RICH MAN
NOT FORCED

At home working

night again as usual, since Azka's presence in his house, he did not

home soon. Instead of going somewhere, it was just

hang out. Give time to Nagita and Azka

her sister could forgive her husband.

He opened the door with

slowly, not wanting to disturb Nagita and Azka in her room. Although it

know for yourself that nothing will happen because of Nagita's trauma

it was very bad because of Azka's actions. At least forging

it was a bit able to appreciate the existence of Azka there.

"Well, you're home, Dim?"

Dimas twisting the ball

his eyes, he had just avoided the person. Azka is already

appeared in front of him leisurely holding a cold drink glass

looks very attractive.

"Udah. If I'm here, it means I'm home,"

"Why have you been overtime lately? Any problems at the office?"

"Huh, it's the same business of office friends,"

"Oh, yeah, I went back to the room first,"

Dimas did not answer. Azka

left himself at the door. "Anjiiir, it turns out here

I just became a mosquito. People say, no work. Very hobby

bother you, me." His grunt. Dimas went to the kitchen to get

drinking water because he felt his throat was very dry.

At nine o'clock in the night, he

get out of his room and head towards the living room while carrying some

the files Azka had to work on at home. As long as the boss isn't

enter work. Damar left the file to himself to

given to Azka. His sister-in-law is older than him.

Finally the man who it is

wait to get out of his room. They both returned with

job. Though it was not Dimas' job, it was only

just accompany in the living room so that the man can focus on

her job.

"Dim, I'll take Nagita home, please,"

Dimas raised his face, "Rakin? Is she okay?"

"I'll take care of him, you take it easy. I promise I'll never scare her again,"

"But I fear that my sister will not be able to fulfill her duties as a wife,"

"You mean?"

"As you

tell me a long time ago, you made Nagita like that out of lust, didn't you?

I'm afraid you can't control it,"

"Dimas, believe the same

i'm. How could I hurt my wife's feelings again if I had

know that it's a very terrible thing,"

Dimas standing.

"Do you disagree?"

"The one who deserves it more is you, not me. So as long as it's what makes Nagita better, then I allow it."

"Where are you going? You're not standing up because of objections?"

"No. I'm gonna have a drink first,"

"Oh okay."

Dimas passed to the kitchen.

Prepare drinks for both of them. Even in his heart

apprehensive. But it was impossible for him to forbid Azka from bringing Nagita.

Nagita was Azka's wife. And the man is more worthy than

with himself.

Back to the room

guest, he gave one drink to Azka. And another one for

himself. Until eleven o'clock arrived, they were still struggling with

job. Suddenly Nagita came out of the room carrying a cell phone.

"Where are you going, deck?"

"Find me a meal, I'm hungry, brother,"

Azka immediately turned her head and saw Nagita standing behind her and preparing to leave.

"We can order by phone, Nagita. You're in now,"

"No, eat and

find yourself, which motorcycle key brother?" he still remembers the motor butut

the legacy of the father. Nagita never let her sister

sell it, because it is his most precious property that always

put it in the back garage.

"Dimas, we'll move on. I'll accompany him to eat first,"

"I can do it myself,"

"I'm your husband, remember that!"

Seeing the look on the face

his sister who was upset, Dimas smiled at the behavior of his sister. "No

so, his appetite's gone." Nagita passed and slammed the door with

rude, no matter the presence of her brother and Azka.

"Prophey yes, the understanding is still labile. The important thing is never to get tired of teaching him, actually he's submissive,"

"I know he's good, though,

even while working in the office. He never volunteers. Possibly

now things are different. I understand that. Then I say goodbye

first, I'd love to nenangin him."

Dimas tidied up the file

who splattered on the table and left it there. Because Azka

not finished with his job. He was afraid of his sister-in-law

looking for that file again, because I want to rest. So he let

the file is neatly arranged in the living room.

****

Azka should be more

be patient than usual, as Dimas said earlier. That

Nagita is still very labile, but as volatile as it may be, the little girl

she is the mother of Azka's son. Inevitably, he had to educate her

to become more understanding. He has to be patient

facing Nagita's sometimes outrageous attitude ignores her,

I thought it wasn't there while I was at home. But it doesn't

never give up, there are ways that he uses to interfere

wife's tranquility. As long as it wasn't physical contact, he knew that Nagita was

still don't want to do that. Keep your distance, keep doing it.

"Darling, still angry?"

"No."

"Open the door, dong!"

"Sleep outside!"

"Do you want to see me sick? I'm sick, you're the one who bothered to take care of me, too,"

Waiting a while,

finally the door of the room opened. He immediately went in and sat at the end

bed. Still with an annoyed expression.

