Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)

Senior Scandal Artist

🍀🍀🍀🍀Sorry I snacked carelessly (unhealthy food) so vomit and pacing to the bathroom (Diare). The important lesson, even if you eat healthy fruit, do not be too complacent. Durian + Kepundung (local fruit) + Instant Noodles \= Game Over🤒🤒🤒🤮🤮🤧🤧🤧🍀🍀🍀🍀

Just continue🍀🍀🍀🍀 Happy Reading 🍀🍀🍀🍀

Beautiful isn't? It was like a dream to him. His body was raised in public in the style of bridal style, like a newlywed, getting applause and cheers from club visitors' night. Lowered in the car, only limp tendered on the body of the young man beside him.

Her eyes began to open again, a beautiful dress suddenly attached to her body, can be sure even more expensive than the dress previously worn Cantika. The clothes affected by the vomit are somewhere. His face looked even more beautiful.

"I look beautiful." she laughed half-consciously in front of the mirror, side by side with some makeup artist. A map was proffered at him, the drunken woman still laughed, then signed without reading.

The night was quite quiet, music rang out, with a staggering step on a red carpet. An unknown old man, helped him walk to the altar. The hands of the handsome young man stretched out to help him up, behind the thin cloth covering his face.

The vow that the priest said something that became his dream will happen. Who used to only be able to look at one by one his best friend's wedding. Following her beautiful dream, saying 'willing'. The young man in front of him? Of course, he said the same thing while smiling at her.

The thin cloth that covered his face, exposed the young man's hand. Touching the back of his neck, kissing him in public. His eyes closed again. A really beautiful dream.

***

Sunlight dazzled Frea's eyes, whose body was now wrapped only in piayama. Slowly the girl's eyes opened, gnawing, without realizing it, the ring finger of her hand had been decorated with a diamond ring holding her head slightly aching, as a result of the first time consuming alcohol.

However, a smile was on her face remembering her beautiful dream last night."I dreamed of marriage." she said smilingly ruffling her hair, while laughing.

Until, a young man entered the room, carrying a tray with seductive scented food. The young man in his dream, someone who stretched out his hand, helped him up to the altar, "Honey, eat his breakfast." he said, smiling brightly, a smile that could tempt the eyes of any girl who saw him.

"Ka... Who are you?" Frea stammered, still unable to accept the thing that happened. Someone out of the dream? Is he still dreaming?

"Your husband." she answered, stroking Frea's hair.

"Huh?" not believing or understanding that was what was on his mind, pinching his hand as well, this dream was not over either. The young man still smiled kindly at her, behind her petty brain.

"Don't joke I can sue you for.." Frea's words came to a halt, the young man threw a document before him.

"Marriage certificate, new family card, everything is taken care of. You have signed it" explained the young man, touching the girl's chin in front of him.

"It's fake, right? My name is still on my mother's family card, as well as civil records, it's impossible to open..." Frea reveals another reason. In a messed up state? Of course, getting married to an unknown person, someone who is not even known by name and background. This is a crazy mistake he made.

"I've contacted your mother, she's happy to send the midnight driver to bring the family card, removing your name from her family card list. He said he didn't care about marrying anyone, the gardener was fine either." he smiled without sin.

Frea's face was deathly pale, hearing the words 'gardener' words that her mother had previously spoken. Not hearing the words of the young man who kept blabbering furiously explained.

"Catatan sipil, mereka bangun tengah malam khusus untukku. Seharusnya mereka merasa beruntung karena menjadi tamu undangan satu-satunya pada hari pernikahan kita. Setelah ini kita akan bulan madu kemana? Kamu ingin punya berapa anak? Bagaimana jika 20, 10 laki-laki, 10 perempuan..." kata-kata yang tidak dengarkan Frea. Gadis itu masih tertegun saat ini, dengan tangan gemetar.

Slowly the file opens, information about the young man she says has married her is visible, "Tomy? 28 years?" tanyanya looked at the young man before her.

The young man nodded, smiling. Grasping Frea's fingers tightly, like not wanting to let go.

"Wait..." Frea pulled her hand around her forehead."Me, not a rich man you were wrong looking for a target!! If you're gonna find aunts to be life's backrest,"

"My name is Tomy, ever open a business magazine? You don't feel familiar?" asked the young man, clenching his forehead.

Frea shook her head, a sign of not knowing who was in front of her. "A..were we doing it last night?" tanyanya looks worried.

Did what? After marriage, you are unconscious. I want to touch you, the first woman I want to touch.

"Yes, you're so wild. Want a few more times, make me overwhelmed. Even ask to change various positions." Dustanya, biting the bottom of her own lips, smiling seductively.

