Falling in Love with My Own Wife

Chapters 1. The parents request.

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The vibration of the mobile phone that disturbed my sleep, I don't know who dared to call me this morning blind.

"Eum, hello." With a hoarse voice typical of waking people I received the call.

"....."

"At home" I replied. I think I recognize this voice, like Papa's.

"......"

"Oh, yes, yes." The call was interrupted and I closed my eyes again, but a few seconds later I realized that the one who contacted me was my Papa and said he was in front of the house.

Oh gosh.

I immediately put on clothes and washed my handsome face. Actually even if I do not wash my face still handsome really, just afraid there is a diamond on my eyelids later.

After washing my face, I went straight down. There Papa and Mama were already sitting on the sofa with some suitcases being transported by the waiter.

Why also they come do not tell me first, if I know they come already I have the title purple carpet.

Haiz..

"How are you, Ma?" I with the sweetest smile in the whole city immediately crucified my parents.

"Alhamdulillah well," answered Mama gently stabbing into the recesses of my heart. More affectionate with Mama.

"Just woke you up?" ask Papa.

"Yeah, Pa." Of course I have to be honest. Seeing the look in Papa's eyes I shudder if I get caught lying.

"That means you don't pray at dawn?"

"Pa's prayer, just pause again." Where may I leave my prayer, I am a Sholeh man.

Plaque.

"What prayer? You see what time it is!" I immediately saw the wall clock, the effect of life is still on the mattress. It turns out it's past 8.

"Shalat Dhuha, pa." Well indeed the Dhuha prayer right, this is too late if you want to pray dawn.

"What Papa asked was the dawn prayer, Reza."

"Yes pa, Reza's bad luck." Well, maybe I'm having bad luck. I woke up at 5 to turn off the alarm.

"What the hell are you? If this continues when can you be the head of the household? Wake up at dawn you can't, let alone wake up the household," Papa said. Well, it's true, just that I don't want to have a household yet, why discuss household everything, like want to marry.

"Hehehehe," what else can I say other than hehehe, I've died a flea. The mother I love just looked at me.

"Not college?" mama asked, stroking my head. Only mama can stroke my head, if Papa, I immediately put the horses.

"Later in the afternoon, Ma." Actually lazy anyway, because today there are MK calculations. I hate counting.

"Go take a shower! Mom and Dad are going to rest for a while. After you go to college, go home!" Papa spoke firmly making my leg feathers goosebumps.

"Yes Pa," I can only be fucked. In the movies, I should have denied. But, because I love old people, so I shut up.

After saying that, Papa and Mama went to their room while I went to sleep.

But before that, I met you guys first. You must be curious about the identity of the sultan's handsome and generous son.

My name is Reza Herryansyah, I'm 24 years old and I'm still in management. I was born into a capable family, I have friends capable people as well. I'm a little picky when it comes to making friends, let alone having special relationships.

All this time I don't have a girlfriend, I don't like flirty girls with their curves. I used to fall in love with a woman who was quiet and also beautiful and certainly rich.

Unfortunately, she was married and is now married.

In this world, she is not just a woman. There's still a better woman out there. Especially with my handsome face, can melt thousands or even millions of women, both married and not yet.

My papa has a fairly large company in this city, while I am still pioneering business in the culinary field independently, although later papa company still bequeathed to me as well. My efforts are fairly successful because there are already several branches outside the city. Already handsome, rich, generous, which woman is not in love with me ha?

Anyway, when talking about my life, there is no end, because my life is very beautiful and good. I'm not saying perfect because there must be a lack of space in everyone's life.

Oh, come on, I'm going to sleep again.

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Campus.

Here I am now, sitting in the cafeteria with my friends. I chose not to go to class because the counting lesson was troublesome. Actually, if there were no parents at home, I wouldn't go to college. But, since they were at home, I had to leave even though I was just hanging out in the cafeteria. I may have made my good name in the eyes of my parents.

"Gue is okay" said Doni. The youngest member likes to eat, but his body is still good.

Good again my body.

In our friendship there are only 4 people who are closest. There's Bima, Doni, Rian, and I'm the handsome one.

Bima and Rian are brothers, while Doni is an only child just like me.

"Well, bang? Not coming?" ask Doni.

"Son" I replied briefly. I am sparing to talk with my friends.

"Why? Is it because there's Om and Auntie? So you dare not go out. Cemen lo, bang."

"So more words, I'm sewing my mouth!" Right, just shut up.

"Hm, so you don't want to come, Za?" Rian asked again to confirm my answer.

"So!" I put this tone down so they can understand human language.

After saying that, I also chose to go home leaving the three humans who were less able to humanize other humans.

"Hi brother." A woman came near me on the parking lot.

"I made a cake for my sister, if you don't mind.....

"Doubt," I replied coldly. I got into the car and left the woman who hurt me the umpteenth time.

Own fault!

Anyway, I didn't ask her to make a cake, you itchy chick.

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Her night.

Now I sit quietly and enjoy dinner with two people I love. I'm actually a bit uncomfortable because from now on Papa keeps glancing at me.

"Reza, papa wants to talk seriously about you."

Hm, the smell of danger.

"What's the matter, Pa?" Although suspicious, I am still curious.

"Two more weeks Papa will marry you to Papa's best friend's daughter in the village."

Hearing that, I immediately choked. What the fuck is this Papa play-match as he pleases.

"Reza won't!" of course I refused. This is not the time of marriage because of arranged marriages.

"You must want to! Papa does not accept rejection! Papa's best friend's son is beautiful, well, Sholehah. If you marry him, you are a lucky man," Papa explained at length did not make me interested at all.

From the village ya remain from the village, the village and the ugly.

"Reza won't!" reject me once more. This time a little more forceful.

If Papa really feels that woman is good, why not just him who married the woman.

Uh, but pity Mama. Oh, sorry Ma.

"We don't accept rejection, Reza! In two weeks you'll be married. If you're trying to escape, then don't think of us as your parents anymore!"

Well, if Mama were to say I would not be able to refuse. But, marrying a village man? I don't want to either. I am from the village, but that was when I was a kid. Now I'm a city man, rich, handsome.

Ck, pissing!

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