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Now we have reached our destination. The place where we had to dress the bride.

However, I saw the Princess as still angry with me.

Hais...

This is what I hate most about women. Once angry should be persuaded by men. After that, the woman became bigger.

I saw it happen to Mom and Abah. Whenever she was angry, Abah would persuade her with a variety of dreadful seduction.

He said, Buy a diamond. Ibu Cantika. There is no woman as beautiful as a mother in this world. To the point that I vomited to hear Abah's deadly seduction.

Hais.

Women really make men go awry. He wants this, he wants that. While seducing women is not my style. I'm really not good at doing that.

"Come down" I said flatly.

"Hm." The Princess's reply made me understand one thing. It turns out that if women are sulking, the answer is only 'hmm', yes? Fucking women! he wants to understand constantly.

Do I have to seduce her now? it's just nice to be wooed. That's not my style!

Even though I'm ugly, but I'm still authoritative. Do not force your ego when it is wrong. But I'm the one who got hurt, not him. Why is he angry? real bad.

And we both got out of the car to the fitting room.

Upon our arrival there, apparently the woman named Weni had been waiting for us for a long time.

"Aren't you the doble P bride?" ask the woman named Weni.

Doble P's? what other term is that?

Then I and the Princess looked at each other, feeling astonished and strange at the name.

"Doble P? who's doble P?" This time the princess asked a question.

"Yes you two," Weni replied.

"You're Paijo and Princess, right?" asked Weni later.

"Yes" I replied and the Princess simultaneously.

"Well, therefore, you are given the same nickname doble P as both of your parents."

Oo... So, doble means P is Paijo and Princess?

Just ngeh me. Mother is just there anyway. Why try to use the abbreviation all names? just make a fizzle.

"Alright then, the bride please come with me to fit her wedding dress. And the groom, please go over there."

"The wedding dress is there" Weni said.

And finally I wear the wedding dress that the woman meant.

In my mediocre heart of this outfit, nothing special. But, because I want to appreciate mother and Abah, then I let them experiment at will.

After I tried my clothes, I now sit on the sofa while waiting for the Princess after fitting her wedding dress.

It's been a long time. About fifteen minutes after I fit my shirt.

Basic women, often if you want to dance and must be long. My grunts in my heart.

After that, the Princess came out of the fitting room with a pearl-studded white dress covering her body. Her hair was still in the free booth as before. However, I am not fascinated by the beauty of this woman. Because, his haughty style.

I admit that the Princess is the most beautiful of the many women I have met. Remember, I met ya? I'm not dating. If my girlfriend does not have, but if only meet aka look at the doang, it is often. Haha.

Back to the attitude of my future wife.

The arrogance is very attached to it, and it's hard for me to take it off. Because he always kept his ego. So, I look flat at this woman who is actually very beautiful, namely the Princess.

"How about Mr Paijo?" ask Weni.

Just ordinary!

I wanted to say that, but I was afraid that these two women in front of me would be offended. I'm in the amok of two more women. Wouldn't it be too cool if my face became beautiful because of my penilian?

Especially the Princess. His heart is still wounded at this time. Because I told you to get out of the car.

I finally decided to do a show of praise. So that the Princess feels happy.

There's no harm in lying for the good of the world, than in chaos? lying to you, to be safe.

"Beautiful," I answered flatly. However, I put on a face as if admiring the figure of the Princess. And. yes!

It finally worked too. Princess smiled knot.

Hais. apparently the woman if praised, want as high as her anger against men, will definitely disappear by itself.

"Basar kampung women! imperious! arrogant, stubborn anyway!" my inner.

"Well, isn't it? what I told you. Surely your future husband will praise your beauty. Because this dress is perfect for you." This time it was Weni the designer who spoke.

I want to vomit all my stomach. Because, feel good at the woman's praise.

Is it true what people say? a seller will never drop his merchandise, even if the item is not too special. But, in their eyes they are very valuable.

Hmmm. Again because of money. They praise their own products for money. It is ordinary! or maybe because of who is wearing that shirt? until I look ordinary?

Honestly, huh? there was nothing special about the wedding dress. Or maybe it's the woman I hate who wears it? good thing, I consider it bad. I don't know.

"Well then, now we go home."

"Have you finished fitting the clothes?" my many.

"Yes, it's Mr. Paijo. You can bring home your future wife. But the clothes are on?"

"Remember, don't peek!" weni replied with a teasing smile.