"Damn!! I married a gigolo and don't even remember my first night!!" the mess, ruffling her hair in frustration.

A gigolo? Perfect performance from top to bottom, met at the club'night. Looks good at flirting, wants a woman who is already aged like her. What else is the profession if not a gigolo? That's the crazy thinking of a Frea.

"I'm not..." Tomy rounded her eyes to explain.

"Shut up!! I'm not so rich, if I want to tie me up as a life support, to be honest, I only have a small apartment, as well as a few shops. So don't expect a fancy life, once we get married!!" he stuck himself in the blanket.

"I'm not a paid man, I am." his words came to a halt, the sound of knocking on the door of the hotel room he rented. Tomy started to get up walking a few steps, opening the door.

"Darling, I finally found you.." Either by chance or not a woman who was 18 years older than him hugged her, crying full of joy.

Frea peeked slightly from under his blanket, the young man smiling gently in return for the woman's embrace, patting her on the back as if rebuking the crying woman sobbing.

"We're talking somewhere else, right?" tomy said, slightly glancing towards Frea, sighing harshly, as if waiting for the right moment to explain. He left the room with a woman who looked much older than him.

Frea opened her blanket staring cynically, "Not a gigolo what? Early in the morning have met a date with aunty..."

"Damn!! Getting married to a gardener is okay too!! But why even marry a gigolo!!" said Frea annoyed, kicking his blanket, while ruffling his hair in frustration. Faithful man? Maybe that was just his type of being unselective, because his experience was betrayed several times.

A moment later he was stunned considering the face of the woman who met the young man, "Merlin? A senior artist rich because of her late husband's legacy? After ten years of her husband's death, it turns out that she loves flocking to rent. The world of celebrities is messed up," he muttered, not expecting, artists with good images turned out to have a scandal.

***

Elsewhere, exactly a hotel restaurant, two cups of coffee served as well as some pastries they ordered.

"You're an adult, sorry to treat you so badly." he said bowed to the beautiful face of the son he once abandoned.

"It's okay, the important thing is that you stay healthy and happy. Keep smiling, like in a magazine, okay?" a celebrity's extramarital child? That's Tomy's figure. The child before his mother pursued a career, when the woman was still a woman of the night, who often molested her son.

Forgive me? This woman raised and gave birth to him. The only place that used to be a shelter. Before finally the mother also abandoned him, when he was 11 years old.

The woman, just smiling sincerely, opened her sunglasses slightly, wiping away her tears that were about to drip. Regret having abandoned her son, even had time to keep it a secret from the media and her late husband."I'll announce you as my son." Merlin's words stopped.

"No need, I don't like being the subject of gossip and being chased by journalists like my mother. It's not fashionable." he said pointing to the hat and sunglasses and mask his mother used when entering the restaurant area.

"Do you look ugly?" Merlin clenched his forehead, "Not ugly.." he continued taking out a small glass from his bag, confirming his own appearance.

"Your son is this handsome, where his mother may be ugly," Tomy smiled gently, as she began to drink coffee in front of him.

"Who is the woman in the hotel room? You're not happy snacking haphazardly aren't you (hiring a lady by night)?" asked Merlin looking suspiciously. Along with Tomy spitting his coffee coughed.

"Mother!! I'm not a typical person who's like dried tea leaves, happy to dabble. That woman was my wife, we were just getting married," a smile rang on her lips, staring at the coffee that was in her cup. Blushed shy? strange isn't it, the 28-year-old blushed in embarrassment?

"You like him a lot?" Merlin clenched his forehead, smiling.

Tomy nodded, "Mother remember when I was kicked out of the house after being beaten by an unknown uncle, whom I brought? He's the one who feeds me and feeds me," he said, sighing harshly, "Because of that, I can only love him..."

A stuttering child that no one appreciates? That's Tomy's identity, 17 years ago. Smiling stared at the sunlight that pierced through the restaurant window.

Small act? Just water and a pack of leftovers. And treat the child just like that. But that was enough to save his life.

"Sorry..." Merlin bowed, remembering his despicable deeds. Selling himself, often bringing striped men home to their homes.

"By the way, how old is he?" Merlin smiled looking at his son.

"34 years." she answered honestly.

"Ti..three pu...ten-four?" said Merlin stammered, confirming his hearing.

Seriate

......If asked, how do I love you? I will answer, like an unkempt fruit plant in the arid soil. Perhaps watering it with a handful of water that is meaningless to you, makes the little fruit plant survive......

...... Just a little thing, something that makes a little plant like me struggle to survive, longing for your smile in this cruel world. Struggling to survive, so that one day you can make you happy, live old together, enjoy everything I have today......

Tomy...