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The Old Man Full of Charm

Faizah was really happy because today Juna will bring her the fitting of the wedding dress. Actually Juna offers to choose a famous French designer. But Faizah rejected it because it was too much. Just having a party there was more than enough for her.

"Mas, pull the zipper dong." Her love turned her back on her husband, then pulled her hair forward. Juna who saw Faizah's smooth back swallowed his saliva. Weeks of not touching it, making the heart pounding.

"You want to tempt me?" The accusation.

"Cock-of-a-bitch, huh, Mas? I just wanted to help doang. You're a freak." Faizah Sahut.

Juna pulled the zipper slowly because it was a bit difficult. "Are you fat?"

"Uhhhh. wait, Mas. It looks like his clothes are too small. My chest hurts a lot" Faizah said.

"Not the clothes are small, you are fat. Put on another shirt." Juna hugged Faizah from behind while rubbing his wife's stomach.

"Ck, how am I gonna change her clothes, Mas? You keep sticking gini." Faizah Protest.

"A little while." He pecked Faizah's plain shoulder gently.

"Mas, you want to?" Faizah asked as Juna's hand continued to move in any direction.

"No." Elak Juna's.

Faizah turned around, then looked up to face her husband. "I'm sorry, Mas. I can't love you yet. Do you know what the doctor said? I feel guilty knowing."

"No problem, it's out of control. I can still hold it." Sahut Juna rubbed Faizah's cheek.

Faizah wrapped his hands around Juna's waist. The face of Juna was so deep. "Aren't you pretty, Mom?"

Juna raised next to his eyebrows. "You sure? I'm old."

"Yes, the old man is full of charm." Faizah laughed a little.

"Don't get sucked up." Juna's annoyance made Faizah laugh.

"Kok ledek anyway, Mas? I sincerely give you compliments. If you are full of charm, this is proof of your charm already present." Faizah brought Juna's hand to her stomach. "About a baby girl or a boy, huh, Mom? I want him a guy. So that she'll be the protector of her sisters."

Juna looked at his wife's beautiful face so deeply. "I don't care if they're men or women. Clearly, he can't follow your nature."

Faizah poked his lips. "I'm his mother, it's natural to be the same as me."

"No, I won't let him follow in your footsteps."

"Hey, Sir. What are you holy about? You even have two kids out of wedlock." Faizah Cibir.

"It wouldn't have happened if women like you weren't in this world. How dare you trap a man."

Faizah laughed a little. "If it wasn't like that, I wouldn't be your wife right now."

"Hm. Stop babbling. Quickly change your clothes."

"Ck, yeah. I'll change first." Faizah withdrew from her husband. Then it went to the dressing room.

The next minute, they immediately went to the famous boutique in the Capital City.

"Mas, this is great." Faizah touched the salem pink wedding dress on display in the mannequin.

"No, the top is too open."

"Gak papa dong, Mas. We have an event in Paris. I'll be sexy if I wear this one anyway. Fits right?"

"It doesn't fit."

"Hish."

"I've been following your wishes, but I'm still stingy? The wife is not grateful." Ketus Juna's.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. You always piss me off." Faizah looked back at the other dress.

"Sorry, Mr. Madam. Come on in, we've got everything ready." Said one of the staff there.

"Hm." Juna grabbed his wife's hand, then pulled her into a special room.

"Mas, there's no romance at all. Cook his wife dragged?" Faizah Protest.

Juna did not reply and instead looked at the staff while nodding. The staff also opened the cover of the wedding dress that Juna had ordered in advance. "Please try, Madam."

Faizah's mouth opened wide as she looked at the super luxurious wedding dress before her. And the dress was more closed than the others.

"Likes?" Ask Juna. Spontaneous Faizah nodded. "It's a pleasure, Mom."

Faizah approached the dress, then touched it carefully.

"Come, Madam. I'll help you try it." Bring the staff.

"No need, leave us both." Pinta Juna's. The woman nodded obediently and immediately left the room. Juna locked the door. Then approached his wife. Drawn the Faizah zipper carefully. Faizah who received the treatment could only remain silent. Letting Juna serve him.

After taking off the wife's clothes, Juna took the dress from the mannequin. Then put it on the wife carefully.

"You can fit really, Mom? You know where I'm size?" Faizah asked staring at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was really fitting for her tiny body.

"That's a simple matter, your body size is the market." Juna replied that succeeded in upsetting Faizah.

"Ck, ngeselin."

Juna smiled a little. The reflection of his wife in the mirror. "Pretty."

The previously upset Faizah smiled. "False, Mas. I am very sad. Must be expensive, right? Good as a gini."

"Hm." Juna continued to look at his wife without blinking. Making Faizah wrong.

"Mas, don't you want to try the suit?"

"Not, it's fitting." Answer Juna.

"Well, when did he try?"

"Just nebak."

"Ck, if the new small knows the taste."

Juna straightened his wife's long hair. "Let's just let it be raked, pretty like gini."

