My Surgaku Key Betting Wife

My Surgaku Key Betting Wife
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All right, but before that! Faris boy can see our daughter's face first!"


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Again Nabil's heart feels pumped so fast. How not, since he graduated Junior High, Nabil has covered his face with the niqab, no one knows the appearance of Nabil other than his parents and friends.


As well as Faris, he also looked surprised. There was doubt in his heart to see Nabil's face which he thought was so ugly.


Faris turned her head to look for an excuse not to see Nabil's face first. He was afraid that if he saw her now, he would not marry Nabil because he felt illfiled with his ugly face Nabil.


"It is not necessary that way, if it is necessary to see his face, as if I do not accept Nabil as he is! because I love her not because of her looks!" tukas Faris denies abi Zainal's remarks.


Those who heard were astonished, ummi Fatimah felt very happy, because there was a young man who loved his only child.


"But are you sure, son?" tanya ummi, in her sense of hilarity she wanted to make sure if the man who proposed to her son really loved her beloved daughter.


"I'm so sure, Madam!" faris said with great enthusiasm.


Ummi and Abi Zainal looked at each other. After that, Nabil again spoke "If indeed you are sure, and our daughter has received it, then we leave everything to you, Sir!" the sarcasm of abi Zainal. Not easy to believe, but this is what abi Zainal wants. There is someone who immediately preached and invited the princess ta'aruf, without having been in a relationship before.


"Well, tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon we'll get married, no fancy events needed. I'm sure Nabil would be uncomfortable if there were a lot of people!" timpal Faris reasoned, but because he did not want people to know, if he was married.


"But Faris, Grandpa wants to hold a big event for your wedding!" protest grandfather, as a conglomerate, of course he wants to throw a massive party for his favorite grandson.


"It'll be a long time to have a party, Cake! Faris wants her tomorrow to marry him!" faris said, he was willing to endure his embarrassment, for his plan to succeed.


"But, Son! We as Nabil's parents, also want to throw a party for our first and last child!" abi also protested against Faris' decision.


"This is Abi, let's ask Nabila first!" timpal ummi mediates.


"How, Son! Do you agree to get married tomorrow or do you want to have a party?" continued ummi Fatimah who now asked the princess.


"Nabil follow what you say, Ummi!" nabil answered, she was not a firm woman and good at making decisions, because of her obedience to her parents, Nabil gave everything to them.


"Let's say, tomorrow they get married! After that, they can have a show!" all eyes were on the man sitting next to Faris, who else if not Diki. Diki's words immediately get a nod from Faris and approved by Dinata's grandfather and also abi Zainal.


While Nabil can only withstand the nervousness and sound of his heart racing so fast.


"All right, Grandpa's gonna take care of it! our wedding ceremony was held!"


"Here!" unfinished grandfather spoke, abi Zainal had already cut him off.


"We want the wedding to be here! but isn't it too soon tomorrow?" ask Abi Nabil.


"Of course, no! At two o'clock tomorrow the show is ready!" timpal Faris again.


"Yes, grandfather will prepare everything. At eight o'clock in the morning Grandpa will have a few people from the boutique and the salon decorate my future granddaughter-in-law!" grandfather was so excited.


Nabil just looked down embarrassed, if he could see maybe his beautiful face was red like a ripe tomato.


"Please excuse me!" pinta grandpa.


Nabil shook Dinata's grandfather's hand, while with Faris and Diki, he clenched his hands together in front of his chest.


They went home, the three walked away from Nabil's house, Faris seemed to display his cynical smile at the corner of his lips. Finally soon he was free, from the pretense of himself being kind and also pretentious.


"Finally tomorrow I no longer need to pretend, and we'll see, you'll make me suffer!"


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~Connected.