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Faizah continued to frown since earlier because Juna married her only in front of a large family and also close friends only. As a girl in general, Faizah wanted a lavish wedding. It is not a simple marriage that is just like today. Even his request to get married in Paris was not Juna gubris.

Cih, you stingy husband. Just watch out, don't expect me to serve you tonight. Hiks... is he embarrassed that he has a wife like me?

"Fai, kiss her husband's hand." Whisper The Mammy because Faizah is daydreaming. Suddenly he was surprised and immediately glanced at Juna who was sitting next to him.

Juna cleared his throat as he extended his hand. Faizah also kissed the back of Juna's hand lazily. The two then exchanged rings.

He didn't even ask me what I wanted to model a ring. This must be a cheap ring, his eyes a little gini. Ck, suck.

After all the business is done. Faizah and Juna went to the room.

"This afternoon you come home with me." Juna opened the conversation.

"Hm." Sahut Faizah lazy who then passed to the dressing room. Juna who saw that could only shake slowly, he opened the suit and kissed. After that he lay down because he was very tired. Not without reason Juna just held a contract at Faizah's house instead of holding a big event like before. Juna has decided to hold a party if their wedding is going well. She fears her marriage won't last as long as before because Clarie decides to leave.

In the locker room, Faizah was crying. He was too hurt because Juna did not want this marriage. Yes, Faizah knew Juna was forced to marry her because of the child in her stomach. But blame if Faizah expects more? She is also a woman who wants a perfect marriage.

"If you know this, I don't want to get married. I know I'm ugly, I don't have anything, a small body, if I've eaten a potato again. Hiks. but I'm a girl too. Need some love." Angrily Faizah put her clothes in the suitcase. He only put some in because his clothes were more in the apartment.

"Akh...." Faizah moaned as her stomach suddenly hurt. "You sad too, baby? I'm sorry, Mama thought your Papa could be romantic. It turned out to be very stiff, fortunately he was handsome."

"Dad." Call Juna from outside. Sontak Faizah was shocked, especially hearing her husband's affectionate call. Faizah quickly wiped her tears and closed the suitcase.

"My name, Faizah. Not a diploma, nmeselin ya." His omelnya while going out.

"Where's the towel? I want to take a shower." Ask Juna with a face without sin.

Faizah snorted and returned to the dressing room to take a hand, after which she returned and gave the towel to her husband. "Stop calling me diploma, my name is Faizah."

Juna stared at Faizah briefly, then went to the bathroom without caring about his wife's protection.

"Hiihhh. You perverted old man." Faizah stomped his feet, then sat on the bed. Then he breathed heavily.

"Duh...kok suddenly want to eat a lot of food, huh?" He murmured while imagining a rujak with the level of a demon. "Ngidam kali huh? Ck, where's it in the mouth again."

Suddenly Faizah's crazy idea came up. "We're working on your Papa, yuk. Who told me to be so stiff as a guy."

Faizah got up from his seat and stepped definitely towards the bathroom. Then knock on the door slowly. "Sir Husband, is it still a long time?"

Not long after the door opened, revealing Juna with still frothy hair. "What's wrong?"

Faizah smiled clumsyly. "The young mango poet."

Juna surprised. "Don't be weird."

Faizah put on a sad face. "It's okay, I know you don't want this kid. I'll find it myself."

Juna growled in annoyance. "Ck, okay. Wait I'm done taking a shower."

Faizah's face immediately sparkled. "So you want to grant it?"

With a forced nod Juna.

"Aaa.thank you Husband. Since you are so good, I will help you dry your hair. Quickly finish your bath." Faizah pulled the door and closed it. Of course Juna was flabbergasted by her husband's actions.

"Oh my God, was my decision to marry her right? If it wasn't for that kid, I wouldn't have married that girl. Just make me dizzy." Mumbled. After that, he continued taking a shower.

Faizah continued to hum while cleaning her face of make up. He was too happy because Juna obeyed his made-up desire. "His pleasure in heart, having a widower husband." He laughed at himself with his singing.

Not long from that Juna also came out of the bathroom just with a towel wrapped around his waist. Faizah swallowed the saliva as he looked at the apparition from behind the mirror. Those burly muscles look so sexy in her eyes.

Geez, why do I suddenly want to hold her checkered stomach? Duh.. don't macem-macem dong Baby. Mama where dare to ask for a hold. Papa you are stingy.

"Ekhem." Faizah cleared a small throat and distanced his silly thoughts. But the feeling of wanting it gets bigger.

