Married to Brondong
Do you want to try my manhood?

Aryo refused my nose.

“Kok even diem?”

“Haa?”

“It's even diem, Aida?”

“No, just thought of your explanation steady.” I immediately gave her both thumbs up.

“They are still in doubt.”

“Why questions?”

“Yes, about that first night. Or do you want to practice directly? Let there be no bulkhead between us anymore.”

Ow hell! This brat really stuck with his reading times, huh? But, at least now I'm starting to believe, Aryo is not a teenager who cooks with carbide. Or cooler, older than his age.

“Hp, you sound!” Thankfully, there was an incoming call. At least I wasn't mistaken after hearing Aryo's words just now.

“Iya, Pa!”

“Papa wait in the meeting room!”

“Read More, Aida and Aryo go there.”

I immediately hung up the phone, then entered the communication tool that currently holds the power of many people, including me. Without, HP. I feel like there is less.

“Where?”

“We're there now!”

“Ayuk! But the transfer was power!”

“Abeng!” I bluffed with a sharp look.

“Or did I send the beat?”

“Udah, noah! Ayok!”

I pulled his wrist out. But as he almost got to the door, he brushed a step.

“What else is it?”

“Cameras put where, yes?”

“Why?”

“Ngga, just nanya!”

**

The heads of the company's sections had already gathered in the room. Sitting in a chair that can be rotated as a fatigue reliever.

In front of them were cups of various flavored drinks. There's coffee, there's coffee milk, anyway on demand.

“Welcome back, Miss Aida!” greet Hasan. But, I know he's trying to hold back the bumbling.

Surely, he had seen the CCTV footage that was in the papa's room earlier. I gestured by raising two eyebrows. He's giving a thumbs up. I'm nodding.

Minutes later, the meeting began. Aryo and I sat next to each other. I see she's nervous. It turned out that he was not used to formal events. So it looks so wrong. Moreover, the ones in the room were all wearing suits and ties.

“It's okay,” whispered as she set her sights on everyone, then stopped on my face.

His breath sounds heavy. I smile. Hasan, who already knew our relationship, just stuck his head.

“Alright! Mom and Dad! Today, Aryo will start working in this office. I want someone to guide him. For the next three months, he must master the field of marketing, then planning, then managing the project.”

Everyone was staring at Aryo and I who they probably thought would return to this office.

“Then, Ms Aida, how, sir? Why isn't he the one who's accompanying?”

“I won't be back in this office. My qualifications are not in this company. Let papa find the right person to be his successor.” I answered calmly.

The meeting continued, until finally Aryo will be one room with Mba Inge. Head of Marketing Division who likes grooming, suppel. But he cheated once.

Papa was about to fire him, but because his son still needs a fee. Mba Inge was forgiven and remained at the company. Because he really mastered the marketing part.

Right now, I'm the gamelan. Maybe later my husband he will end up with his cultural persuasion. Moreover, he often stares at Aryo who*******-******* fetch.

I won't allow it. Aryo, it should be one room first with the men.

“Pa! As for marketing, Aryo is common, Pa. Why not plan first?”

“Aida! The planning section is full, so Aryo is put in the marketing section first.”

Break up hope, get home later. I'm going to protest papa. I don't want to, Aryo is close to Mba Inge.

“Starting tomorrow, your room is next to this room. Welcome to join, and hopefully stay at home.” Mba Inge reached out her hand to greet Aryo.

My man asked for approval, I nodded.

“Feelings, I've seen this sister of Bu Aida, deh! But, where, huh?” His forehead wrinkled.

“One of those times, Mba! We go first, yeah! Hopefully tomorrow Aryo can enter the office according to his time.”

Papa had introduced Aryo as the son of his best friend. And it was considered like a child of its own. That's why they approached my husband to shake hands. Lastly, Mba Inge who looks a bit different when greeting my husband.

“Good, Mom!”

Aryo and I went straight to the parking lot. Previously been told papa, if we go home using an online taxi only. Because he has another meeting with another company.

