Marrying Sister-in-law
You are my wife

Pras arrived home, he immediately parked his car carelessly. Get down and step into the house. His steps are fast and fast, it feels like meeting and talking to Andara immediately.

Pras walked towards Ega's room, when it opened there were only Ega and Maya who were playing together. Pras closed the door again.

Not only that, he walked back to his bedroom, maybe his wife was inside resting, he thought. Unfortunately, the result is also empty. Andara wasn't there.

is he in the kitchen? bathinnya

Pras quickly steps down the stairs and immediately to the back. Looking left and right, it was as blank, Just Bik Jum he saw.

"Sir, is Andara home yet?"

"Not den, since then the madam has not come home" replied Bik Jum.

"Thank You Bik."

Pras just realized what he was doing.

Why do I become like a madman, is not his car not in front, it is certain he has not returned home.

Pras. Why are you being stupid ..

Pras walked back into the house

Walking back and forth waiting for Andara with a restless feeling.

Urinary urination may be the right word to describe the condition of Pras at this time, he was already like an iron that goes back and forth indistinctly.

Tired of pacing back and forth, Pras slammed his body on the sofa, turning on the television hoping to distract him.

Several times changing the channel still can not muffle his heart that thinks of virgin.

Where the hell did he go??

Didn't he come home first?

Then where is he?

Pras took his phone, fondled and thought a few times, but he put it back on the table, his intention to contact Andara he said, and Pras chose to sit and wait.

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The taxi that Andara was riding stuck in traffic, an accident occurred a few meters in front of him, forcing them to stop and wait a long time.

Andara herself was restless, because it was almost night, and she was still outside the house. Usually he never comes home this late, except overtime and that rarely happens.

Good thing I didn't bring my own car, otherwise I would have died of fright.

Andara had stopped by Hanum's house, she told him everything. As a friend of Hanum was very supportive of the virgin's decision to be honest with Arfan. And Hanum hopes that his best friend can open his heart to receive his marriage.

Because it was late afternoon, Andara chose to take a taxi home and asked Hanum to take his car at the cafe.

Now he sits uneasy in a taxi,

Had terbesit want to call Pras or just permission, but a big doubt hinders his intention, whether Pras will care!

Pras didn't even ask where he was going.

Pras also did not contact her, asking her whereabouts even though only through chatt.

Is he worried about me? or rather he was happy because I wasn't home.

The daydreams were broken when the driver said they had arrived. Andara saw it turned out to be true, she had already arrived at her house. Andara got off and paid for a taxi and walked into the house.

"Assalamualaikum" said Andara entered the door of the house.

Pras who sat on the sofa woke up and found that Andara had walked inside, Pras face looks unfriendly. His eyes were sharp, filled with anger. The clock shows at eight o'clock in the evening.

"Where have you been?" pras asked with a cold expression.

Youara was silent for a moment, lazy to argue with Pras who clearly looks angry. Tired of his heart and mind plus the unpleasant journey earlier made him choose silence and continue to go inside.

It turns out that his silence made Pras' emotions become more and more, Pras felt unappreciated and underestimated.

Pras's hand check on Andara's arm was so strong that Andara grimaced with pain.

"Where are you from, Andara?" there is no lawfulness. Andara just stared at him with a look no less sharp, and full of hatred.

"Java!" this time with a high note.

"Am I not free anywhere, do not interfere with each other's personal affairs. Then why are you angry?" asked Andara casually but in a mocking tone.

"I'm your husband, you need my permission before you get out of this house "

"Of course, wasn't I authorized. Did you forget brother? I just went to see my friend. Is that wrong?" andara

Pras gritted his teeth holding back his anger, it could be that you could argue with him. Silent for a moment, slightly confirming his wife's words.

Andara tried to release Pras' hand checks that felt a little slack.

"It's wrong, as my wife, you have to obey me, go with my permission and obey all my wishes."

"But you seem to have forgotten brother, what's the reason we got married, Ega, just Ega the reason I accepted you. So..."

Pras, who was upset and angry because he felt that Andara had insulted him, stepped on his pride as a man.

And not finished you talk, Pras pulled tightly the body of the virgin and hugged her tightly.

Dara was wide-eyed, her lips were silent, her body was stiff and her eyes were perfectly enlarged when Pras was only two inches away.

"I can even do whatever I want" said Pras right in front of the virgin.

"A...what are you going to do? le..getaway!" dara continued to rebel and wanted to escape.

Pras smiled mockingly, the devil's smile adorning his handsome face, really making the virgin hate him even more.

"If I don't want to, how? I think you're mature enough and understand, what do I want, right?" whiskey Pras

Andara's face paled, but a sharp and challenging gaze still adorned her face.

"You..you want what?" dara panicked.

"Hahaha... What do I want? you know, I want my rights as a husband" Pras replied

Andara's face was glassy, she really didn't want to be in this position and she wasn't ready for it. Andara was scared.

"Now answer me, tell me where are you from?" pras asked this time a little more gently, but had yet to let go of his embrace.

"Take care of me, don't make me forget myself and we'll end up in bed." she whispered.

The body of the virgin bristled and trembled at the word Pras said.

"I met with Mr. Arfan" replied Dara

Dara was unable to stem the tears that flowed

"What business is he doing seeing you? isn't mom out of work?"

"A. I don't know,"

"The honest answer is, is he your lover? you're silent on a date with her,?" pras's tone of voice is higher, it's been tested patience beautiful woman in front of him.

"No, I didn't date her and I didn't love her, nor did I know that she liked me" she replied.

"Good, I love your honesty, remember, you are my wife" Pras said softly and

cup

Pras kissed her forehead, then let go of her embrace, walking out of the house.

Dara fell to the floor, she cried, her heart ached and upset. Pras is a crazy and creepy guy, though,

Pras....

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