Married to Brondong
Forced to marry a widower

Aryo muttered to himself near the bed. I'm shaking.

I still don't believe in reality, tonight's been alone with a stranger in the room. That shitty little boy. With a sour face I stood by the tightly closed door leaf. Trying to calm down.

“Mba! Here!” He patted the thick mattress filled with rose petals.

“What?” I was shocked as he called out in a raucous voice.

“We worship, yuk!” He winked. I snorted with a breath of tightness.

He was braver than I thought.

“I want to shower first, still sultry!” ketus.

“Mba, we are husband and wife now! If Mba is still angry, it is not clear. God will be angry!”

God, what will my marriage be like in the future?

***

"Mba! Is the bathtub done?" Aryo's voice sounded acting up with a knock on the door.

It's kid!

Just opened the clothes, the quizin cook is finished?

"New to shower! You took a shower!" I answered while squeezing the tube.

"I want to take another shower!"

Holy hooch! It's a guy, I want to pull his skinny body, then soak it in a tub. But now he's my husband. Destroyed is already the hope of having an adult husband and a.

Because the world is now upside down in my eyes. I will protect and teach my husband a lot.

"Later, when I'm done!"

"Mba. Bathing both of it in sunakan you know, Mba for husband and wife. Let me help rub his back, Mba!"

I almost fell for the statement of the boy out there. Where did he learn the lesson about husband and wife? Lest he grow up because it is plugged with carbide.

I continued to take a shower, no matter the screams and knocks at the door. He will be tired of himself. After all, I was not used to seeing a male aura, even though his age was far below mine.

Although still a teenager, but he is already puberty, his junkyard has stood out, and certainly other adult signs have grown in his thin body.

"Mba! I'm your husband, you know!" The word was turned into a powerful weapon.

"Yes! I knew! But it doesn't have to be this fast you take a shower with me! Tomorrow morning we can!"

"Promise yes, Mba! Tomorrow morning!"

My mind is upset. Maybe he has a disorder, so that's how it is. I'm shivering. In the article I read, there are indeed teenagers who have an excess of the enzyme lust, what's the name, I forgot. So that he could not help himself when he saw women.

If so, then I have entered the lion's den. It's getting worse this wedding.

After the shower, I just realized I didn't bring a change of clothes into the bathroom. How do you get out? Surely Aryo will burn even more his desire to see me who is only wrapped in a towel.

"Yes!" I called out with my head out from behind the door that I deliberately opened a little.

"It can't be, Mba. You call me brother, we're married!"

I heard that from the bed. Apparently, he was lying down.

I took a breath, thinking that Aryo would close my eyes or deliver a scabbard to cover my body.

"But! Could you please get me that scabbard!" I pointed at the chair near the dressing table.

"For what?"

"To wear it, cook it to be holy?"

"Mba shy? We are halal, Mba. If it's not legal, yes, I can't see the weird of women. Zina eyes fall. But now we're official, so why cover up, just open up, I'm not going to get angry!"

How'this?

Out without a body cover, I felt uneasy and anxious. Staying in the bathroom, my body began to shiver.

**

“I'll be out, if you're out of the room!” I tried reminding.

Instead of waking up, he pretended to be asleep. Really bad, boy!

“Aryo!”

Hearing my name he turned his body. Next to the arm becomes the head.

“Mba, Aida! I told you, we've become husband and wife. Please appreciate me a little. Call brother!”

My face was tense, my breathing heavy to exhale. Why would God send a soul mate like him? There are no other men.

“Mba know no! Being a husband, not just a status in the marriage book. Rather as a handle for the woman you've taken over from her father. Either support it, or guide it. A good husband, not just romantic and follow whatever the wife wants.

However, a man who is able to fence his family with love, until the woman you call wife, will never renege on her promise before marriage. Be a servant to you of the world and the Hereafter. Understand no?”

I'm pissed off. You brat!

But finally, good thoughts awaken. Is not the soul mate, sustenance, and death his decree. If I don't sincerely accept fate, it means that right now I'm not grateful.

“Alright, Bang! I'm shy. Can we go out for a while. Get to know each other and the other,” my door with a vibrating voice.

He smiled broadly. Then sit on the bed and dangle your feet to the floor.

“Alright! I'll close my eyes until you change. But, afterwards. We eat out.”

Eating out?

He has a lot of money! Where can I get money from, can I eat in a restaurant or cafe?

Desist I ask. Now I'm safe out of the bathroom. It felt like there were foreign eyes that swept over my usual closed body. Even though now he's halal to see anything that's mine. Even he deserves my life.

After he slept, he turned his back to the bathroom facing the bed. And cover his head and face with a pillow. I immediately walked towards the closet.

Looking for change of clothes and underwear. My chest rumbled like waves towards the beach. Fortunately, it was not like a storm.

Okay!

****** is installed immediately. So is the lingerie aka perpetual mountain support. Now there's a long negligee.

“Mama ..!” I screamed in shock.

There was a hand that was coiled around the stomach, tightly.

“Kok, even call in-laws! I will be expected to KDRT! Mba wants me to go to jail, just for hugging from behind.”

I'm goosebumps. My chest felt tight withstanding the shock that made my leg reflexes flap backwards.

“Aw! Mba, my life source is sick! Tega, yes, you! Want me impotent?” His face was red like a tomato, then held the main part in his body.

“Sorry! So don't play hug! Tell me first napa? I'm in shock!” My face is not sure what it is right now.