In the car, my face might be pretty messed up to look at. So Aryo stared in surprise, but did not ask.

“Mba! Want to go to one place, ga?” He asked and tried to hold my finger.

However, I was still bothered by Inge's attitude earlier. I'm on fire, am I really afraid of losing Aryo, right now?

“Where?”

“To heaven,” answers.

“Emang in the world no heaven?”

“There! Later Mba will see and feel how beautiful the paradise of the world is.” Aryo winked.

I again felt the pounding in the chest getting faster. Blood also feels hotter draining veins. To remove the delay, immediately put the face on the car glass.

“Aryo!” I was shocked, her fingers stroking her thighs.

I don't know where I'm going to be taken by this boy, but I'm not allowed to ask much. Every time he opened his voice, he nodded. Even until the online taxi was booked, he still did not answer my question.

“Pak, the app is closed! I'll pay full chart for one day.”

Aryo asked the online taxi driver with the Avan*za minibus fleet to turn off the booking application.

At first the driver was hesitant. But after my little boy's husband handed me the hundred thousand and a half million sheet, the man in the blue uniform immediately took a stand.

In my heart, I began to wonder. Where are we going? Does he have a wicked plan, because I didn't want to serve him in bed last night.

Aryo gave a hint of the place to go. I'm restless.

The location is quite far from the city, the place is still a lot of wilderness. What am I supposed to do now? Follow him or ask to come down. If he wants to do evil what? Usually children the age of Aryo desperate to do anything to get what they want.

“Mba don't worry! I'm not going to hurt you, though! This husband of yours, though a boy, still thinks using logic.” He smiled thinly.

My feelings are mixed. Between believing and doubt. But now I am his wife.

The duty of the wife is to trust the husband, because he is already fully entitled to my life. But, if he messes around, I will survive to live. That is also an obligation. Defending the right.

What is Aryo wrong? Duh! Dizziness, grandpa, Bwang!

“Magging, Mba? It's up to this!”

I flinched, then smiled.

“Serious, Beng? Inhere? Where is this, anyway? Said to heaven?”

Question after question rolling like bowling ball exposure.

He patted and asked the driver to wait where it used to be, will be contacted again around four in the afternoon.

“Siip, Gan! Easy it!” The driver nodded and smiled.

“Number on the same app to call the same, right, Sir?” Aryo bows near the driver's door.

The man with the tourist's face nodded and reassured.

“Ayok!” Aryo pulls the wrist.

My steps are a bit difficult to follow Aryo's quick steps. The gimmick I wear exceeds my ankles.

“Lift aja dikit,” her advice as we pass the trail.

I don't know where, Aryo wants to take me. He said to heaven? Maybe he wanted to finish my life.

This place is still empty, the homes of residents exist, but rather rarely. Especially at this time it seems like Aryo is taking me to a place without residents. The road alone can only be passed by pedestrians and motorbikes.

On the left and right side of the road, I just saw. Uh. Why sing, anyway? Really am! On the left and right of the road there were only large trees and waist-high shrubs. How not to try?

Meet Kunti or pocong, I'm not gonna pull this. Can still be beaten with the verse of the Chair. But, this?

Omaigat!

“Beng! You have no evil intentions, right? Bring me here?”

He stopped the step, then turned his back.

“Mba! Don't suuzon, same husband! Negative thoughts are a waste of energy. I'm still sane and have faith in my chest.” He stared hard.

“After that, you invited me to know which world? It's here, isn't it? Door to heaven?” Sizuka's silly questions to Doraemon.

He scrunched his eyebrows.

“Mba! I am your husband, you know! We are the ones who are married. But, Mba must remember, our families already know each other. Yes, no way, I disappointed and embarrassed my father and mother with vile and condescending deeds. In the world go to prison, in the afterlife in the crust of hell. If I could kill you. Same husband must believe!”

Uh, he's a lecture. Me, I'm going to be silent. Fight in the heart, annoyed mingled. Of course the feeling made my face shrivel.

