Getting Married to My Enemy: Wounds in Marriage
The white riding prince

"Don't let him know that!" The order is clear and firm. Tiger knew himself not to refute, he only nodded before retreating.

Tiger steps closer, Dara should save himself before the door opens and find himself stealing hear!

This is the second time Dara accidentally stole her husband's talk with Tiger. At first Dara just wanted to tell her that she wanted to visit her mother who had just returned from the hospital, stayed overnight and would return Sunday afternoon, then something that caught Dara's ear, then something that caught Dara's attention, who spontaneously stopped the move of the girl who wanted to enter.

"What else did the man have planned?" muttered Dara, she was sure that the 'she' Rain meant was her. What can't be known by him?

The more hidden, Dara was getting curious. He wanted to know, it must be about him or his family. Is that the way the guy's gonna destroy her back?

Dara's heart almost slipped out of place, when she heard the jolt of the opened door, pulling her back from her long daydream.

"You're getting ready? You're going?" tanya Rain was flat, who slightly made Dara's forehead frown. Usually the man would say rudely, would instantly warn himself not to go anywhere because he would definitely not allow it.

"I... I want to go to Papa's house, stay there last night. Mama just got out of the hospital, so I want to keep her company," said Dara squeezing her fingers, her habit of panicking.

Long time no response Rain, Dara increasingly deg-degan. If the man doesn't let her go, Dara will start a debate.

"Alright, you'll be ushered in by Dodit."

Dara's eyes widened, as if not believing what she heard. Without a fight, even a small debate, the man instantly allowed it. Is that guy sick? Or wrong eating? Or are we having an angel spirit? The bodo period, the important thing is that Dara has already bagged permission to go to her father's house.

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"Dodit, do you know what happened to Rain?" dara asked while traveling to her parents' house. Although trying not to care, but seeing the man's good attitude to her, she became a little worried, and also suspicious. Was this her tactic before making a grand plan to destroy her?

"I noticed Mr. Laluka was fine, Ma'am," he replied briefly. He was attentive these few days, his boss was in a state of fine, could even be sure in a very good mood, having just won a tender of billions of rupiah.

Dara did not extend the talks. Trying to fortify his mind not to think about the man anymore.

Dara's arrival as usual was welcomed by both parents. Dinner then told a story, sharing a laugh before taking a break. "Mama really hoped that your husband would come here. Six months married, and he's never been here. Never mind staying, just visiting no," said Megi staring straight at Dara. The girl could only bow.

Her mother's wish never seemed to be fulfilled. How could Rain have come to this house while he hated everyone in it so much. Not to mention if it is true what Rain said, that Megi is also... Ah, Dara didn't want to think about it. Most importantly, her mother is out of the hospital.

Dara satisfied her eyes looking around the room, she had not occupied it for a long time, the last time she came here while taking her clothes the day after marriage.

Dara broke down her body, feeling the soft sheets that BI Inem had just replaced.

When at the door of the room, making him jerk, turned towards the door leaf that was still closed. "Come in" he said, inviting whoever is at the door.

"Am I interrupting?" Alma's face appeared behind the door. Give her a smile before she goes inside.

"Nothing. I just miss you. Is your marriage okay?" There was a worried stroke on Alma's face, which made Dara touched by her sister's attention. They both love each other, especially Alma, the girl loves Dara very much. For her Dara is the goddess of salvation because most of the problems she causes are always Dara who resolves for her.

Dara looked seriously at her sister. Why did Alma suddenly ask that, even though since her marriage, Alma seemed to not care.

It was sourced when Alma accidentally met with Nazwa in one of the cafes. At that time Nazwa said that he would pay more attention to Dara if Alma did love her brother.

"Good... Why are you asking?"

Now even Dara is frightened, she is afraid that Rain has proven his threat. Approaching Alma just to make her hurt.

"It's nothing, it's just like my mom said, your husband never came here like a daughter-in-law. So, I interpreted that you guys have a problem" Alma replied honestly.

One beautiful curvy smile on Dara's face. He thanked Alma for worrying about him. "Don't worry, we're fine, he's just busy" Dara replied not wanting to make her sister even more anxious.

"You're happy to marry him? Did he treat you well?"

That question must have been very difficult to answer, but he had to answer it so that Alma could sleep well tonight.

"I'm happy..."

Alma had returned to her room, only Dara who thought of Alma's words and her mother's wishes. If he could persuade the man to come just say hello, the worries of the people in this house would definitely be gone.

Dara makes a status on her WhatsApp before going to bed.

'Everyone in this house wants to see you come greet them, but I know it's impossible!'

After that Dara threw her phone on the side of her pillow and began to shut down, wading through dreams.

People say do not hate too much, let alone think of people who are hated just before going to bed, because it could be carried away by dreams.

It happened to Dara. In her sleep, she sits in a beautiful flower garden, with an ivory white dress as well as a flower crown pinned on her head. In his hand held the bouquet of flowers he had just picked from the garden, a variety of colors that looked very beautiful.

Then from a distance he heard the footsteps of a running horse. Dara turned her head towards the source of the voice, over time she saw a man riding on the white horse coming closer to her.

Dara could not see the prince's face clearly, but soon the prince's white riding face became clearer. Laluka Rain!

The prince Rain, getting closer, then with a single fist raised Dara's slender waist and sat the girl in front of him. Without speaking, still in shock, Dara felt the man's luma*tan on her lips, deepening to the point of making her heart stop beating. Her soul-stirring sweet kiss, the beautiful kiss she had just tasted, she loved it.

"Become awake. Open door!"