Getting Married at Age 16
Special guests arrival
POV Adnan's
I didn't think that Arin would bring all her employees here, just to show off her future husband's prowess to everyone. I thought he was that good. In fact, there is a hidden purpose that he hides behind his kindness.
From here I feel relieved. Having known his plan was very surprising. My feelings have also diminished for Arin. I no longer feel the turmoil that was often felt while still with him.
"Sir arin is great. It's pretty pinter again." Alika always looks to admire Arin. But it is not as good as imagined.
"Beautiful and clever are not enough to heal one's wounds." My heart is cynical.
"Eits.. You can't be rich."
"Sir arin is good, really." Alika tried to defend him.
"Yes really. Arin is very good. The proof is that he wants to bring us all here. Not rich, adnan stingy. Chirps Irene.
"Ren watch what you say, yeah!!!"
"Don't make a fuss." Alika immediately mediated so that there was no quarrel.
Irene and Irene did not argue. We decided to be busy with our activities.
I'm back to take my order. Irene joined her co-workers there.
Sometimes I steal a glance to make sure their activities, whether running smoothly or not. They look happy as if I don't remember me.
"What the hell was that from?"
"Do not see anything. just mastiin what afnan sleep or not."
"lik! From that moment you saw them mulu." Ketus Alika's.
And finally my wife started to realize that all this time I wanted to plan something. He kept showering me with questions.
I know he doesn't like to see me like this. Alika is indeed a person who likes to remind me of my duties as the head of the family.
"Basically childish. If brother adnan sneezed brother arin, would he be angry?" Fiery alika.
"You mean?"
"That's a hell of a bitch. I'm losing my appetite."
Alika was angry and did not finish her meal. He chose to stay away from me for a while. I'm trying to chase him. However, suddenly Arin invited me to join them.
"Nan, come join us. Btw, where's your wife? Bring it here." Arin.
"There's another exit."
"Take dong here." Irene timpal.
After that I followed Alika out. I found him showing the fish afnan that was in the restaurant. There he looked sadly at his wife.
He shouldn't have been childish like this. Just focus on them so I can heal the wounds in my heart.
"Alika. let's join arin." Take me.
Spontaneous alika turned towards me. He smiled and accepted my invitation. He was happy because I wanted to be at peace with myself.
"Well, that's dong! Don't plan weird things anymore."
"Yes I promise."
"Oiya, that's why we both joined his shirt." Saying again.
"Bole tuh. It's rame." Alika.
I smiled at the joy of my wife. She is the kindest and most patient woman.
We went back in and joined my colleagues. We were greeted friendly. I didn't think they'd be that open to my wife.
"Hi alika!!!"
"Whoa! It turns out that Adnan's wife is really beautiful, mature again. Even though he's 17." Praise one of my friends.
"Hehe yes." Answer me briefly.
From the end of the table Arin just silently watched our arrival. Not like the others. He looks serious staring at the screen.
I began to wonder what he was doing. It was like waiting for a message from someone. At first I thought he was busy texting his client. But, it turns out she contacted her new future husband.
"Where are you going?" Shortly afterwards he answered a phone call from a man who allegedly was the candidate.
"His mother answered the phone from her future husband." Irene chirps, simulut bucket.
"Pst.. Don't be noisy!"
"Ren, appreciate the mother who answered the phone." Say to other coworkers.
"Sorry." Irene lowered her head.
The atmosphere was instantly silent. Everyone did not dare to raise their voice when Arin was answering the phone from her future husband.
They looked at each other while giving a signal, if they were wondering with arin's behavior that had been busy themselves.
"It's good to call his girlfriend again." One of my colleagues whispered.
"Oh that's it." Answer yumna.
Long wait for Arin to speak on the phone. The atmosphere is melting again. And Arin sat down again in his seat.
A few moments later came a man from the entrance. He's very handsome and handsome. His clothes look luxurious and expensive.
From here I can already guess that it was Arin's future husband. I didn't comment much just quietly while paying attention to every body language of the man.
"Here!" Arin half-shouts while pointing one hand at the man.
The man's reflexes turned towards our table. She smiled sweetly at Arin.
I shuddered a little when I saw him. I think he's too fake for a sincere arin. Because men like that are scattered everywhere.
'He looks cute on the face but ugly on the heart.' My inner.
His style is very tacky and seems to want to show if he is a great man who has everything.
I grinned as he approached Arin's seat.
"Hi all... I'm william.. I'm the owner of this restaurant and her future husband arin." He introduced himself with a heavy-sounding tone of voice and so' cool.
"Goddessaahaha..." And somehow I laughed out loud when I heard it.
Everyone was looking at me with a scary look. I also scratched my head that was not itchy while apologizing.
While alika pinched my arm because it had been embarrassed by me.
"I'm sorry everyone.. Looks like my husband's choking." Alika glaring at me.
"Basic freak!" Ketus.
In an instant william can be the center of attention again my colleagues.
I'm so relieved. Because Arin didn't realize I was laughing at her future husband.
The man repeated his introduction. He's the kind of guy who's always wanted to be heard. Not listening to. That guy also enjoyed showing off.
I'm a little worried about Arin getting such a weird guy. However, it seems that Arin is just happy when he is with her.
He looks different when he is with me. Arin looks prettier than usual. It was as if he had prepared himself to meet with William.
"You all know we both are. The plan is to get married in 2 months." William.
His statement succeeded in making my heart almost out of place. I'm surprised I'm not playing. Arin quickly decides to marry a tacky man like her.
