Marrying my In-Par Candidate

Marrying my In-Par Candidate
invitations



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*


Farhan thought about his words earlier, he realized that he had hurt his heart.


"Oma's angry with Farhan?" farhan asked as he squatted towards Farhan.


"Sir Han, how is your wife? is she okay?" tanya Oma Ningsih rubbed Farhan's face gently.


"Alhamdulillah good Oma, only a little injury" explained Farhan.


Oma Ningsih smiled, she did not speak anything anymore, she pondered the words mama ayu said earlier.


"Want to see Amel?" ask Oma.


"of course, let Farhan deliver" explained Farhan to Oma Ningsih.


they headed for Farhan's room, while Amel was resting accompanied by mama ayu.


"excuse me" said Farhan, opening the door.


"mas Farhan" said Amel Iirih then saw Oma, he smiled despite the fear in his mind.


"Mom can come in?" ask Oma Ningsih.


"can oma" explained Amel smiling.


Oma sat on the edge of the bed she rubbed the hair of her former granddaughter, while mama ayu and Farhan who saw was astonished by Oma Ningsih's attitude.


"pardon Oma yes, have misjudged you, you are a good child for Farhan" said Oma as she lowered her head in lethargy.


"iya Oma, Amel is also wrong" said Amel immediately embraced Oma Ningsih.


Farhan and mama ayu who saw that also smiled with relief, finally Oma Ningsih could accept the presence of Amel.


*


elsewhere viola opened the door of her home, she threw her bag in every direction, and immediately threw her high heels up the luxurious stairs to her room.



the assistants who saw viola's belongings scattered on the floor immediately grabbed her, and tidied her up maybe this great mistress was in a rage.


"CAN THE SNAKE MAKE FUN OF ME!!!!" furious viola threw her blanket, she was already very upset at this time because of the act of alvan and Ratna.


"gue must take a bubble bath!!" viola murmured straight into the bathroom, to calm her mind.


elsewhere the alvan is preparing for office today, he still remembers the incident last night with the viola but he prayed that viola would not be pregnant with her child.


alvan went down the stairs he immediately drove his car to his company, which worked in the field of transportation.


*


at night, the air in this village is very cold Amel whose state has not been stable from morning until now is still in bed, maybe Oma Ningsih or mama ayu who came to just invite her to chat.


Farhan and Wijaya were busy talking on the porch of the house, talking about coffee production in this village.


"Han papah hope you continue Oma's coffee garden" said Mr. Wijaya sipping his coffee.


"father knows himself, Farhan is busy managing companies in the field of communication, where maybe Farhan can handle various projects" explained Farhan.


"father is also like that Han first, the beginning of papah can rise yes from Oma coffee here, after all, if not you who else will continue this garden Han?" ask Mr. Wijaya.


"crocodiles only pah" said Farhan casually, he mentioned alvan as a crocodile.


"crocodile?" ask Mr. Wijaya confused.


"meaning Farhan kak alvan aja!!!" farhan.


"you know for yourself Han, the alvan can not do this kind of thing" explained Mr. Wijaya.


Farhan was wasting a rough breath, how could he take care of this garden that covered almost acres? do you have a company in town and abroad?


"later Farhan think again about the reward" said Farhan.


pak Wijaya nodded in understanding that at least his son wanted to think about this, Mr. Wijaya said to enter the house because the weather was so cold tonight.


after the departure of Mr. Wijaya, Farhan thought about the word papah, but suddenly someone riding a bicycle to the yard of Oma's house.


"assalamualaikum" said jasmine.


"waalaikumsalam" Farhan answered and stood up to jasmine.


"what's up?" farhan asked he still remembered how jasmine admitted that jasmine loved Farhan.


"it just so happens that you are Han here, I want to give you this invitation" clearly jasmine offered a piece of wedding invitation.


"invitation? you want to get married?" ask Farhan.


"definitely ti!! I'm the same Amel is coming, why is the show impromptu? it's tomorrow day" Farhan explained confusedly, supposedly planning a wedding to last almost a week.


"oh yes it was planned from last month" said jasmine he deliberately resigned his wedding day with someone who was betrothed by his parents, he said, he hoped Farhan would come back to this village and propose to him but it was only a dream.


"i already say yes han, assalamualaikum" said jasmine immediately leave.


Farhan answered the jasmine greeting, he saw the invitation, but he was suddenly startled by someone's voice.


"haiyoo!! who was?" ask Amel.


Farhan turned his head back to Amel who was behind him at this time.


Amel was about to catch up with Farhan on the porch but when he saw jasmine he eavesdropped on Farhan and Amel's conversation through the window.


"melati Ra" said Farhan.


"you why did you come out, let's go in the cold outside" Farhan asked.


Amel complied after entering the house Amel crossed his hands in front of his chest.


"why did jasmine malamΒ² here?" ask Amel full of probes.


"Don't get mad at my Humaira!! he came here just wanted to give this to doang" explained Farhan offering the invitation to his wife.


"what's that?" ask Amel.


"jasmine marriage invitation, the same person her parents betrothed" explained Farhan.


Amel grabbed the invitation and read it, but instantly his eyes glared perfectly did he not misread?


"Replace?" amel was surprised.


"Replace?" asked Farhan he again saw the invitation, it turned out that his writing was indeed Rendi.


"this is the same betrothed jasmine Rendi? Rendi's your ex Ra?" ask Farhan.


"ish____ is not an ex!! that's my friend" said Amel, Farhan still thinks that Rendi is his ex.


"iya Ra, but she used to like you, right?"


"it's up to Farhan" said Amel, he did not want to continue this debate.


but his thoughts continued to be on the name of Rendi at the invitation, is what really meant by Rendi, her college friend? or someone else but judging from his parents name and address name, it was really Rendi.


"yeah yuk Ra in the room you have to rest a lot" asked Farhan.


Amel nods he will find out his truth tomorrow morning, to see it really is Rendi his friend or not?


*


in the morning greeting brilliantly, Ratna opened her eyes she saw the mirth and saw her content that had begun to be seen.


"yes it's getting fat" murmured Ratna.


"why?" tanya Fano approached Ratna.


"Lo see deh slurut, my stomach has started to get fat" said Ratna.


"that's why you're pregnant!!" obviously Fano shook his head.


"it's all because of you!!" ratna.


"yes, it's the most beautiful art I have but only once" said Fano then sat on the sofa.


"once?" ratna asked confusedly.


"once what?"


"once_____ once for him" said Fano standing in front of Ratna.


"make what?" ratna asked confused by Fano's words.


fano's hand held Ratna's stomach and then rubbed her gently.


"make this, it's done but make it done" said Fano closer his face to the front of Ratna.


Ratna, who was aware of the direction of Fano's speech, really misled her husband's mind and then pushed Fano's body and ran out of the room.


Fano chuckled, he managed to prank the cobra, but why was he happy? even asking for more than that? what's wrong with him now?


"crazy for people, make my heart want to be dislodged" said Ratna holding her chest and feeling her heart beat fast.


"how the hell is this feeling??? what's up with me? this is actually me why the hell?" ratna asked in her she was puzzled as to why her heart had become like this.


"au ah base!!!" ratna said then left the apartment room owned by Fano, he wanted to get fresh air in the morning.


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