Forced to Marry a Bad Fig

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Akbar wiped the coffee. Glancing at the glance of Kirana who was still sleeping soundly. Even from the couch where he sat. The beauty of his wife is still evident. Those sharp eyes then glanced at the wall clock there. It was 9 in the morning, but those pretty eyes were still tightly closed. Kirana woke up just to pray the morning prayer and went back to sleep comfortably.

Akbar wanted to ask if he really had no photo shoot, but then the young man shook his head slowly. He declined. Along with that came the sound of Kirana groaning softly. Those pretty eyes blinked. Akbar segela turned his eyes to the laptop screen that was showing the Microsoft word icon is still empty. He's running out of inspiration now.

godammit!

Kirana glanced at Akbar at a glance then headed towards the bathroom to clean herself up. He came out in a neat dress. Staring at Akbar long enough then decided to get closer to her husband.

"What's wrong?" asked Akbar without taking his eyes off. Feeling no answer, he looked at his wife who was biting his lower lip.

"Don't hesitate." Kirana blinked in wonder. How did Akbar know he was in doubt?

"Your habits are Kirana!" As if he knew what his wife was thinking. Kirana smiled awkwardly. It was true, the habit when doubts approached, Kirana bit her lower lip without her noticing.

"Temenin to the mall," said Kirana slowly. Akbar fell silent and looked at Kirana inside.

"It's really abaangg!" Kiran nodded nervously. Just realized his tone was like it was made spoiled. He took a long breath.

"Yes, wear a hijab first!" Kirana smiled happily, then walked to the dresser. Polishing a little makeup and wearing a long pashmina. Colored to match her tunic.

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Akbar took a long breath. Still staring at Kirana who was busy shopping at the store where she was standing now.

"Nih Bang!" Kirana gave me another paperbag. Akbar's face began to turn irritated but the wife was still unaware. The girl exited the store and entered the other store again. So next. If you imagine them walking like lovers, it is a scam. Because now Akbar is more like a messenger boy Kirana who carries all his groceries. It's very much. Probably 20 paperbags. And Kirana was still cheerful in choosing some insignificant items in the other stores.

"Who is this?" ask the shopkeeper there. Kirana looked at Akbar. Only then did she realize that some people were staring at her husband. It was obviously because of the mask that was attached to his face. Plus a black shirt rolled up to the elbows and black jeans make a mysterious and a little bit of an impression? Akbar had a flat face. But put up an upright ear to hear Kirana's answer.

"Bodyguard!"

Akbar took a long breath. What did he expect? Will she admit her husband in front of everyone? The young man shook his head slowly. Strengthen your heart so that you never hope again.

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Although dominated by glass material, this cafe is far from the word ‘panas’ because in it grows many trees and green plants that cool. This two-story cafe has many dining rooms with a unique concept and of course very instagenic, such as a dining area made to resemble a bird cage that can be found on the second floor. Not only there, the food served is also beautifully arranged and interesting

"Well, again, huh?" a very soft tone accompanied by whining from Kirana for the umpteenth time. Ask Akbar to take a picture. Again and again since.

"Selfie to napa!" akbar said ketus and then wiped the coffee. Glanced at the few people who noticed them. Either see him or his beautiful wife. Kirana.

"Once again!" kirana said. He has not put up a relaxing photo like this since becoming a model. Back when she was just a girl. Very often visit instagramable places like this place.

"Skettle spent!" akbar's word after taking pictures of Kirana. His wife nodded obediently without looking at him. Still actively staring at the phone screen that shows a photo of him.

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Akbar stared at the scene before him unblinking. A view of the big city with all its busyness. Colorful lights in every building. He hasn't been here in a long time. A family-owned hotel that used to be a place for vacation or just playing all day with his friends.

Meanwhile, Kirana stared at the back of Akbar who was still standing on the balcony of the room. They were staying at a hotel owned by the Bratajaya family. Previously, Akbar stopped at a family subscription boutique and bought a Muslim dress for his sister. Yeah, Randy and Puspa's wedding is just a week away.

Recalling that, Kirana let out a long sigh. How is the fate of the household? Kirana is a woman who lives a relaxed life and often does not think hard when there is any problem. Principle, just go. But staring once again at Akbar who was like that statue made him cluck in annoyance. The statue cannot walk. But her annoying husband is even more creepy.

Kirana deliberately tried to make Akbar upset, but the man did not show his frustration. Only occasionally did his face bend then a few minutes later, the still masked face was flat expressionless. His obnoxious attitude of silence was also extremely outrageous.

Kirana exhaled softly. He doesn't like to be silenced. Can he ask for a divorce?

Akbar came in and laid himself down on the long sofa. Kirana looked at him with a gaze that somehow. Really, confusion deeply engulfed his mind. The silence, the broken face and his cold demeanor made Kirana cluck in annoyance again. But behind everything that sucks. Akbar is responsible. Give whatever he wants including money. Kirana patted her cheek slowly. Even today his materialistic brain is still working fast.

"Don't you?" there is no answer, Akbar may have slept and Kirana just got out of bed. Closer to her husband. Composed with both knees and gazed in Akbar's face.

"Thank you Bang."

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For now just relax, the same focus is the closeness of Akbar and Kirana. There will be conflict. hehe.

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