FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG
Mister Z
Dear family Cindy ....
Hay ... I'm Cindy's best friend, sorry for telling you all too late, Cindy's been in surgery for appendicitis, sorry, I'm sorry that I signed the operation approval papers without informing you first. Sorry for leaving Cindy without waiting for her to wake up. Sorry to Cindy's family ... ( ._. )
**Mr. Z**
Riyan smiled as he looked at the completely untidy handwriting.
“Who is the mister ‘Z’??” Riyan looked back at the letter she had left in the nun of the kind man who had saved her sister's life.
Riyan immediately went to the room where Cindy was treated with haste, after she was on the phone with the hospital, who informed her that her sister was being treated there.
Upon arrival in Cindy's room, it turns out Cindy is still unconscious due to the influence of drugs.
Riyan looked at his sister fixedly “Ck, do you already have Dek's girlfriend?? If the one who helped you was your girlfriend, then I would have approved of your relationship, she was so good” Riyan rubbed her sister's head, then raised the blanket to cover Cindy's chest.
Arrive at home ...
Zain got off his motorbike, then walked slowly, sneaking around, hoping that his wife would not hear the noises he was making.
krriiieeetttt .. (door opened.)
"Cock the lights have been turned off anyway?? is Yas's sister asleep??" muttered Zain, as he continued walking.
Cetrek ... lights suddenly turned on.
“Zain?? Where have you been?? What time is it??” Yasmin stared at the wall clock attached to the living room, while folding her hands.
“Hee .. sorry Brother, the road was really stuck” Zain replied.
“Yakin you??” Yasmin brought her face closer to her husband's face, trying to sniff out all the irregularities she breathed from her husband's body.
Zain retreated hesitating, feeling afraid, uncomfortable with his wife's treatment and plus his body was trembling.
“Ya sure Sister“
“Okeh,“ Yasmin immediately set foot towards the kitchen.
“Oooouuhhh ... Brother Yas always makes my body vibrate” Zain feels his body getting goosebumps.
“Zain eat!!”
“Jesus!!” Zain blinked again, startled by his wife's shrill scream in a high, high-pitched tone.
“I yes!!!” Zain set his foot in the kitchen, following his wife's orders.
During the process of eating a quiet atmosphere, no one speaks only the sound of the clangs of spoons and plates. This is not usually.
Dddrrrttt .. dddrrrttt .. dddrrrttt ...
Yasmin's phone rang, Yasmin ignored her,
Dddrrrttt ... dddrrrttt ... dddrrrttt ....
The sound of the phone was heard again, Yasmin turned her head, then grabbed her phone.
“Hallo Asslamu’alaikum Riyan” greeting Yasmin.
The deg!
Zain is again surprised, afraid that Riyan will say that Zain has helped Cindy.
“..................”
“O yes?? Why?”?
“.................”
“Ya ampuunnn really can Yan??”
“.................”
“Yes it's okay, tomorrow I will handle toko”
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“...............”
“Emmmhhh .. Yes maybe it's her boyfriend Cindy”
“...............”
“Oh, yes it's okay Yan, greetings to Cindy yes, tomorrow I try to stop by there”
“..............”
“Iya, equally Wa’alaikumsalam Yan”
Truth ... The phone is closed
Yasmin put her phone back on the table.
“Zain?? Why is your face pale?? You sick??” Yasmin frowned, noticing the change in face at her husband.
“Eeeemmmhh .. no Sister” Zain shook his head.
“Oh, yes already, let's continue to eat it” Yasmin thrust some side dishes to Zain's plate.
“Kakak??”
“Iya?”
“Nothing” Zain shook his head.
“What's Zain doing?”
“So who called Om huh??” asked Zain to vent.
“Iya, that was Riyan telling you, Cindy in appendectomy, but she said she was lucky in her friend's help, whose name was mister ‘Z’” explained Yasmin.
“Ooohhh gituh” Zain mangosteen, hide his fear.
“Kakak??” Zain looked back at his wife's face in doubt.
“Iya” Yasmin's gaze still remained glued to the plate before her.
“Emmhh ... to this day is there still no sign of anything??” ask Zain.
“What signs??” Yasmin looked at her husband, already knowing the meaning of her husband's question, but deliberately asked again.
“Kakak still no signs of not coming months??” asked Zain doubtfully.
“Not” replied his wife firmly, as if not accept with her husband's question.
“Haduh” Zain patted his eel.
“Why??” ask Yasmin again.
“Do we have to tell Mamah and Papah immediately about our lies??” Zain stopped eating, his anxious face grew even more noticeable.
“I think it's like that too Zain, gradually all our lies will be revealed, you know?? Earlier Mamahmu sent me a lot of young mangoes, I feel more guilty Zain” Yasmin bowed lethargic.
“Hah .. I'm afraid Big Brother, afraid if we separated back” Zain holds his wife's hand tightly, feels his hand so cold.
“I was more than that Zain” Yasmin returned the handrails of her husband, grasping him tightly, as if asking for strength.
“Sister, we can definitely get through all this, hum?? Don't be afraid, I'm with Brother” Zain smiling sweetly at his wife.
“Hmht, I know Zain, we both passed this yaa”
“Sure Sister”
“Later, we will tell everything to Mamah and Papah after they returned from the house of aunt Meta ya” Yasmin smiled wryly.
“Hmht, yes Brother” Zain nodded with a smile, this time the smile is not as blank as usual. This time his smile was mixed with fear and anxiety.
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