"Still angry?"

"No. Go there!"

"Hey, no more clowns, you know." His light was careful.

"Gita, can I have something?"

"You're sleeping, but hugged,"

I want Azka

cheering while prancing to hear the speech coming out directly from the

wife's mouth. At one point, Nagita was very afraid of physical contact

with him. But that night, he himself asked. Indeed lately

this Azka enjoys her role as a husband. Coldness

he even disappeared while he was next to his wife.

"But wear it first!"

Azka scratched her nape, "That's what?"

"Hands shirts, socks, trousers, long nightgowns,"

"For?" Azka started to feel unsettled.

"We don't want to be touched

directly, he wants Papa adek baby should wear it first, if papa adek

baby does not want, Mama adek baby also does not want to sleep,"

He could smile

he heard that from his wife. Baby, it sounds so

interesting and foreign in Azka's ear, but she felt it was something

so happy. Not wanting to take a risk, he did

walk towards Nagita's dressing table to pick up clothes as well

other equipment that will be used.

Forced, he had to use it to make his wife as comfortable as possible.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"If the touch is direct, then afraid. If it's like that, it's okay,"

"Yes, you're the bed. Hugged from the front or back?"

"Rear,"

Nagita lay on the bed. Azka followed and immediately embraced Nagita.

"Hold belly!"

Azka obeyed and

rub it slowly. He's been there for a month, but he's not

I've done silly things like this, even for the first time,

Azka holds Nagita's distended stomach. Suddenly Nagita's stomach moved.

"Darling, is that motion?"

"Your child is moving. Not me,"

"Could that?"

"Could be, she's living inside. So he automatically moves, because it is his age that is growing bigger,"

"When did it come out?"

"A little while,"

He felt very happy while holding Nagita's stomach. There is a prospective baby who is so actively kicking.

Some long stroking

nagita's stomach, she heard the woman's breath so calm. Moments

lifting up his body and looking up, the woman fell asleep. Azka smiled, though,

"If I knew what it was like to be a husband, I wouldn't

wasted your pregnancy." she murmured in the heart. He kissed the back

nagita's head is full of affection. Although he did not love his wife, he,

at least he tried to prove it.

Azka fell asleep while hugging her.

A few moments later

he felt his hand move, he opened his eyes slowly.

"Kitchen, hungry,"

Azka got up from her bed and turned her head towards the clock that showed at three in the morning. He followed Nagita out.

"There's nothing" he lamented.

"We bought it. Eat outside, you're craving everything,"

Nagita nodded slowly.

"Let's get out!"

He held his wife's hand, there was no rejection because he did not take off the gloves that were still attached to his hand.

"Are you sure you want to wear that shirt to get out?"

Azka noticed herself still wearing pajamas. "Don't mind, it's important you don't starve."

Down the city of Jakarta, "What do you want to eat?"

"What's important is to be full,"

"Is it just meatballs that are still open, or are we going to our apartment area?"

"A meatball, by the way,"

Azka obeyed anything

what Nagita wants. Luckily, there was a wet tissue in his car

he used it to clean his face after waking up from his sleep.

They both got out of the car, he ordered meatballs for his wife and

for himself.

"Wanna eat in the car?"

"No, in the stall, it's,"

"Yes already. Sit down!"

A few moments waiting, though,

finally two bowls of meatballs were in front of him. Seeing the portion

big enough, it made him unsure if he could spend that much.

Azka was no longer disgusted by the roadside food. During

this Nagita always takes her to a simple place. Not like the

imagined people. Such a place is very guarded

cleanliness.

What he likes is

seeing his wife was very greedy when eating food. She supported

his chin with his right hand smilingly looked at his wife.

"Nake?" Nagita sontakan put down her way of eating and nodded.

"Not eat?"

"You used to eat, I'm easy."

He saw the rest of the meatballs in his wife's bowl stay a little, "You again?"

"Maybe?"

"Eat as much as you, as long as not spicy,"

"Not banned again like yesterday?"

"No will. Whatever you want now, we're looking for. Let's get you healthy,"

"Thank you, Mom."

Azka smiled, "Try to repeat again, did you say Mas to me?"

Nagita said, "No, I misheard you,"

"My ears are still normal, I like you to call them that,"

Nagita was still shy of him.

"So nambah?"

"So, you have to eat too!"

"Yes, I promise." Azka

get out of her seat and order Nagita a meatball for a second

a time. He doesn't want to ban Nagita from eating anything now, he doesn't want to

too hygienic, if in fact the food does not harm the candidate

his heart, he will not forbid.

