Marrying a Friend

Dinners

I looked in the mirror. My reflection was washed away in the daydreams about Firhan's attitude and the accidental meeting with Daniel. After combing and styling hair—without excessive make-up, only powder and lipstick only for dinner tonight. While the plain fresh red dress up to the knee, which I combined later with red heel’s I deliberately wear. Hair deliberately wants to be tied or bun, or whatever, to make it look neat.

"Don't do that, let it go," as it makes the activity of styling hair so stopped.

My body turned to look back at the north. Firhan's body was deliberately rested on the shoe storefront cabinet while folding both hands to the chest. His expression had changed so quickly. His face was very radiant looking at me, like admiring the beautiful work he had just met.

The man then stepped over, staring with a stunned and strange look like full of meaning in the reflection of the mirror in front of us while gently holding my shoulder.

"You look prettier when you unravel it." Clearly admitting lightly who almost whispered.

My husband's eyes can't be seen in the mirror, then untied it that makes my face look up at his face.

"But it looks messy, Fir, I don't like these curls!" My move that made that sweet smile broke.

I stood facing Firhan at the moment and he looked at my two eyes fixedly while holding onto his shoulders.

"Your pretty face, matching hair like this. So beautiful! You should be proud to have this hair, people out there are spending a lot of money just to have something like this and you don't even thank it," it was my husband Oceh who started and just made this smile appear.

"Lately you've been getting angry, do you have cravings? Or menstruation?"

She laughed, then pinched my tiny nose gently. "So, maybe I'm two years late." Her ideal joked with a smile after shrugging and making me chuckle. There was a glimmer of humor in his eyes that collaborated with a warm and gentle gaze.

"Don't talk anymore, get ready! You know very well, until a stone can speak, you can never be angry with me. More precisely, unwilling," my murmur complained, yet stared at him seductively.

Firhan smiled and lowered his head for a moment, then raised his face and looked while stroking my hair, "And I know, you are always right, Madame Firhan. You are like my second heaven, after Mom and Dad, and sorry, for my mistakes all along." Sahut Firhan smiled fixedly looked into my eyes, then muttered at the end of the sentence.

Those two eyes looked solemn, I could feel that sincerity of heart.

This handsome man in front of me, then landed a sweet kiss on the forehead. Then, "I'll be back!" his promise was cheerful, then glanced at me.

“You didn't scold Gun sir, did you, for what happened?” I asked as I remembered suddenly, after pulling his hand, intercepting him before leaving.

He was quite silent looking at me. His sturdy jaw was slightly tensed with a flash of anger that was quite furious, but the next second, it softened again and managed to control his emotions.

“I know, he's innocent and has nothing to do with it,”

Before he passed, the man gently rubbed this hair with a sweet smile that appeared on his shady face, then grabbed his bath pajamas which made me smile as he looked at her missing from the bathroom.

My breath feels. Firhan is a typical man who can not bear to look after parents who always respect, no matter what position is currently.

"By the way, Mrs Fir, don't get too dressed up, it could distract the whole world, and it makes me jealous!" he looked at me with a look of humor when his head suddenly emerged from behind the bathroom door, as I was about to tidy up and rearrange my hair.

I chuckled and he disappeared behind the door— resumed his bathing activity, after showing a sweet smile. Yeah, the thing I just found out about newlyweds is that they're kind of clean guys. So clean, he even took a second bath or umpteenth time just by reason of feeling not fresh, even though he had only done it after a few hours. And it happens, when he has to travel or feel careless and sweaty.

Fuck up!

Again his silly behavior that makes this smile wide to touch the eyes.

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Half an hour passed, we were both ready. Scroll clock attached to the wall of this room that has shown six o'clock passing. Dusk is no longer visible in the sky of the city of Jakarta that can be seen through this large window in our room. The sky is very bright tonight, a crescent-shaped moon decorated with many stars, as well as a view of the metropolitan night city that is so amazing from above here. I deliberately let the curtains not cover the window in front of me, only to admire the beauty of the night for a moment, before we had dinner.

"Are you ready?"

Firhan's voice made me turn my head and flinch from daydreams. The man stood not far from where I was standing and he always looked very handsome again tonight.

The always charming man now wears a plain fresh red shirt with his shirt sleeves raised up to elbow— according to his request—which I prepared earlier for him with black khaki pants and black sneakers. Firhan's spike hair was accidentally gel and modeled to form a bit of a mess, yet it seemed cool and very handsome. He asked to change his clothes and wanted the casual couple we were wearing right now. Firhan smiled, when he realized I was fascinated by her appearance.

"I'm yours, remember?" his lightness reminded me and made me smile shyly and lowered my head.

"Should have been, I dandan perfect for you, but—"

"Sststd. In fact, you didn't even take a shower, you still look very pretty in my eyes,"

And that, made me chuckle that only in reply with his typical smile that was seen when I saw my response.

The cheeks are heating up. Ah, God, would say he seduced, but the truth is, what I felt, was the real of a sincere heart, his sincerity really felt.

"Depart?" he asked, extending his hand towards me.

I smiled and nodded, then walked over and grabbed the warm hand. He clasped my hand tightly, grabbed his black tuxedo, and we went down.

While crossing the middle space, even though Firhan deliberately grabbed me and was careful not to look to the right side, but still, the corner of my eye glimpsed at the clear glass table with a motif that I admired all this time, broke nothing left and now left scattered on the floor. Only the supports are left standing upright with miniature decoration and a place to store newspapers or magazines.