Idiho! who would want to peek at that arrogant woman? even if she posed naked in front of me, I wouldn't have lusted. I'm not a pervert to know!

Ten minutes later, the Princess came out of the fitting room. And strangely, he still lives for me.

It seems like he's still mad at me. Should I persuade him with a million words of Abah's poet? but it's not my style.

Then what should I do?

Hii... Why do I think of him too? want him to piss off cake, want him to parachute cake, that's his business. I don't give a shit. Who told you to be a woman and act? you finally got it too.

Even in the car he still did not make a sound, until I played music to eliminate saturation. But, the Princess's face was as mediocre.

Is she okay? or is he hurt? I don't know. But, he was like he was enduring pain in there.

Curious, I stopped the car by the road and asked him how he felt.

"Are you okay?" my question is flat, but there is a little anxiety in my heart.

Although I sniffed at him, but that doesn't mean I don't have a conscience.

But the princess did not answer me. He's like he's shivering right now. Finally panic enveloped me.

"You why Princess? are you sick?" ask again. Then I held onto the woman's forehead, and I felt her temperature was very hot.

"Daughter, you have a fever" I said anxiously.

Then I saw him sobbing.

"Hiks, hyx, hyx." I am really panicking right now. I've never experienced anything like this. It's really hard.

"Hey, why are you crying? are you in pain? why didn't you tell me you were sick?" manya panic.

I really can't help my race not to worry about him. Although she sucks, but anyway she's still a woman I have to take care of.

"Let's go to the hospital," I finally asked after never getting an answer.

"I don't want to!" the Princess replied finally after a long silence.

"But you're sick Princess."

Should we argue again now? isn't the situation getting gripping? then why doesn't he want me to take him to the hospital?

"The shop I don't want to!" this time the princess was sulking at me.

Okay, I'm putting my ego down now. And I seduce him like Abah's style at home.

"All right then. What do you want me to do, em?" ask me with a voice that I deliberately softened to touch his heart. And sure enough, the Princess finally collapsed as well. He also said spoiled Korean girl.

"I'm hungry."

Ngeck?

So the Princess is hungry? so until the cold sweat?

Hedews... Know that I don't have to use Abah's weapon. Just make it ashamed!

"If you're hungry, why not say it? we can eat first, before fitting clothes." I raised my ego again, feeling annoyed at the woman.

"You told me to come down."

Hais...

Your voice is a put, put. You're trying to get me to melt.

But actually pity him too, today he continues to be exposed to my nagging.

"Well, let's find a place to eat, em?" This time my voice was really soft. Not intentional like before.

"I want to eat crab," Rajuk Putri still with his potent voice.

"Yes, yeah. Along with the meal plan you also ate," my god to melt the atmosphere.

"Is, you're this." The princess hit me slowly. And I pulled the two corners of my lips into a smile of relief there.

The princess was not angry with me anymore. Evidently from the way he looked at me. And we threw eyes at each other, and then, and then,

"Haha." We laugh together. I don't know what made us tick. For sure, we're both enjoying it now.

Feeling fine, I unconsciously raised my hand and rubbed the Princess' cheek. I don't know what prompted me to touch her cheek.

Was it because his laughter sounded heart-shattering? or is it because of the voice that I suddenly thought was so sweet?

Ah, crap!

Why am I being like this? this must have been because of the crab!

"Ah, forgive me," I said a little nervously as I took my hand off.

Maybe the Princess is looking at me strangely right now. Because I suddenly misbehaved.

"All right then, let's go get some food," I said as if not long to dissolve in a situation that I felt increasingly strange.

"Wait!" prevent the Princess while holding my hand that slightly again grabbed the steering wheel of the car.

"What?" my many.

"I'm sorry first," the Princess still said in her long voice, making me want to vomit.

How could he be this pampered to me? does that mean he is starting to accept his mistakes?

Okay, alright. Once again I lower the ego so that everything goes as usual.

"Alright, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. And I'm sorry to drop you in the middle of the road, too" I said sincerely.

Then then, then,

Bug, though,

He's?

Princess hugging me? what the hell is going on?

It's another heart. Why suddenly speeding? does that mean I'm a normal guy? for the first time ever felt the strangeness of a woman.

This touch made me feel an incredible sensation. Butwhat?

"Thank you" said the Princess still in a hugging position.

And subconsciously I pulled the two corners of my lips into a strange smile there.

Our relationship is finally okay now. No need for anything to be discussed anymore. Even though I don't know tomorrow. Are we still like this.

To be continued.

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