Orders are coming, too,

they both ate food together. Finish eating, Azka more

the ancients left Nagita to pay for their food.

"Let's go home!" Azka

nodding, he approached Nagita who was waiting for him in front

automaker. The woman came out when she paid the meatballs.

"Gita, we're going home, mama, want to?"

Nagita. Then shake.

"Why not?"

"This is the reason," Nagita stroked her stomach.

"He's our son. Don't ever blame him for being present, he exists because of my actions,"

"Wasn't it when we got married, your parents didn't have that time?"

"Because I'm not ready

tell me that, let's go home. I want to tell my mom, if I

have a wife, and soon have a child, my mom is not yet

married,"

"You're the one who came home. Gita's not following,"

"We both go home,"

"No, the Gita is not ready. Please don't force it!" the voice began to shake.

"Yes already. We're not going to Mom's house. But one day don't be surprised if I take my mom to your house, okay?"

"Don't!"

"Why again? Doesn't my mom deserve to know?"

"Shamefully. Gita's not really ready."

"Yes, if you're not ready. I'm not going to be forced, you just accept me back that's enough,"

"About you getting married? So then?"

Azka was surprised to hear Nagita's question.

"I told you, I married her to you. You have a little family, too, Nagita."

"When did you say you wanted to get married?"

"You're my wife,"

"But I can't,"

"Why? We'll fix it, baby" Azka approached and stroked Nagita's cheek.

"Nagita can't give her obligations as a wife. I'm sad, what if I can't fulfill my husband's wishes,"

"Hey, Nagita needs to heal. I need to recover from trauma, I won't,"

"But I was scared, when

can not fulfill the obligation, you recognize other women as

impingement, I don't want that to happen,"

It is true that if he used to be

venting his lust on Deana and the other women, but now it's been

be different. Ever since he was with his wife, he had no desire to touch

another female. What he focuses on is Nagita's mental healing.

"If you don't want to, then Nagita has to promise to heal, will you?"

"Can't do it,"

"Why can't, haven't tried, yet,"

"Until now even I still tell you to put on those weird gloves, afraid we touch. That feeling is terrible,"

"I'll take care of Nagita,

until healed. Not going to get another woman, but we have to

stay at mom's house. Afraid when you come back, I don't

it will matter if you don't want to. I know the risks, I can

hold."

"But I'm not sure,"

"Just trust me, promise?" Azka held out her pinkie to his wife. And was just answered by Nagita.

"It needs to heal, don't

scared again. If I hug don't avoid. I will keep wearing

it's every day, let me not touch you,"

Azka smiled at his wife who wiped her tears from earlier.

"Mas, look at me!"

Azka approaching, second

their eyes meet. Nagita's hand hung in the air, wanting to

touching, but several times undone. Azka realized that, though,

seeing Nagita's tears, he immediately wiped her. "Don't be forced if

it can't!"

"I'll try, Mommy."

"So his only wife

in my life, don't ever think I'm going to get married again, you

everything for me," he felt like he was talking to a little kid, age

they are very far away. But it does not rule out the possibility Azka can

touching his own wife's feelings.

Nagita laughed with tears in her eyes, "You're weird,"

"I love you" immediately his lips were kissed by Nagita.

"Nagita's? What are you doing?"

"Thank you,"

"Aren't you scared anymore?"

"don't know. That reflex happens after you say baby,"

"I kissed, would you?"

Nagita nodded slowly,

Azka held Nagita's chin and began to bring her lips closer, breathing

his warmed-up wife, honestly Azka already wants that to happen,

but he couldn't do more. Nagita's lips with

very soft, no resistance. Azka is pushing the nape

his wife to deepen his kiss, until finally he emboldened

he used his tongue to break through Nagita's mouth. When successful

opened his mouth, and he sucked Nagita's tongue gently. Again and again

it happened, Nagita's body immediately shook violently.

"We're home," he

immediately released her lips. Azka was hoping for more

from that, but he didn't want to hurt Nagita's feelings.

"Sorry,"

"Do not force. I don't want you to do anything."

Throughout the journey

his hand never stopped holding Nagita's right hand. It

enjoying that short kiss, the tighter his hand clasped

I hope Nagita is okay.

"Mass?"

"Why baby?"

"I'm sorry" isak Nagita.

"You're not wrong, don't think about it, Gita. That makes me happy."

He holds hands

Nagita and occasionally stroking his wife's hair. He knew that Nagita

forced to do it just to please her, but the way

of course, the use is wrong. Because it's dangerous to him, Azka

feeling that the brief incident was a sacrifice Nagita against the taste

dreading. He will promise himself he will never make it

Nagita left her side again.