Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)

Old Virgin

Frea stepped up, starting her new life, staring at her appearance in the mirror. Only armed with an SMU degree? True, Frea did not intend to return to the campus, only for graduation. Didn't want to look Vincent in the face, so he could move forward. After all, her lover must take responsibility for the innocent fetus.

Smile? A moment back shed tears, then wiped them. Removing a wound, may be difficult, taking months. Maybe years to start putting his heart in order.

Sunlight stings, Frea observes the rest of her savings are not much. Opening a small shop became his choice, as well as undergoing his hobby of practicing judo. Starting the day wants to wash away his old wounds.

But until when will the 22-year-old girl's heart be shut? Vincent, the young man he loved, had carved a big hole in him.

***

12 Years later...

A beautiful girl stood watching the children as well as the adults who were training in the judo training arena. The coach? He is currently working as a coach.

"Repeat the position of your horses." he smiled.

"I.iya," the new student, stunned at the charm of his coach.

Until the time comes to rest, continued with the match practice.

"Frea," Erwin (a man he knew from social media) smiled, offering two bottles of isotonic drinking.

"Thank you..." Frea smiled at him, grabbing his drink.

The profession? Erwin was an honorary teacher with a small salary. Frea now has several shops that started from a small shop. Any luck? That was how Erwin felt at this time, feeling almost managed to approach the beautiful, kind, and royal girl.

For the first time to meet Frea at her place of hobby, usually in a cafe or restaurant, where they promised to meet. Smiling at the girl who looks cool. But what would the assumption be the same after seeing a match training session?

"I'll continue for a little while, after this we'll have lunch?" he smiled like an angel to Erwin.

"Yes, don't be long, the word 'Dilan' misses you is heavy," Erwin smiled at Frea.

"You're funny." said Frea, laughing.

The girl climbed into the arena of battle practice, bowing her respects to her match-training opponent.

Like a female swordsman, with two twisting movements, the larger-bodied opponent was knocked down. Even cringed grimacing.

This girl is a devil, I will die a little wrong.Erwin murmured in fear, not wanting to continue his approach to Frea to the next stage.

His fingers trembled, the black, curly-haired man, putting down the two isotonic drinks he bought. Fear of the girl he had only known for a few months.

"Beautiful is beautiful, but once offended I will die.." she muttered, walking away from the judo practice. Removing the Frea number from the phone.

***

A few dozen minutes passed, Frea came down from the training ground, wiping her sweat off. Sitting on a long bench. His eyes scoured, observing Erwin who had disappeared, "Fuckin' man!!" he said, squeezing an isotonic drink bottle, until it is not shaped with one hand.

Surrender, that was how he was right now, accepting anyone who approached him. Given his age that has stepped on 34 years, although his face looks still in his early 20s. Just started looking for a couple these few years? Maybe because his heart that has not healed properly, only intended to miss Vincent even though it has been hurt too deep, but did not want to return.

Trying to accept anyone? Although his partner agreed, but every time met prospective in-laws. Age is always a reference, considering the increasing age it will be more difficult to have offspring.

Several times he failed, wanting to have a partner, building a small family that enlivened his life.

Today is her mother's birthday. Frea let out a rough sigh, "I have to go home alone again.." he said. Given the scorn of his mother's new family at this time.

***

The party upstairs? No, just a middle-class party. The sound of music is heard from the minimalist home. With invited guests of the middle class and some upper class of course.

Frea was wearing only thin makeup, a cream-colored minidrees wrapped around her body. Without any accessories, just a pair of earrings and a cheap watch. Simple right?

But it is not considered so by the family of his biological mother and stepfather. Just its simplest appearance, most of them even took the time to go to the salon. Ordering clothes at the boutique.

People began to sneer about his arrival.

"Frea's love for marrying her half-sister,"

"Who would want to? Dressing up isn't smart,"

"Wena (stepbrother, bloodless Frea) already wants to have two children, he's not even married,"

"Maybe because of being married, being a spinster,"

There are many more mouth flicks of middle-class mothers who pretentiously rich say. Looking at Frea from afar.

Ondel-ondel. Thick makeup, with painted eyebrows, thick red lipstick on, covering their wrinkled faces. Hair is pruned like a soap opera antagonist.

No matter? That was him, but in his heart was actually anxious, considering his age was only increasing. Not a voter, but his love story always fails, run aground in the middle of the road.

Today, Frea smilingly looked at her mother with her big pregnant step-sister.

"Mother, this is my gift, may you live long" he said. She lives in a city but not so close to her mother.

