Me And Wedding

Yery Angga Nu Ginando's

I don't know who he is? people from where suddenly claimed to be my future husband easily did not even know each other.

"I'm your future husband" he said casually.

"WHY...?"I was shocked by his words.

"open. Are you letting this handsome guy stand here." Speak with confidence.

"You got the wrong address. How could I possibly have a husband I don't even know yet." I said evasive.

He seemed silent. Then take the cellphone in the pocket of the bag he was wearing. And I just quietly looked at him behind the gate.

"Tante, your girl won't open the door for me" said the man, holding his phone in his ear.

I soon realized, it must be my mama. I grabbed the padlock at the gate and opened it immediately. Otherwise, my mother will kill me soon.

"You're crazy. Do you want to see me kicked out of the house if mom finds out I'm against her." I said as I grabbed her phone and switched off via phone.

"Cerewet." ledeknya.

"What are you doing here?" Ask again .

"Friend you." she replied briefly.

"Lo ngigo's. Go home." My banishment.

"Tomorrow morning" he said briefly.

"What's? You want to sleep at home with me. No no get out." My hand pushed her body to go.

"What's the matter, you're afraid I'm okay?" That guy teased me.

I breathed an upset breath.

I really didn't expect to meet this kind of guy. He was cold and stubborn.

"Do I have to believe you. What guarantee?" Manya make sure.

"Married you" he said flatly.

I rounded my lazy eye.

"Whose name?" Now I dare to ask his name.

"Yery Angga Nu Ginando" he replied, then he slipped into my house.

"Hey, who let you in." Shouted him.

"Om Reno is Regina's aunt" she said, shouting slightly as she entered my house. I am still in the gate.

"Why don't you and mom talk to me about this." My mind is upset.

I walked into the house following the crazy man's steps. Why do I call it crazy? Indeed there are men night and night coming to the house of a woman he did not know then claimed to be a future husband.

"Yery what was your name, anyway you have to come out now. We just got to know him and you broke into my house recklessly." I said with a snarl.

Wait I said we just knew. Uh basic mouth. He was an acquaintance.

"This is the man I want to destroy." My inner self.

I immediately took my phone and called my mom.

"Ma, who the hell is this?" ask me to the point.

"Your husband's candidate." my mother bluntly.

"Yes, mama was joking. Ma, even I haven't ken.." I haven't finished talking. My phone's taken this crazy guy.

"Auntie take it easy. I'll take care of him tonight. I'll even accompany her in her deep sleep." Yery talked to mom.

"Lo crazy vow." I said to Yery.

"Mama trusts you, son." Mama turned off the phone.

I immediately got my phone in his hand. And go to the room leaving this crazy guy.

When I was about to climb the stairs, my shoulder was held by someone.

"You're gonna kill me?" Hardikku surprised.

"Polite. There were guests left behind" he said as he dragged me slowly to return to the living room sofa.

"This is someone who knows me. Sneaking people carelessly." ketusku.

"Miss Tyara Zahira." she called out to me as she slammed into my body to sit on the sofa.

"What?" Ask sewot.

"I'm your future husband." He said he was sitting on the sofa in front of me.

"So I should know you. Before marriage" she continued.

"Delighted. Btw from earlier you talk about my future husband mulu. Are we being set up that's what it means?" I was curious from earlier.

"Gue, lo" he said.

"That's slang." My solute.

"Yes. We are married for three days, and we do not have to ask our parents for their consent. They would agree" he said at length.

"And you accepted the match. I don't think so good. How old you are, not far from my age. What kind of job? If you're unemployed must be a girl2 there ogah deket same lo." Ocehku. Because I'm so upset with this guy.

"Got very busy." Yery crossed her arms around her chest.

"Patience with me." My sewot.

"I'm 25 years old. Whether we accept it or not, it's our parents. And about work after marriage you'll know for yourself." Evidently.

"wait. But you don't refuse at all, don't you have that girlfriend?" I'm afraid there's no stopping.

"You should be a journalist not a teacher."

I decided to keep quiet, otherwise this man insisted on continuing to argue with me. I saw him shut up too. Moments later he lay on the sofa and closed his eyes, I noticed him. Handsomest. That's one word I can say in my heart.