FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

The guardian???

Now that I had my day back, trying to live a normal life despite feeling very abnormal, I returned to being an independent woman, who when dawn arrived, after the completion of the shabuh prayer, I became an independent woman, I had to fix up the house, cook, then go to the cake shop, or to the tea factory, to just check the state of the business that I had built, I could not continue to fall into a state, he said, my boy's husband's problem?? Ah .. yes, I will live my day as best I can.

“Zain, get up, it's noon,“ I opened the door to Zain's room, when I saw the time it was five o'clock in the morning, but the boy still didn't get up for dawn prayers, I pushed the door of the room, I pushed, ish ... Her room was so messy, then I saw her squirming.

“Still morning Mamah,“ he replied as he rubbed his eyes, hish... Maybe he still felt living in his house, then he rolled back his body in a mattress, and re-wrapped his body with a blanket.

“This is me Zain, you don't pray dawn??” I grabbed the blanket that rolled up his tall body.

“Cold Mamah, Zain still drowsiness“ sulkannya that makes me squinted eyes.

“Ok. If you do not want to wake up I flush you use water seember“ threatened me that made him jump in shock, and immediately woke up with eyes clenched.

“Hooooaaaammmm“ He squirms while yawning, and ... wiping his iler, Yes pampuuunnnnn.

“Hah?? Sister?” After realizing my existence.

“Iya, what??” I raised my shoulders, while reaching for the duster hanging from the wall, intending to clean up his room.

“A mercy Brother, yes Zain will pray soon kok“ he replied trembling immediately rose from his sleep, then went straight into the bathroom.

“Hih, why him?? I just want to clean his bedroom, basic boy“ then I immediately clean the bed like a broken ship, after it is finished, I return to the kitchen to start cooking. Now I have to prepare breakfast for husband taste sister. Huuuhhhhh ...

“Kakak, where is my uniform??” suddenly the voice of the boy was heard, when I was busy concocting spices, I took a deep breath again, huuuuuhhhhhhh, or a work shirt.

I looked towards him. “There is in the closet,“ answered me, then back to struggling with my cooking activities.

Shortly thereafter ...

“Silver, no“ I'm back to catch my breath,

“Yes I've been looking for in“ Then I turn off the stove, then go to his room, I try to find the uniform that Zain is looking for.

“This what??” I held up the uniform that was at the bottom of the pile.

“Heee .. sorry Brother, it was not visible,“ he replied with a cry.

“Other times look for the real“ I opened my eyes.

“I Yes Brother, sorry“ replied while looking down.

“Yes already, when it's done, you immediately eat yes,“ I'm back on my feet, then rushed to the kitchen.

Before long, Zain came up with a different look, he was wearing a gray-white uniform, I looked at him closely, he was so cute in his uniform.

“Let's eat,“ I thrust a plate at him, who was sitting right in front of me.

“Yes Brother,“ Zain took the fried rice, then fed it, and chewed it slowly, it felt so awkward, quiet, that's what I felt this morning at the dinner table.

“Kakak, Zain departs his school in between Kak aja ya“.

“Uhhuuukkkk ..” request Zain, successfully made me choke.

“A what??” ask me then, me?? Will my husband leave for school?? Uh ... This is serious?.

“ I yes Brother, hheeee” he replied with a cute smile.

“You, went to school with a motorbike, was in the garage, just not been in use for a long time,“ my proposal later, I sorted my nose, immediately my migraine seemed to relapse, because of the boy's request.

“Ta but Sister,“ She tried to refute.

“Depart yourself?? Or walk??” threaten me with a blink of an eye.

“I Yes Brother,“ again, he replied in a trembling voice.

“This is pocket money for you, I will go to the cake shop, so later the house is a little afternoon,” I give fifty thousand in front of him. The money I took from my in-law ATM, hhheeee.

“I Yes Brother, if Brother, come home in the afternoon, Zain can stop by Mamah's house first??” The ink while looking at me, yes aampuunnnn Zain, can you not look at me with such a blank look???.

“Iya, can“ I replied later

“If so, Zain left school first yes Kak“ pamitnya while extending his hand.

“Is ... Brother, I want salim“ he replied innocently.

“Astagfirullah ..” I held my head, what kind of activity is this? I should have crucified my husband's hand when he would be doing activities outside the house, like going to work for example.

“Kakak, salim duad“ Zain still waved his hand in front of me.

“Iya“ I replied while giving my right hand.

“Muach .. hhhiii .. drugs Brother, see you later in the afternoon“ Zain ran away from me who was gawking, because he got a kiss on the hand from Zain.

“Zain!!” hish .. basic.

I cleaned the dishes and food at the dinner table, after finishing with the activities at home, I went to the cake shop.

“Good morning Kak“ greet Sarah my employees,

“Pagii ..” I replied lazily.

“Pak Riyan is here??” I asked Sarah who was wiping the table.

“Already Brother, again in kitchen“ he replied politely.

“Oh yes udah“ I set foot into the kitchen at my cake shop.

“Hay Riyan,“ my greeting to a handsome man who is engrossed in koffee.

“Hay Yas, tumben morning - morning already moody??” tanyanya looks at me clingy.

“What - what, again for aja“ replied me origin.

“Why?? Any more problems with your little husband??” riyan asked with a chuckle, which surprised me, how did Riyan know about my marriage?.

“Riyan, how do you know about my marriage?? Don't tell me to know from Om Bayu“ I guess.

“Well, who else?? Om Bayu told me about your marriage to my wife, and my wife told me“ explains Riyan who made me applaud.

“Ah .. more and more people just know about my marriage“ I sighed, while drowning my face in a spell.

“Udah Yas, just walk away, maybe this is your destiny“ Riyan tried to calm me down.

“Destiny?? Yes fate ... “ I replied while continuing to stir coffee in front of me who had just served my employees.

Krriiiinnnggg ..cf ...

I snatched my phone from a bag I hadn't opened yet, ah, why so many incoming messages and missed calls from unknown numbers huh??.

“Hallo Assalamu’alaikum??” I swipe after pressing the green button on my phone screen.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, is this true with his guardian Muhammad Zain, a student at Harapan Bangsa High School??” a man's voice was so firm.

The guardian??? I'm his wife, not his parents, why would Zain say that I'm his guardian??.

“I is right, what is it sir??” I asked later, I really wonder what happened to Zain.

“Sorry ma'am, if I may know, I spoke to his mother Muhammad Zain, right??” ask the caller, make me emotional.

“Bu is not, as I am his sister“ I replied stammeredly, for having lied, but I also would not be possible if I had to say I am his wife.

“Oh, well, then Maak should come to school right now,“ The voice of the caller is getting stern.

“Loh?? What's wrong??” my question is getting more confused.

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