Bridal Stain
Tidying People

I looked at the dawn Adhan, drawing Grey from his deep sleep. He squirmed, stretching his stiff back bones.

He opened his eyes slowly, still with his consciousness not yet fully gathered. Then, he realized, something was wrong. Why could he sleep on a bed that should not be occupied.

“Astagfirullahaladzim!” Grey sat down, so surprised to find his innocent body without a thread covering, only a thick blanket wrapped in half his body. In a hurry, he wrapped the blanket up to his neck.

Now at a glance the shadow of himself with Vishnu is clearly drawn in his memory. About last night that happened between himself and Vishnu. She held the blanket tighter, closing her eyes feeling guilty for what had happened between her and her husband.

He was still pensive with all sorts of strange shadows and thoughts in his mind. “Yes God, how is this? I'm really stupid, why last night I still let Mas Vishnu touch me," he murmured regretfully.

Now tears are in his eyes. He was really confused, if it happened this way, how his fate in the future. Moreover, he really regretted because until now Grey is still eluded by the fear of threats from om and tantenya.

He again circulated his gaze, sweeping through the entire room, looking for the whereabouts of someone. However, his net could find no one there, other than himself.

“Where is Vishnu?” mumbling slowly. Suddenly, his heart was beating abnormally, along with his heart that felt a chill. He sighed softly, re-imagining how he last night responded well to every touch given by Vishnu.

"Did Vishnu know that I was no longer a virgin? Why did he leave me after a long night?" he was feeling bad.

He recalled how Vishnu behaved last night. A completely distant attitude from Grey's shadow. Last night Vishnu looked like everyone else, unlike Vishnu who is usually cold and indifferent.

"But last night Mas Vishnu said he was conscious. Then, if he's conscious, why would he touch me and break his words?" inner Grey daydreaming.

Not wanting to get dizzy, Grey rushed to the bathroom to take a junub bath and clean his body first. In the bathroom, rinsing the body with soap, Grey daydreams of Vishnu's touches last night.

He smiled bitterly at the scene last night. Then Grey looked at his body that still left soap foam, in front of the mirror sink. His eyes focused on the area of his neck that was filled with red kiss mark marks scattered so much.

Whether to be happy or sad, Grey is so confused by all of this.

He turned around, then re-entered the bathtub to wash himself. And as he sat down, he felt quite a terrible pain in his possession down there. He grimaced in pain, enduring the pain.

“Yeah Grey, don't keep imagining it!” he is ashamed.

To be honest, Grey feels his own pleasure when his body is touched by Vishnu, but he is also aware that Vishnu does it only because of sheer lust, not because of liking. However, when remembering the incident last night, Grey can not lie that Vishnu's property, can really spoil him, satisfy his courage, and make him feel pleasure that he had never felt before.

“No, no, no. I can't think about it all the time. Enough Grey, just this time, don't let you do it again, his inner”.

After struggling in the bathroom for about half an hour, Grey came out. After finishing the morning prayer, Grey hurriedly prepared to go to the office, because the clock was already showing at six in the morning.

After she finished dressing up, she stood for a moment in front of a fairly large makeup mirror. Looking at her reflection in the mirror.

The white veil was striped in black, it was wrapped around his head. Sometimes Grey still feels that he cannot be a true Muslim. Although he continues to try to improve himself and his ethics, but considering he was once defiled by Aryo, making Grey feel that in him there are stains that he can not eliminate.

"Oh my God, am I the only one in this world who is so hypocritical that I can let my husband not know who I really am? Am I guilty of covering up my disgrace?" lirih Grey, so heavy.

He took a deep breath and slowly breathed it out. All sorts of pikrian now twitched in his head.

After staying for a few minutes in front of the dresser, Grey now finished the veil on his head, then he immediately went down to Bi Iyam who was in the kitchen.

Bi Iyam who was cleaning the kitchen, kindly greeted Grey.

“Eh, Non Anggreya, want breakfast first, Non,” said Bi Iyam.

Grey nodded, smiling kindly. “Oh yes, Bi. Aunty see Vishnu mas not?” tanyakanya.

“Oh, Mr. Vishnu was very early in the morning had left for work, he said today again there is a big project going out of town. Mr. Vishnu also said, the possibility of him returning home at midnight,” said Bi Iyam explained.

Grey, who had just been sitting on the dining table chair, could only smile bitterly at her. Vishnu's sudden departure without telling him, as if making Grey feel being avoided.

"Conscious Grey, who are you? You are just a debt-redeemer, didn't Mas Vishnu explain it last night? Why do you still hope that Mas Vishnu will tell you his activities, "inner Grey, daydreaming alone. For some reason but as if there was a sense of disappointment in his heart, when he knew that Vishnu wanted to go out of the city.

“Did he avoid me?” he muttered inwardly staring blankly at the dining table.

“Non Greya,” call Bi Iyam again, making Grey immediately aghast, aware of his empty daydream.

He turned his head while looking up at Bi Iyam. “I-iya, Bi what is it?” tanyakanya.

Bi Iyam smiled widely. “Non what breakfast do you want? … Fried rice or want to toast?” ask Bi Iyam.

“Oh, sa-I want fried rice, Bi,” he replied, directly nodding by Bi Iyam, then Bi Iyam rushed to go get a plate of fried rice for Grey.

“Do not daydream early in the morning, Non. This is eaten first breakfast,” said Bi Iyam thrust a plate of fried rice, complete with a drink, then Bi Iyam left just like leaving Grey alone at the dinner table.

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The Aline Group office.

This morning the atmosphere of the office looks a little crisp, different from usual. Grey had just set his foot on the huge building, and as he walked towards the elevator, everyone glanced sinisterly at him. It made Grey feel astonished and confused.

“Why with these people? How come they call me like that anyway,” murmured Grey in wonder.

And as he stood in front of the elevator, suddenly from behind a female employee shook himself.

“Hm, maybe .. our new GM assistant is using something to attract the attention of Mr. GM,” said the woman behind Grey.

Grey fell silent, trying to digest what he had just heard. “New assistant?” grey murmured in the heart.

“Iya, usually the hell if that is so, yes if you do not use the body, yes use a spell,” reply one of his friends.

Grey did not want to care about the slightly painful speech in his ear. After the elevator opened, he entered the elevator, along with other employees, including two female employees who had just opened it.

Inside the elevator, some of them were heard whispering still discussing the assistant's matter. Grey is increasingly made uncomfortable, wanting to feel he immediately met Aryo to cancel his appointment.

“Emang who was appointed as his assistant Pak Aryo?”

“She from the second division, do not know the heck ready, but the would-be assistants often go in and out of the room Pak Aryo, and the new assistant's horrors have a special relationship with Mr. Aryo.”

“Iya, I also heard from the secretary of Mr. Aryo, if the new assistant likes to go in and out of his room pa Aryo.”

Such was the vague chatter of the other servants standing behind Grey. Grey couldn't stand to hear it, clutching tightly onto his sling bag. His mind was increasingly made unsettled, wanting to feel like he quickly met Aryo and canceled the appointment of his position.

And as the elevator opened, Grey hurriedly stepped out of the stifling elevator. He entered his study, and was greeted with a cynical look from his friend Shasha.

“Grey, I want to say the same thing, lo,” said Shasha with a look of annoyance, while shaking her waist standing in front of Grey's desk.

“What by the way? Seriously like.” Grey replied as he chuckled crisply.

“Udah, come with me to the drinking room,” said Shasha walking first leaving Grey.

Grey, who had just placed his bag on his desk, knitted his eyebrows together, shook his head slowly, feeling something strange about his best friend's behavior.

“Why him?” he murmured in the heart.

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