long sigh because for the second time he would decipher the sacred promise of marriage in front of gods, angels, guardians, and witnesses.

Sit up straight and reach out a hand ready to shake the hand of the father-in-law. For the second time he shook the same hand that middle-aged man married him to his daughters.

“I received marriage Anindya Gradhita Mukti binti Suroyo Jati Kusumo with gold mating is paid in cash!”

“How are the witnesses, legitimate?” the ruler asked the witnesses.

“Sah!”

“Sah!”

“Alhamdulillah, bismilahirrahmanirrahim...,” lead penghulu recites prayer of salvation.

“Congratulations, now you are officially a legal husband and wife in the eyes of religion and applicable law. Please Mas Satya, attach the wedding ring to the ring finger of Madam Anindya, then take turns.

“Kiss his hand Mas husband, Ma'am Anin. Sok, mango,” Anindya obey everything the ruler ordered.

“Now, kiss his wife's forehead, Mas,” command penghulu on Arsatya.

Indeed, in that moment Anindya's heart felt a great vibration that she had never felt before when Arsatya's lips that felt moist and cold touched her forehead gently and deeply though it felt short.

Undeniably, Anindya wanted something like this, the sincerity of love. If it is true that sincerity is real in the world, then Anindya will be happy. But his heart always believed that if there was no pure sincerity in the world, there was always a purpose for every event that should be joyous.

Including himself who agreed to this marriage was nothing more for the survival of his two nephews whom he loved dearly. If only for no reason, Anindya was reluctant to get married. He has determined not to find a life partner or soul mate, and maybe he will not marry until the end of his life because of a dark event that he experienced not long ago.

The wedding is usually followed by a party to celebrate the happy moment after the agreement, but different from the wedding of Anindya and Arsatya. They didn't plan any receptions, no guests came but family, not even a photo shoot. After the event, they immediately returned to their respective affairs like the deal that had been discussed earlier.

The day before marriage.

Anindya's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, she almost choked with the mineral water she was gulping down. Sitting face to face on the sofa of Ansha and Chesa's nursery, Arsatya unexpectedly proposes to Anindya.

“Mas Satya, what are you talking about?” asked Anindya who was confused by Arsatya's words.

“I do this not for no reason, just for the sake of children. They need you all the time, and I am not free to bring them to meet you because we are not mahrams who can live together. So, marrying you is the right choice so that there is no barrier between my children and your ASI, they need it,” explained the man.

“But I don't want to get married, and what about Kak Amelia?” tanya Anindya who had stuck to mention the name of her late brother. Because, Anindya thought, his sister-in-law was only widowed not even a month, easily he would marry another woman who even this time the woman to be married was the younger brother of his own wife?

"Lantas, what's the neighbor saying?" Inner Anindya.

“That's what I'm going to talk to you about, we have to make a deal at the beginning. That after marriage, there is no coercion whatsoever. I'm not asking you to serve me, no. And you, you must agree that I will not shift Amelia's position and will not throw away any memories of her. Forever her position will remain number one in my heart. We have to agree not to force each other's feelings. And one more thing, I don't want to have children. So, no need to worry, you have no obligation to serve me or carry a child from me. Nothing changes after we get married, we will be free to live each other's lives, ” Arsatya said.

Anindya nodded. You can imagine life after marriage later, nothing will change or be harmed. “Good, if this is only for Ansha and Chesa's sake. I agree,” said Anindya agreed.

“Then, what is my duty after becoming your wife?”

“You are free to do anything, only one that I beg of you to give your ASI to my children until the recommended age is until they are two years old. So during that time, you cannot go,” Arsatya said.

“How after the two-year breastfeeding period is completed?” ask Anindya.

“You can go and end this marriage,” Arsatya said.

Anindya grew steadily with the offer her sister-in-law made. From the look in Arsatya's eyes, there was not the slightest lie or doubt from every sentence spoken, it meant that he was serious with all his sayings that after marriage nothing would change from their lives.

But who does not believe that God is the Rejection of human hearts and feelings. Who can guarantee that life will not change over time?

Who can guarantee that during those two-year time brackets nothing will change in the slightest? Only time can prove whether they can go against destiny or will fate follow the scheme of life they want?