“Mba! If only a tiger wanted to pounce on you right now, as a husband, I would die, if you survived. Even though I haven't had any offspring in your womb! That is my responsibility as a husband. So, don't be so bad to think. Mba will definitely see that paradise!” He reassured with his gaze and speech style that was straightforward.

I stood up and refused to step. Learning to trust a new person is not as easy as forgetting an ex. Uh, that's hard, actually. It's not as easy as patting a bad mosquito.

“Mba, believe! I will not harm you, Mba! By Allah, by Rasullullah. Ever since we became husband and wife, I've convinced myself to look after and protect you with all my might. Believe me,” he said slowly, but full of intonation.

I was wrong, confused as to what to answer. Finally, he could only step down and follow the pull of his hand.

“If Mba is tired, let me carry!”

“What? You want to carry me? What's wrong, my body is bigger, Beng!”

“Yes, but my spirit is much bigger than the body, Mba!”

Astagah! Still have time for him to positive in the wilderness like this? You brat!

“Ga, effort! I can still walk by myself.”

Walking together in the middle of the wilderness like this, is quite tense. Moreover, there were strange sounds that seemed to follow the steps.

However, all was lost when it came to a green grassy hill. Underneath it flowed a small river of clear water. Some houses stood far apart. A stilt house made of bamboo and planks. Justjust wonderful.

“This is our heaven. Ayok!”

“Where else?”

“To the home I have prepared for my wife for a long time!”

“Means?”

“Bomber gossa! Ayok!”

My hand was pulled down the hills. Fresh air fills the respiratory cavity. The body that was hot because it walked far away, now more adorable stroked gently in the wind valley.

“Bang Aryo ...! Whoi! Bang Aryo coming!”

When we got to the flat road, I was startled by the screaming sounds of the little children.

They run after. Aryo leaned over, then sat down on the street resting on his knees.

“You guys how are you?”

“Good, Bang! We miss Brother!” Five seven and eight-year-old boys look excited to welcome Aryo. It's like a hero he's been surrounded like that.

“Abang, too! How are your parents? Healthy all?”

They smile and nod.

“Batiknya already many so, Bang! But, my mother said no one had bought it yet. Because you don't come bring customers again.”

Aryo stroked the head of the boy who had answered the husband's question. I'm confused myself. Why Aryo seems to be a hero in this place.

“Ohh, yes! Kenalin,” said Aryo then looked up at me.

“Who is this, Bang? Brother, Brother?”

Duh! The little boy can judge that my face looks older than Aryo.

I refrained from nagging. Things like this I'll hear a lot. Moreover, they were too small to be snapped at. Isn't that kid honest?

“This is brother's wife! Beautiful, right?” aryo's compliment makes me feel better.

“Beauty! Whose Sister's name?” ask them simultaneously.

I did the same thing with Aryo. Sit on our knees, let us align. At least, I've been trying to appreciate, hopefully they'll be friends.

“Sister name, Aida!”

“Waah, cool! It's a good name, huh? Assalammualaikum, Brother. My name is Ardi, this is Anto, it's Bima and another one, Surya!” His eyes sparkled as he introduced his friends.

“Waalaikumsalam, Thank you, yes, Brother has already been told. Your village is good.”

Giving compliments, was the first step to entering their hearts.

“All thanks Bang Aryo.”

My forehead wrinkled, then I saw Aryo who was a duck-tailed as Ardi told me.

“Kakak, don't know!”

“Ayo, follow! Let Brother understand!” My hand was pulled, I was forced to follow in his footsteps. Aryo and the others were walking behind us.

“Where, Dek?”

“Cute aja! Don't ask too many questions. It's taboo here if you take a porridge. Can be kidnapped Ganbala!”

Ow hell! Weight is the rule too! Or he's making up stories so I don't have much to say.

Ardi took me to a place where I was amazed. A flower garden, there is flowing water coming from a small river above the settlement. Plenty of batik cloth fluttered in the wind. How amazing.

“What place is this, Dek?”

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