FAKE LOVE (ME, MY HUSBAND, AND HIS GUNPLA)

Episode 3

Is happiness created

On the lies that are painted

Sharp mouth-mouth sump

Which skin the body, so that the bones no longer whiten

An answer that Arlin never thought would drag him into a completely different round of life than his shadow. Even his best friend was against him fiercely.

”Lo is sane, anyway?” Rietma almost screamed in the middle of a cafe on Saturday, three weeks ago. One day after Delan sent Arlin a message.

Just like the other weeks, they both used to hangout in different places. Spending less than a hundred thousand on having fun. Removing the load after tired days struggling with a pile of work and deadlines.

Arlin simply replied with an awkward smile. Rietma downed her orange ice quickly. Trying hard to calm himself. The story that had just been heard from the mouth of his best friend, seemed so impossible. It looks like a story in fictional novels about arranged marriages. Unbelievable.

“Gue summarizes, yes. So you are registered with the same online dating agency Nyokap. There continues to be PDKT, and finally you agree to merit with the note, you are just ’preture’ merit? And worse, you want to be directly applied to him?”

Again Arlin was only able to nod.

“Isssssh .. I want to throw puyonghai saos to your head let adem!”

“It's hot.” Arlin tries to correct Rietma's innuendo.

“Arghhh...!” Rietma scratched his head in a ruffled manner. “That's no need to protest! You want me to flush with whatever, yes it's up to aja.” Rietma shook her hands. “Where are you going, anyway?!”

Arlin did not answer.

“Gue talking the same wall. Yes, God!”

“Exit, lo ngaco. If my brain moved from its place, I would have died. I'm gonna answer what, dong?”

Rietma took a deep breath. It had been five years that the tomboy girl was friendly with Arlin. The woman actually knew that Arlin was not the type to be easily insinuated. To be precise, his brain was indeed too straight to accept all sorts of satire and sarcasm. However, Rietma was never deterred.

“OK, you really want to mate with him?”

Arlin shakes. “Gue only wants to marry, not marry.” At that time Rietma wanted to throw her head at the table.

“OK, me-ni-kah,” later error.

“If you're all happy, right? I am not an old virgin. Uh, I'm a virgin, deng.” Arlin was correcting his own words.

Rietma wants to strangle her best friend's neck right away. Removing it from that crazy thought.

“Lo kayak buy a cat in a sack! What if you were raped?”’

Arlin shuddered. “Not. Kan, I promise.”

“Lo believe?”

Arlin was silent.

“Lo is beautiful, pinter cook, plump too! Envy me!” Rietma looked at her chest and Arlin took turns.

“Aaan, anyway?!” Arlin laughed heartily. His eyes looked around, worried that someone would hear his friend's absurd words. Thankfully, the cafe was not too crowded.

Yes ... fourteen girlfriends is not a small amount. Not all men who profess love are accepted as lovers.

Rietma shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “Tauk statement! Girls must have got boobs as big as you! Cup D crazy! The rare! Guys must be chasing it all. Cute face, syntax body!” Rietma.

Arlin. “Gue is blacklisted if found out there is a guy chasing me because of this.” His eyes narrowed a little. “Lagian lo know I never want to be held if the ball is merit. I want to be loved sincerely. On my cooking skills especially. That's what I'm most proud of.”

A moment of shrinking smoke broke the silence between the two. Rietma was at a loss for words. He was only able to see Arlin who was now looking down at the food he ordered.

“Gue tired, Say. You know, how I'm always told to merit? I work at home. But every time we go out to the stall, there are neighbors who want to. There are also banding. Nyokap who used to relax with all my life decisions, can be like this.” Arlin stirred up i fu noodles that were still puffing smoke.

Rietma took out debas. “Terus, how do you want?” “Gue wants to see first what really Delan will come to the house. Don't-don't just bluff on the internet.” Arlin shrugged his shoulders. “Lagian, nowadays, cool pretentious crowds with keyboard capital doang.”

Rietma nodded in agreement. Arlin's words made sense. Why bother the uncertain? After all, everything was still floating without any clarity.

“Eh yes, Nyokap you already know?”

“Not yet. I dare not say. Poor it PHP.” “Hoo .. okay. Bener too, anyway. Ntar do not-don't nyokap lo nyediain welcome akbar.”

Arlin laughing. “Iya also.” He reached into his bag.

“Lin, the promise is that if we hangout, the tablet should not be used!” Rietma grumbled when she saw Arlin take the tablet out of his bag.

Arlin ignored him and was busy squeezing his tablet again.

“Woy!” Rietma got up and was about to grab the tablet that Arlin was holding.

“Hah?”

“I want to call Seven soon! Fast, yaaaaa!”