Actually, I wanted to ask my husband, but I hardened my mouth with my lips. I don't want to ruin this beautiful moment, especially Firhan's current mood is very good.

My hands were coiling tighter and tighter around her waist and she clasped tighter, walking while leaning her head against her chest and the other hand holding my head gently.

After arriving at the porch and approaching his red car, he then opened the front door for me and immediately sat in the passenger seat next to the driver. Firhan's distinctive smile was drawn towards me as the man had sat in his driver's seat. This time Gun sir did not come to deliver.

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Firhan smiled at me, then stroked this hair after he went back to look around and ordered what fish would be our dinner menu.

The place is beautiful and crowded. A Seafood Restaurant located in Ancol. He said, this place is specially ordered by our special guests, guests who are devoted to meet me. I shook, as Daniel's face this afternoon flashed through my mind. After all, there was no way his special guest was him. He knows how I feel about the man I hate. This place is also very comfortable and has many fans.

Bandar Djakarta, that's the name. There is a special place to choose seafood that will be made the menu of the visitor's food. Firhan and I also chose the right place to be in the outside area such as dining or terrace Resto. Dinner on the beach and the sea.

A gentle gust of wind, now touches the skin of the face and enters the pore until it has a cold effect.

"Do you like this place?" Firhan's voice at the side at this moment made me look at him.

My smile evaporated while nodding quickly. "Very!" I'm in a smile still on this face.

"Thank God, they didn't choose the wrong place." His murmur made me turn my face towards him.

"They?"

The man sitting next to me nodded quickly with a smile that made both eyes look questioningly, confused and unexpected. Again only a sweet smile and glint of teasing and ignorant eyes in response from him until a snort was heard and scowled at him which immediately made him chuckle.

"Hey, Madame Firhan, don't mess with your pretty face just because." and her words stopped and changed with a sweet smile, as I forced that big smile towards her.

"Well, so much the better," his lightness indifferent to his innocent look that again made me snort.

"Fir?"

The middle-aged voice of the woman whose impression sounded happy and longing now made us turn our heads.

My eyes were fixed, looking at the figure of the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful and young in her long red garden dress, the hair on the bun and next to it stood a sweet girl with a strand of brown hair combined with a short tosca green dress up to the knees. His hands coiled to the middle-aged woman's arms as they smiled radiantly with sparkling eyes. Yes, it was her mother Firhan and her sister.

"Mother! Isti!" firhan exclaimed with a wide smile that instantly stood up and followed me.

My husband spread out his hands and the two women with happy faces still full of cheerful smiles came over. Mother hugged Firhan tightly and momentarily shed a tear, then rubbed him. Then, followed by Isti who was so radiant and happy to see his brother, hugging so tightly. I who even saw it could only be moved while still smiling in sparkling eyes, then sighing silently.

"Hi, Isti. It's good to see you again." Sapaku then hugged her as our gaze met, smiling and she replied tightly and with a radiant look on her face, even though we were a little awkward.

"Hi, sister, it's good to see you tonight. And more importantly, thank you, for taking care of my brother." Firhan's sister was still awkward, and smiled sincerely after the embrace came off.

My nod and smile just evaporated. My eyes then turned to look warmly lovingly at that.

God, I don't know why, I think I saw my late mother. Like having a mother again.

Trying as much as possible not to cry in front of them in a still clumsy feeling.

"And…. "

"Mother! Call me Mom, son! You are of course my son too" asked Firhan's mother to interrupt my words that made her embrace and cry in her arms.

At first glance, I saw, the people around us were staring with strange gazes. And me, no matter.

Oh, my God, thank you for tonight, moreover, making Firhan happy!

"Come, please sit down! The food's been ordered, it's probably coming soon." Sela Firhan after our embrace came off. Perhaps, he was left with a strange look that was still watching around.

We then chatted, discussing about each other's news, the state of my pregnancy, Firhan's sister's daily life and about our lives.

"Oh yeah, Mom, why don't you come?" ask me on the sidelines of our jokes and chats.

And instantly, the atmosphere felt changed, like it was tense. At first glance, the eyes of mother and Isti looked at Firhan strangely, then they both smiled clumsily at me.

Ah, Nes, you stupid cunt! What the hell are you doing? You really messed up the mood!

“Sorry,” lirihku who just threw. however, mother just smiled warmly while touching my cheek gently. The warmth of a mother's affection now radiates momentarily across my nerves. “It's okay, son,” his gentle shade of staring that I returned in a smile and sparkling eyes.

My husband's hand was currently squeezing my finger to calm down and smile, and so was Isti

“Dad can't come, he's very busy, maybe next time we can meet him,” between Firhan trying to make me understand.

The man who momentarily changed his expression clumsy was now trying to smile knots in front of me, but his smile did not touch his eyes while nodding slowly, as if reassuring himself as well. Although, I feel that there is something that certainly does not fit my assumptions, but the stupid mind of—negative is still trying to tepis and press into the brain that dad is really busy.

For a moment, catching the eyes of the three of them looking at each other, and suddenly the atmosphere turned tense and awkward.

A few seconds later, the atmosphere suddenly changed, as the waiter came and brought our order that was being served on the table. There is White Rice, Teppanyaki Squid, Butter Fried Squid, Japanese Sawal Fish Sauce Bandar, Padang Sauce Male Tarakan Crab, Steam Grouper, Steam Grouper, Shrimp Galah Super Sauce Telak and some Juice and Mineral Water for us, and all the menu according to the order mentioned by one of the waiters who served us—from some of the waiters earlier. After thanking us and leaving us, we ate while chatting occasionally.

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