Although Not Perfect
Still in his heart

“I will replace these photos "his words while wiping the photos of his wedding with mbak Vina with a sad face.

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Seeing his demeanor that looked so dear to the pictures of his late wife, I went straight up to him and snatched what he was holding.

"Don't touch my stuff..."

He looked towards me.

"Tadi mas Reza said it is now my home, so you have no right to change anything, let everything be as it was." I said as I looked at the photo of Reza and Vina's mother.

"Are you not jealous?" although it sounded only teasing me, I saw his face look happy.

"Of course, look at you guys so well-matched, because you don't want to forget it yet, so just leave it like this." I put the pictures back in their place.

For while I was more comfortable like this, he who would accept me for who I was, I don't think I want to force him to accept me as soon as possible in the corner of his heart.

"So tell me the truth, why did you choose me to be your wife?" for the umpteenth time I asked the same thing.

Anyun chuckles.

"Have you asked him five times?"

"I will continue to ask until I get a logical answer."My protest as I ruffled my waist in front of him.

Before I repeatedly asked him, but the answer was only origin, of course making me more curious.

Mas Reza grabbed my hand and led me to sit in a chair by the window.

"Well, Amel, I will try to answer that hopefully this time you are satisfied and stop terrorizing me again with the same question..."

I listened seriously.

"As you know, I still can't forget the late Vina. Half my soul has gone with him, and that is what makes my life tasteless, my heart so numb.”.

He also sighed for a moment, I felt so deep in his love for Vina.

"I chose you because I knew that I wasn't your type."he glanced at me with a smile.

"What!???" I was really surprised to hear that.

"I'm not sure I can have you either. But now you're here, so I believe everything is God's destiny. Right now I can't promise you love and because I'm not the man of your dreams either, so you don't have to force yourself to like me either.."

Well, fair enough.

“But Amelia Pramesti, I can promise that only you will accompany the rest of my life and I will always try to make you comfortable with me... Hows it? Are you satisfied with my answer?"

"Mmm...did you feel at home with a girl like me?"

"Be yourself, I'm more comfortable like this..."

"One more! I think there's a lot of girls like me, why me?"

"Tell me where I can find a girl who doesn't fall for me.." she said as she pulled the corner of her lips.

"Aissh was arrogant." I sneered at him.

"Every time I introduced the children of my mama's friends, they always showed me a lot of love and hope. That's what makes me uncomfortable, because I'm afraid I can't return their feelings." she said.

"Only you who clearly rejected me, fortunately I can convince your mother.”mas Reza chuckled.

"You are really confident...What if I met my type and fell in love with her, would you let me go? " i tried to challenge him.

I'm just an ordinary woman, maybe it happens...

"Will not let that happen, because I will make you fall in love with me first.”.

I am honored by that promise. Could it be that he would hold onto that remark for many years to come?

Perhaps the soul of the businessman who flowed in his blood became familiar with the word surrender. Doesn't seem to connect, he.he..

Tasya said my husband is a restaurant businessman and has cafes in several cities, and that's what makes me like getting a doorprize...

“OK we see if Reza can make me turn away from the man of my dreams..."

Although in fact, this heart began to like what he had promised me, but I still hope there is a sense of love that I will get from my husband, not just a sense of belonging.

He got up from his seat and stepped out of the room. But before coming out he turned around, looked at me for a moment and then gave a suspicious smile.

"Although I'm not an exotic-skinned macho man full of fur like your type, but I'm ready if you ask for proof to give you the satisfaction in bed like your imagination.”.

I glared at him, goosebumps at the perverted speech, then I took a pillow and I threw it at him. She passed by with her laughing voice loose because it managed to make me cold hot.

I kissed both cheeks with my hot palms as I imagined the words. Yes this is the fate of the hick virgin...

After asking permission from his father and mother, Reza finally invited me to move into this house. Two days ago she started working and during her time at work I spent my time at my mom's house helping her finish the stitches.

Moreover, Reza bought a new matic motorbike, as if I had a new toy, I became fond of wara-wiri riding a motorbike. Why not buy a car? Of course my husband can still afford to buy a car for me, but because I am more comfortable with my previous life …

"Mother next Monday I started my internship, so for the next month I can't help my mother" I said, inserting a thread into the pinhole.

"Yes Mel, no papa, the stitches have begun to decrease. The important thing is that you should not ignore your husband, you yes." mother's advice is always not to forget to say every time we meet.

“Hhh mother is underestimating me, guaranteed she will not be thin deh.." said my origin.

"Where not to worry, who cooked your husband, if both at the dance may be more beautiful your husband, lest Reza also be the one you asked to give birth later. I'm ashamed to know!!"

I laughed when I heard Mom's words.

"Good idea mom, I'll ask you if she wants to get pregnant and give birth too ha.ha"

"You are!!"mom started to tone high.

I just grinned against the mother who always taught me to be a wife of Sholehah.

"Mom don't want to know yes, you must immediately have children, proof you are also useful, Mel.." I finally got an ultimatum as well.

"This mother, if magic, have children also need a process of times .."guyutuku.

I do not know yet, how can make a child, ****-****** just so he does not dare.he.he..

Facing a kejawen mother as well as a devout Muslim is really making head bobbles. Must always obey the husband, food should also be available when the husband comes home, always look fragrant and beautiful near the husband anyway so the wife should be on standby...

Dikira is still the palace era, must sendiko dawuh same husband. It's modern, emancipated women, for me all compromise.

If only you knew what happened between us, guaranteed to be tausiah last night...