Tucked In Both Hearts
1. Bridal Night

A pair of humans who were forced into marriage by their parents have just entered the same room.

"Now, put your own clothes on. Find an empty place don't put your shirt next to mine let alone one place or rest." Jeff pushed his wife's large suitcase violently.

Miss silence, whether there is no answer, no courage, or indeed he is tired of arguing. He was silent a thousand languages while dragging his suitcase near the closet.

Missed opening all the doors of that big closet. There are five doors there. And all were filled with the clothes of the man who had just become a husband because of an arranged marriage.

Because there is one room that is not fully filled finally miss moving some of Jeff's clothes to another room to become one place.

Jeef who had just come out of the bathroom was wide-eyed to see Miss presumptuously move some of her clothes.

"Heh, release! Who told you to move my shirt." Jeff grabbed the clothes that were in his wife's hands.

"In this room your clothes are not full, so I moved so I could put my clothes here. If you don't want me to move in, it means that this shirt will be one room with my clothes. Who said they didn't want a room with my clothes?"

Jeff was about to answer Miss, but the ringing of the phone lying on the bed made his attention diverted to the flat object.

The queen?

Jeff shuffled to the balcony. He challenges the night wind so that his conversation with the lover is not heard by his wife who actually does not matter also if the twenty-two-year-old woman hears it.

"No, who touched him, anyway? You know I don't know him. You know me, my love is just for you, my love my trust dong, dear."

"Well, I can't go there. It's not funny that I'm out of wedlock. Knowing Mama, Papa how? I promise you tomorrow we'll spend all day."

Jeff grunted in annoyance. He hated it today. The day that all his freedom ends and his relationship with the lover he has been dating for five years must be pursued in secret.

The marriage that took place today was not the marriage that he wanted. He was willing to do and take this big decision just because of one thing.

Jeff returned to the room after the conversation was over a few minutes ago. Seeing Miss who is packing with her innocent face sometimes invites pity if she has to hurt her heart either with words or actions. After all, he was also forced to accept this match.

What, Jeff! It's not funny how you feel sorry for him. You have yourself to be pitied. Many you sacrifice to defend the rights that should belong to you.

Jeff took his steps into the room. He took his feet to the bed, not to sleep, but to move a pillow over the sofa.

"This is your bed, never dare you take your body to my bed." The look Jeff gave was deadly. Even the mosquito that was about to pass through his face until it turned around because of the gaze of the man who was nicknamed the Sultan's child.

I miss looking at the source of the sound. Just like the fate of the mosquito, he was about to answer his words, but the gaze that Jeff threw seemed to work like a witch that could kill without touching. And finally he chose silence and walked towards the sofa.

And finally the night ran out by itself because those who were both asleep were cradled and caressed by dreams.

Missing to wake up with a sore body. That little sofa really hurt her smooth and petite body. She stretched out a few muscles that felt stiff, and at the same time the phone that was on the table near her husband's bed was struggling to be noticed. Afraid that something was important, he approached the thin object.

Lama Long missed carrying her husband's phone, until finally a hand grabbed the phone and made her surprised. To her surprise, she almost threw something that could be very useful to her husband.

"Don't be presumptuous!"

Jeff grabbed the blanket covering his feet and got out of bed. However, his legs slightly stuck in the blanket and made him fall to the floor, no-no, not to the floor, more precisely fell right on top of the woman he hated but he married.

There was only one more movement, one movement on Jeff's head, then the two lips that were used overnight to fight landed perfectly on the thick lips of Miss. Already like a soap opera or drama series, at such a moment they will surely look at each other in silence and as if their ears sound the chant of a song that is so seductive.

Being this close to a man makes Miss feel the heart that feels like jumping from its place.

Handsomest.

That is the one word and thought that is currently controlling the head of Missing. I just met Jeff a few months ago. For her he was an ordinary man, even prone to being fierce and old, but somehow being near her at this close distance, Missing was like seeing the other side of her husband.

"Keep your body away from my body or we'll do what we were supposed to do last night."

Jeff was flirting. He got up from his stomach and cleaned his clothes to cover up his nervousness.

"Hello, Jeff. What are you doing anyway?"

It turns out that the misfortune that Jeff experienced did not stop there. The phone he had held before falling was accidentally shifted and received a call from the lover.

"Huh? I didn't accidentally stumble and he just helped me that's all." Jeff stepped away from Miss.

"No storm." Missing giggles while walking to the bathroom.

While on the balcony, Jeff was dizzy with his girlfriend who was sulking.

"Ah shit, this is all because of Miss."

Jeff hurriedly walked out of the room, the man was about to go to his lover's apartment. His love for the Queen is beyond doubt for anyone who knows them.

"Jeff where are you going so early in the morning? You haven't even washed your face out of the house?" Ms. Merlin who was watering plants in the yard was surprised by the steps of the child who was walking in a hurry.

"eeee. That's Ma.. Eee Rindu pengen chicken porridge. I miss wanting chicken porridge, so I was in a hurry to buy it for him."

"Chicken porridge?" repeat Bu Merlin frowned.

"Yes. I'll go first, Ma. Poor him to wait a long time." Jeff this time is no longer in a hurry, but he has invited his feet to run. He rode the younger brother's motorbike to get to the Queen's apartment faster.