“This is called domestic violence, Mba! Hurt my husband,” he answered slowly and continued to grimace.

“Then you can't be told, anyway! Just keep hugging! While seeing that I only use a towel, I was uncomfortable! Especially embraced like before.”

Immediately I tidied the clothes that had only covered up to the bottom of the chest.

Seeing him grimace, I felt sorry.

“Still sick?”

“Yes, that is, Mba! A horse cake, play football!” His mouth stretched out, I saw water in his eyes. Aryo is really sick.

How'this?

“We're not going to eat out! I can't walk.” He's holding on to the closet.

“This is my help!”

“Ga, then kicked again. It's still pulsating.”

“Throbbing it yeah doesn't hurt its name, Yo!”

Hearing that sentence, he growled like a tiger.

“I feel the pain. Mba mah yummy, can be free tonight!”

“How free?”

He scratched his head.

“Ya, free. This first night fighter is not necessarily able to rise in a scary state like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I did not expect, it turns out besides ketus, Mba likes to play hands.”

“I didn't accidentally, Yo!”

“Call brother, Mba! Let's be disappointed this is a little treated.”

I sighed loudly.

This is how I have a boy's husband. You are very lo crybaby, Tong! Though that feeling wasn't so hard as my feet.

“I'm going to bed!”

“Eat night first,” hold me.

From the completion of the wedding ceremony, the prayer of salvation and others. Aryo hasn't eaten anything yet. I'll feel sorry if he's hungry.

“Ga can eat, Mba! Still hurts.” He came back grimacing.

“The pain is not your mouth, just a little bit. Let me get you.”

I immediately turned around, about to take the rice into the dining room. Because the night has moved further and further away.

“Ga please, Mba!”

“Kok, don't you?”

“I want to eat you!”

Hadeh! Huaoo! Holy hooch!

This kid is pretending to be sick, what's really sick?

“I ... I'm not ready!”

“Please, Mba! Help this tweter rise from the slump after a death kick.”

Yeah, God!

It was my fault, accidentally making him sick. But, to serve him. Right, I'm not ready.

***

“So, Mba won't serve me as a wife?” The question was disappointed.

I am still sculpting, confused about what answer to my husband.

“Not so, Yo! Uh, Bang!”

“Buktanya? Mba is near me. I want to learn to love, Mba! Because after marriage, I have to be the only man, the one Mba loves. There can be no other. That's the husband's obligation.” He refuted with the high-level maturity argument.

I feel like I was slapped hearing his words. Apparently, he contains also. Kirain does not exist. Aren't most teenagers today just know how to be fun and follow your own heart.

“I'm sorry!”

That's all I can say. At least, I appreciated his opinion just now which was indeed very correct.

“Already! Lupain only! I'm going to sleep first. It's still pain.” He held the part under his stomach.

Wanting to laugh at his face, afraid he was getting disappointed. After all, it is also not good for a wife to ignore her husband. In fact, I don't have any taste for this boy.

If it can reject destiny, perhaps before it happens. I better get back to papa. Because I just got back from out of town yesterday. So it's impossible to bring your own car from home because we left the group.

“Let me help!” I pulled his hand on the closet door, and then I put it on my shoulder.

His face still implied pain. Slowly I followed his steps like a little child in the circumcision of the apostle. Poor Aryo, I regret it in my heart.

His thin body, it turned out to be heavy too! We are very close now. The smell of his body made my heart beat fast. Even though he was smaller than me, but it still made me feel how, when touched like this.

Maybe because all this time, I was just close and in contact with papa who notes bene muhrimku. With other men out there, whether in the office or during college, I always limit. Arguably rare, most just to shake hands.

For love problems too. Until now I've told you never to date. Now, only I feel very close to a foreign man in life.

“Still sick?” I asked when I got near the bed.

He did not reply, only giving a slow nod.

The bed stayed one more step, I took pains to eat Aryo's body approaching. As I was trying to help her sit up, my foot stuck to her left leg. I fell, he was the same.

Consequently. The incident at the patrol station is repeated again. He was on top of my body and his lips touched my chin. My blood immediately rippled.

Immediately I pushed with both hands, but Aryo seemed to be holding on to the sheets.

“Cast, Mba!”

“What?” I closed my eyes.

“Backness.”

“Duh! Weight, Yo!” I asked him to lift his body from my body immediately.

He did not obey. Her fingers caressed the child's hair that fell near the ear.

“It's a panacea, Mba! Get well,” whispered slowly.

When he said bismillah with closed eyes. All I know is he wants to kiss my lips. I immediately pushed his body with trembling hands.

“I ... I'm not ready,” I replied.

After Aryo's body rolled to the left side. I immediately sat down and caught my breath. My chest is pounding, my heart is getting stronger pumping blood like it.

“Mba! If I am not ready, I can wait. But, one thing you should know! For me marriage is a worship and a sacred thing. Even if one day Mba asks for separation, I won't! Because in my family, it's very taboo divorce.” He was talking seriously.

I exhaled repeatedly. Then rub the face with both palms.

His heart was really strong and hard to break. While me? I am also very selfish! Is it because I feel more mature than him? Treating him like a child? Though from the way he spoke, I knew that his maturity surpassed his young age.

“If Mba wants to eat, please! I want to pray first. Still clean, no one came out.” He immediately sat down and sailed to the bathroom.

So then? Was it just a mode? You freak! I growled with my eyes.

I let Aryo into the bathroom, I'm out of the room. Worms in the stomach had already kicked from earlier.

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