Rini (mother Frea) sighed harshly, opening a gift from her daughter, a beautiful looking gold necklace,"Why come alone? I'm embarrassed enough, at this age you're not married." he said.

"Wena, already going to give birth to a second child, Fani will soon marry the manager, a subsidiary of JH Corporation. Can't you find a partner? The gardener is fine too!!" his tanyanya and many more puffs from his mother's mouth. The words he listened to carefully, but already known their contents. Braging his two half-sisters with their spouses.

Frea was still trying to smile, but in her heart was irritated... Mother, Wena did marry before me, with a handsome man with a basket eye. Divorced then remarried to the fat director of a small company. She is proud of her home success...

For a moment his attention was distracted, staring at his other half-sister. With an age gap of 8 years from him. Fani, 26, has a high-earning boyfriend, a Singapore branch manager.

Hand in hand, looking graceful, expensive long dresses wrapped around her body. With a young man, wearing a suit, looks fantastic value for the middle class.

Grabbing a syrupy drink, fruit flavored with a variety of colors, from a tray carried by a servant dressed in kebaya. The wrong waitress costume, right? When the invitees wear dresses.

"Sir Frea!!" he said he walked quickly to welcome a half-sister who had no blood relation to him at all.

"Fani, you're getting pretty. How about a diamond business that you said you'd start?" asked Frea, insulting before insulting.

Fani fell silent awkwardly, then smiled, "This is my girlfriend Yahya, the manager of a large subsidiary company. You ever heard of JH Corporation?" tanyanya.

"No.." answered Frea, annoyed to know the only way the sister to insult him.

"Sister doesn't know? So get along and find a girlfriend among business people," he said smiling insultingly, "Let's go, baby.." he continued.

"He who?" Yahya followed his lover while walking away.

"My half-brother, it looks young, he's 34. Maybe it's bad luck, being a spinster. Rude women who can beat up some big men." replied Fani, in a slightly loud voice. So that Frea could hear it.

"Damn it.." said Frea furiously, trying to keep smiling.

A few tens of minutes passed, a three-story, large-sized cake started to come out. Rini (mother Frea) smiled, blowing out the candles that lined up there. With the applause of the guests.

Frea again sighed harshly, looking at her mother's smile, feeding her stepfather with a piece of cake. Smiling happily together on a beautifully decorated little stage with two daughters from his stepfather, as well as their son-in-law and future daughter-in-law.

A happy family, right? Although Frea did not come up, just smiled from below, along with other invited guests. Praying for health and longevity for his mother.

***

The apartment is not so big, its own. Looking neatly arranged, a letter lay in front of the apartment door.

A wedding invitation letter, Frea gave a rough sigh. Staring at the name of one of his former lovers who only had a 4-month relationship with him.

A happy ending? No, everything ran aground, the man wanted himself to be willing to sleep with her before the wedding. Frea refused it.

Until finally the man, fucked Frea's own best friend. Cantika, a widow who rents an apartment next door. It's like Vincent, isn't it? But the difference is that Frea does not cry because of the man who only had a relationship with her for 4 months.

The girl cried, staring at the betrayal of her best friend and neighbor. The man she helped separated from her abusive husband.

"It's okay, not everyone can be honest and know thank you, right?" he said patting his claustrophobic chest. Glanced at the apartment next to her, the apartment she had rented to help the woman who had once captured her lover.

Frea let out a rough sigh, starting to open the door of her apartment. The living room is empty, has no friends, family, or lovers. Lonely life, back, only the sound of AC machines and refrigerators in the spacious room.

Her tears flowed, but her hands tightened still hoping... "I want to have a small family" he murmured, staring at the ceiling of the room, breaking down his tired body.

"Why is God so cruel to me? I'm not picky, just want someone who can accompany me to the end of my life." he said, but no one answered, only a quiet room with the sound of a cooling device answering.

***

Meanwhile in a passageway, a young man dressed as the captain of the ship, took off his hat. Sighing his breath with his clothes and white face, covered in fresh blood.

"He's still critical?" ask the nurse.

The nurse nodded, confirming.

"Where are you going?" an old man stopped his steps.

"For many years I lived only to help her, now she is unconscious. It's time, living for myself, to meet the true love I've been looking for for years." she replied, opening her E-mail, using a tablet, getting information from her hire. Profile of a girl named Frea.

"A cocky boy!! There would be no woman willing to approach the man in bloodstained clothes.." the grandfather let out a rough sigh.

"Right as well." the handsome young man smiled wryly.

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