Buying My Maid's womb
Virgin Flower

Bening staring into the vast expanse of rice fields that began to be seen when the car began to enter the area around Banjar. Farmers who are now beginning to return to farming after nearly two weeks of rain soaked their rice fields, stared in amazement at the two luxury cars that had driven into the remote village.

Bening himself from earlier just kept quiet beside the big madam. Bening accidentally didn't ride in the same car as Gara. Gara in front with Mr. Wibowo while Bening with the big lady in the other car driven by the driver. Gara also unceasingly glanced at the glass, looking at the car behind which was carrying Bening.

"I'm nervous, Pa. Even more nervous than when I proposed to Sela."

Mr. Wibowo chuckled as he opened the windshield. He retaliated against the farmers by raising his own hand. The atmosphere of the village is so beautiful, making Gara and Mr. Wibowo feel relaxed.

"Gara, don't be. Anyway, Revi, you asked so dearly first." Mr. Wibowo reminded Gara, although he did not like Revi, but he knew very well, how Gara desperately wanted to propose to the woman.

"Yes, I certainly won't forget that, Pa. But really, I'm a lot more nervous now." Making a confession again.

In the other car, with the big madam, Bening just stared at the farmers from inside. He did not dare to open the windowpanes even though the great madam did not forbid it.

"You nervous, right?" ask the big lady.

He turned, smiled, then nodded.

"Very, Madam."

"You're really ready to be my son's wife, to give him offspring at this very young age of yours?" asked the big madam again, as if looking for a clear conviction. He didn't want the girl to do it.

"I've decided my best, Madam." Bening replied calmly.

The big madam nodded. Yesterday, Bening told his parents again that this day would come. Apparently, the neighbors whose houses are wider, are happy to prepare a space to welcome prospective besan. There was no way they would welcome them in that narrow contract.

And when they arrived, how shocked the villagers were, when two luxurious cars stopped. Then came down two gallant men followed by the big mistress, the driver was also clear. The neighbors squealed stifled, seeing Bening more beautiful face while in Jakarta.

Bening lowered his head, nodding respectfully to the neighbors who greeted him with joy. No one dislikes Bening in that village. The figure of a virgin flower that does not do much, likes to help neighbors and is very devoted to both parents.

"Mr, Mama."

The longing flowed between his clear eyes when he grabbed the frail bodies of his parents. Then he did not forget the red Goddess, the sister who looked pale but still tried to smile to all who came.

"Master, Madam." Like a village full of manners, mothers and fathers appear inferior, greeting the rich who will soon be their best. The simple clothes of both parents made the heart of the mistress touched. He immediately embraced Bening's mother, as well as Mr. Wibowo who hugged the father with a smile of dignity.

Now, the gazes of the villagers were fixed on Gara. There were no such handsome men in their village. The athletic body of a woman's longing that is formed by her diligent exercise, also a gaze as sharp as an eagle that is able to sedate anyone. It is almost unbelievable if the future husband Bening so perfect.

"Can we start the show?" ask Mr. Wibowo to everyone present and watch the application.

"Please, big sir." You speak calmly. Batik clothes with black skullcap make it more unpretentious. Several times the eyes of the father and Bening met, a smile on the old lips, making Bening covered with haru.

My mom and dad should be happy. That's the vow of Bening since he was a child and he will soon make it happen through this marriage.

"Our son, Anggara Dewa, has been steadily asking for the willingness of Mr. Sukir and Ms. Sukma to let Bening Anjani as our daughter-in-law. We have brought a set of jewelry as a dowry, as well as some documents that have been signed Bening also our son related to some of the written property that has been given to Bening family. We will also guarantee a decent life for Bening once he is legitimately our son-in-law."

The event then went well with the wedding day and Ijab kabul Bening also Gara. Three days from now, they would be preparing for the event. At the request of Bening, the event will be carried out simply. Not to forget the activities of supporting orphans and widows there.

Now, Bening and Gara were sitting in a saung near the rice field. They're sideways. The wind caressed their faces. While in the village, Gara and his family will stay at the house of the village head who is none other than the house of the Dani family.

"Young lady didn't come, sir?" ask Bening lirih.

"No, Clear. Let it go."

"Master sure you'll marry me?" ask Bening again, this time they look at each other. Bening wanted to convince himself, Gara would not regret his decision.

"I'm so sure, Bening. Right, I won't delay your pregnancy" Gara said as she leaned her body in the saung.

"I understand, Mr. Gara. Sure, I've prepared this womb for you."

Because I nodded and smiled.

"Just be quiet, don't call me sir."

"What should I call you?" ask Bening wonder.

"Your comfort, as long as it's not sir."

He seemed to think for a moment before he finally looked again.

"All right, Mas Gara."

Because of tingling, eager to catch the lips ranum and red. However, he must be patient, wait until the contract has been spoken and Bening legitimately became his wife.

"Related ...."

"Yes, Mas Gara ..."

"Jawab be honest, if not, I won't be disappointed."

Clear waiting.

"Are you still holy? I mean are you still looking after her?"

I am not surprised by that question. Indeed, as long as they have talked about marriage, Gara has never once asked the sensitive question.

"It's because it's gonna get it."

The smile on Gara's face was engraved. It is not wrong to choose a wife anymore. The virgin flower will warm her cold bed immediately all this time.