“ARLIIIN ... DON'T PLAY MYSTIC MESSENGER IN FRONT OF GUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

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Arlin regained his senses from his daydream. The hustle and bustle that surrounds the girl does not make her cheerful at all. His gaze was fixed on the two stacking tarts he made. Nendoroid cake Saber Wedding Dress at the top. A small 10 cm tall doll with very cute wide eyes. Since Delan's favorite character Nendoroid Quattro didn't exist, the man only bought Saber's nendoroid.

Saber stood alone on the cake. It was as if he understood Arlin's current feelings. He was alone, though surrounded by many people. Almost no one understood Arlin's concern. He is bound to the feeling that always oscillates erratically.

Nendoroid Saber reminded him of someone. Nendoroid enthusiast who once filled his days in cyberspace. Arlin had poured his grief in his personal blog some time ago. Things that Arlin thinks are more fun than just updating status on social media. His mind floated back.

The soul mate is totally unpredictable. I never thought that I would be proposed to by the person I just met on one of the online dating agency sites. We're getting married the second week of next month. There was some hesitation, but I could no longer retreat. Everything is set. I promised to marry her too. After all, he seems to be a good man.

When I read stories about marriage, I used to laugh. It feels silly that we can marry someone without love. But now I have to swallow my words back.

I'm going to marry a man who's arguably completely foreign to me. It comes quickly and I hope it won't go as fast. I'll make a special cake for a family meal during the wedding. Proof of my seriousness for finally agreeing to the proposal.

Arlin ended his blog post by asking prayers from readers so that he can realize the marriage of SAMARA.

Arlin turned off the computer and threw his body into the bed. Tiredness that shackles him from morning, anxiety that continues to gnaw, annoyance with requests that actually make it worse and more fragile. Suddenly he felt a warm stream down his cheeks and fell onto a pillow.

There was horror ambushing him. Terrible fear of the invisible in front of him. The feeling of saying this won't be as smooth as it seems. However, his brain refuted and said everything would be fine.

Why should there be a contradiction between his mind and his heart?

Is something bad going to happen up there?

Is there anything Delan and his family have hidden? What is Delan light hand type? A temperamental rude man?

Ah, Arlin doesn't think so. When it came to applying, Delan prayed on time. The prayer reading is also good. Arlin tried to convince himself that it was impossible for people who practice prayer in earnest to have bad habits. Especially to hit a woman.

Stretch his body strong. Arlin's tired. Physically, his heart.

His daydreams were piqued by the tinkling of a notice of a new email from his phone.

You got one comment in moderation

“There are comments that need to be moderated? Kok, tumben no new reader.” Arlin looked in wonder.

Author: Shiyan (IP: 137.135.166.225.netherland)

Mail: shiyan@gmail.com

URL :

Comment :

First of all I congratulate you. May you both be a Samaritan family. Just one I regret. If I had known that you would accept a familiar person's proposal from the internet, I would have done the same thing as your future husband.

I want to come and propose to you.

You're the only woman who can understand my hobbies as a blogger and nendo photographer. Never once laughed at me as a man who loved nendoroid toys. In fact, you always praise my photos.

I deliberately use IP proxy so that my comments do not go directly in and need to be moderated. Just delete this comment because I don't want your future husband to read it. Consider this my farewell.

Thanks for everything.

But can I keep commenting on your blog as usual? Because I don't want our friendship to end just because you got married.

Arlin freezes. The tip of his fingers trembled violently. He never thought his world friend would express love. Arlin would never insult Shiyan's hobby, because he knew how sick he was being ridiculed for his unique penchant. It was precisely because of that that Shiyan liked him. Likes people who don't laugh at their unique preferences.

For as long as Arlin remembered, the nendoroid photos Shiyan shot were exquisite. It was as if the puppets were moving in his picture. So alive. Arlin always praised and downloaded the photos to a special folder on his computer.

The straight-haired woman also remembered Shiyan's comments that always encouraged her. Always be the first to comment on every post. Always present at every opportunity.

Shiyans.

A name that had been so embedded in his head for a long time. From the moment they first met, Arlin felt a match. Shiyan's words that were so flowing, reassuring, also always made her long. Darling Arlin just keeps all those flavors tight. He could not express his feelings to a man who had never met him face to face. After all, what if Shiyan only thought of him as a friend? Arlin did not want their friendship to be broken just because he acted recklessly.

For the first time, Arlin felt his chest rumble unhurriedly. A feeling that could make him smile unconsciously. Happiness is overflowing for no reason. It was as if he was drowning in a sweet, soft, cheerful cotton candy bar.

Ah ... Arlin woke up from his wishful thinking. He couldn't have liked Shiyan. He can't love Shiyan. He's gonna marry Delan any minute. Her liking for Shiyan would only hurt her as well as her Mayan world best friend.

But is he capable of marrying a man he does not love? He wants to run. Arlin wants to break away from the bond he has already twisted himself.

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