"Fast dry my hair" said Juna.

Faizah looked nervous, he got up from there and went to pick up a small broom. While Juna was waiting for him on the bed. It didn't take long for Faizah to return. She crawled up onto the bed and took a position behind Juna and began to dry her husband.

"You want to go to college?" ask Juna.

"Not knowing." Faizah answered. Since the beginning, he had no intention of continuing his studies. "Lazy if you have to repeat it again."

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. "I can help you take care of it."

"No need, I don't think sitting at home is a problem either. Unless you mind having an unemployed wife? If so, I'll find a job. It might be waitress or...."

"You better sit at home." Juna Struggles.

Faizah smiled happily. "Oh yeah, don't we need a honeymoon?"

Juna was silent for a moment. "I don't think it's necessary. Tomorrow I have to get out of town."

"Ck, just got married is out of town." Faizah muttered looking annoyed.

"No need to grumble. We got married in an accident. If you're not pregnant how could I marry a girl like you. You're just burdening me."

Faizah's heart throbbed pain hearing him. He also stopped his work. "I never asked you to marry me. Why are you talking like I asked, huh? Sucks. My heart hurts to know? Yeah, I know I'm wrong here for stealing your seeds. But there's no need to call me this is weighing on you."

"I can raise this child on my own, if you're not sincerely married to me and feel burdened, we'd better be apart." Faizah got out of bed. Then throw the towel towards Juna. "You go home, I'll go back to the apartment."

"Don't childish." Firm Juna.

"I'm still a kid, you're a bitch." Ketus Faizah who immediately moved from the room. The girl continued to grumble as she left the house. "Well did he talk, did he think I was happy to get married like this? Try getting married in Paris. Maybe I won't be this bad."

Faizah continued to step out of the house with a pouting face. Then, his steps were restrained when he saw the streetcarrier passing in front of his house. Instantly the face immediately shone. "Aaa.. ulam beloved shoots also arrived."

"Rujak!" He shouted and immediately ran outside the gate.

"Rujak, Neng?"

"Yes, Mang. A portion?"

"Ready, Non. No pedes?"

"Medes, Mang. It's hot again."

"Wokeh, sit tight." The carpenter gave Faizah a chair.

Faizah immediately sat down and waited for his order in the process. "False, Mang. Don't you take long? I can't stand that."

"Well, huh, Neng?"

"Yes, hehe. There's no young mango?"

"So, do you want a lot?"

"Can."

"Wok."

Faizah also smiled happily and so patiently waited while watching the Mamang who was so deftly chopping fruit. Instantly Faizah's saliva melted.

"Remain here?" Ask Juna who suddenly appeared.

"Again kang rujak." Ketus Faizah's. "Udah know again buy rujak use nanya again."

The man who heard that smiled. "Can't do it with Neng and her husband. Sins of loh."

"He's an ungodly wife, Mas." Juna Sahut. Sontak Faizah glares.

"Don't you feel like a good husband?"

Juna did not respond to him.

"The Masnya do not want a rujak message too?" Ask the Mama. Juna nodded too.

"He's a roadside food rep, Mang. It's pizza, kfc, where it knows ginian food." Cibir Faizah still has not lost his sense of regret. The mamang laughed when he heard it.

"This, Neng is done. Fifteen thousand."

Faizah accepted it. "He paid, Mang. Thanks." Thanks." Then he rushed in. Leaving Juna who was still mamatung in his place.

"Mas." Call the Mamang. Juna was surprised.

"A little while" he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Then withdraw fifty thousand and give it to the Mamang. "Take everything."

"Hatur nohun, Mas. May his wife not snatch anymore."

Juna smiled faintly and went back inside.

In the room, Faizah looks cool to enjoy the fresh ramjak while watching television. Juna sat next to him, and occasionally glanced at his wife who kept chewing.

Faizah. "What wiry? Wanna?"

Juna shakes.

"Thank God, so the rations don't decrease. Don't forget, you haven't made a promise to make young mango cariin."

Juna's eyebrows shot up. "That's it."

"Different, this is the result of hard work Mamang rujak."

Juna took a long breath. "Later to buy in the mall."

"I'm not sure if in the mall, look directly at the trunk." The Faizah Chirps without shame.

"Don't tell me."

"Yes, don't have to. Don't make it too, most of your children will reeleran later." Faizah with ease.

Juna snorted. Both were silent for a long time.

"I don't want a divorce."

Tbc....