Faizah nodded. "Oh yes, Mas. You invited his son Mr. Michaelson right?"

Juna was silent. "My number is blocked. So can't connect to him."

"Well, how can you? Surely you still tempt him huh? Naturally, gatel the hell is your." Kesal Faizah's.

"I don't think I should invite them."

"What then? Still have feelings for him?" Search Faizah.

"Let's learn, Mas. I'm not your wife, is it wrong? Tell me you still love her, right? She is beautiful as a model, Mama is the same Papa is of Caucasian descent, different from me who is indo native. I'm a dirty meter tall."

Juna smiled at his wife's chatter.

"Mas, did this eat meatballs yuk? I really want to."

"I don't like meatballs, unhealthy food." said Juna.

"Dih... who said? It's the healthiest food you know, can have a headache. Food of a million people. Duh.so drooling. What else hot-hot gini eat pedes continue to use vinegar, geez.. have already been kayang how soon."

"There are you, I've overshadowed everything."

"Hehe.. abis really wants to."

"Yes, later we stop by the restaurant that is ready to eat meatballs."

"Ih, where's good. It's good to eat in an ordinary shop, Mas. It feels better."

"As far as you are."

Both of them were silent for a moment.

"Oh yes, Mas. It's a real ring, right?" Faizah's question showed me his wedding ring.

"What, really, is it?"

"No papa at all."

"Do you like the model?"

"Little."

"I guess you like it, because it's the most expensive ring in the store right then. If you don't like it, we'll find a new one."

Shucks! So this is an expensive ring? I swear by what? Thankfully I did not throw it away. So even though his eyes are small, the jewel really dong? Duh..so feel guilty for thinking Mas Juna stingy.

"I don't think it's necessary, Mom. It's enough, it's also on my finger."

"If you don't like to be forced, we can sell the one that keeps looking for new ones. Or maybe you'll keep it too."

"No need, Mas. It's aja. This part is very valuable, you are the one who immediately use it when we meet. But if you want to buy me another ring no papa, hehe."

"Yes, we'll buy."

Faizah smiled happily. "Mas."

"Hm?" Juna looked at his wife.

"I'm sorry, huh?"

"What?"

"I thought bad about you."

"What do you think, huh?"

"That's. I think you're stingy. Thank you for this simple ring just like me. I didn't know it was expensive. Sorry, Mom."

Juna was silent for a moment. "No problem."

"Aren't you angry?"

"What am I angry about? Everyone is free to think, right?"

"Mas, you don't love me yet?"

"Not yet."

"Did you love Queen?" Faizah stroked Juna's hand which was still coiled in her stomach.

"Of course."

Faizah looked at Juna fixedly from the mirror. "What the hell do you like about him? Maybe I can change a little bit for the better. Well, I can't possibly be the same as him. But at least I can change how you feel, Mom. Make you fall in love with me."

Juna looked back at his wife. "Don't ever change, it's still the diploma I know. That's enough."

Faizah smiling. "You sure? I'm an installment, stubborn, likes to volunteer, and I'm also wayward. Aye right?"

"If you don't know where we might marry, diploma."

Faizah laughed a little. "Photo yuk, Mas. I guess we never took a photo of both. Here's your hp."

Juna obediently gave his cell phone to his wife. With a deft little fingers Faizah opened her husband's cellphone password.

"I wonder if you know the password?"

"Please check if you open the phone again." Faizah answered honestly. "Also curious about the contents of your phone, Mas. I think you're a lot of simple numbers hp pretty girls. I don't know any clients. The girls can count, that's all I know."

"Hm." Juna rested his chin on the wife's shoulder. He looks focused on looking at the face of Faizah who is seriously staring at the screen of his phone.

"Yep, smile, Mom?" Faizah began to point the camera at the mirror. Then he smiled and took one shot.

Faizah chuckled as she watched Juna hide her face. "Mas, how come you're bumping anyway?"

"I don't like photos."

"Yes, papa is not good. I posted ya in your ig?"

"Whatever."

Faizah also eagerly upload the photo in the stroy and feed Juna's instagram account. Juna could only see his wife typing something. 'My Love', yes that's the caption that Faizah wears, don't even forget to mark her.

"Udah, surely your secret admirer will be excited." Guess Faizah. Sure enough, not one minute he posted the photo Juna instagram has been flooded with direct messages and comments.

"Ih. don't think your followers are all girls. You old keladi." Faizah was upset when he saw the incoming messages almost everything from women. Not long ago comments came from accounts named mikelouis and danielsandoro.

@mikelouis Jir. Your wife, Jun. Pantes never uploaded. Young leaves apparently. Know dong.

@danielsandoro Mantap, so dong occasionally post. Show the world you already have a wife. Heartbroken to your fans.

Seeing that, Juna immediately grabbed it. "Don't respond. They're both crazy."

"Crazy people?"

"Yes, crazy man."

"If they're crazy, what are you?" Ledek Faizah's. Juna clucked in annoyance. Spontaneous Faizah laughed with satisfaction.