Not the Hope Husband

Decisions

"Mass?" call Alisa to Fatir who is washing the bowl.

"Sir Alisa!" Fatir looked surprised to see Alisa who was approaching him.

"Over long we wait, there is a lot of people here."

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. What's up, Ma'am? I was worried about you, Mommy." Fatir stared flatly at Alisa.

"That's it, Mas Viona wants to talk. I can't help it, in the car. The car's over there, Vi's been waiting."

"But." Fatir looked around for buyers. But Sidar happened to come who brought lunch for Fatir.

"Alright, there happened to be someone who replaced me," pointed towards Sidar.

"It just so happens to be you." Alisa smiles happily. At least Viona and Fatir chatter will not interfere with the sale.

"Sidar, Mas there needs to be a minute. You waitin ya? and serve the buyer well." Pinta Fatir to her sister.

"It's lunch, Mas Fatir." Sidar pointed to the one he was carrying.

"Yes, keep it in the cart. It will be back." Then Fatir and Alisa walk to meet Viona.

Before entering, Fatir regretted the last cigarette and then threw away the bag. Just come in and sit in front. "Bak Viona has been waiting a long time? uh Vi."

"Nearly an hour," said Viona, he upheld his seat. Look at Alisa sitting in the back.

"Why not just meet, rather than wait," said Fatir who felt bad.

"Not good, Mas. Fear of disturbing." Reply Viona.

"Yes, anyway. But now there is Sidar who helps. Oya, what's the matter, Miss Vi here? though just call, let me come," continued Fatir with a bad taste.

Before continuing the conversation, Viona let out a long sigh. "Where is Mas? willing not," a glance.

Already expected, Viona will ask that. "God willing, if that's what Vi will." Real thoughts and speech are not in line.

Fatir breathed a heavy and long sigh. Viona who saw that immediately continued her words.

"I know, Mas has a personal life and I won't interfere in Mas's business. Whatever, I don't want to be regulated myself because I have my own limits. The point is, I don't want to be in a match-match with parents. I mending married by my own choice, even though it failed or divorced later," said Viona with a distant look somewhere.

"I'm just a small merchant, with no rank or property. I'm just a poor man" murmured Fatir again.

"I married the same. Because all I need is Mas status, my family wants to transfer all company assets to me. When I got married, and they sued as soon as possible. Otherwise I'll be betrothed to her choice."

"Keep, how should I go?" netra Fatir's eyes stared at Viona.

"This afternoon, I have to see my parents. Say that Mas will marry me," Viona explained, taking a check with 50 million, she gave it to Fatir.

"What's this?" Fatir.

"That, make Mas's hand, if my parents ask him to make the cost of getting married later. Sorry a thousand sorry if my parents look down on me." Viona. "After marriage, you can divorce me."

Fatir was stunned looking at the check. "That means this check has to be cleared first?"

"Yes. Put it into Mas's savings," said Viona.

Meanwhile, Alisa in the back is busy snacking and chatan with her husband. But the ears are listening.

Fatir, put the check paper in his pants pocket. ''When should I meet Viona's parents?''

''Tonight, same mas Darma aja,'' said Viona while looking back.

"Ready, I am also ready to do nganterin" said Alisa

"No, your time is up now. Time for your son I take, so tonight I borrow Darma mas only. Okay, Miss Alisa?" said Viona with a sitting position facing towards Alisa.

"meaning?" viona asked interrupting Alisa's words.

"Yes, I'll get that spicy word from the future-in-law. He he - he." Alisa nyengir's.

While Fatir was stunned, he did not believe what he was going to do. Want to propose to a woman he just knew, while his own lover. I don't know, how to go ahead.

Finally Viona came home. And the decision is about seven o'clock at night Fatir is waiting at Viona's house, and Fatir is coming with Darma.

Fatir returned to his place of sale. Sitting on a bench while daydreaming, accompanied by a cigarette. While enjoying a cigarette, throw smoke from his nose. He remembered when he was removing cigarette smoke from his lips. Viona doesn't like the smoke. So Fatir stopped smoking that cigarette, he looked at it for a moment. Sighing he turned off the cigarette, he put it in its place.

"Mas, haven't eaten yet?" ask Sidar who is now sitting next to her brother.

"Oh, not hungry yet. Just eat with you, I don't want to eat." Fatir's Mumbling.

Sidar stared at Masnya very closely. "More thoughts huh?"

The fatir who sat leaned forward. With both elbows on top of his thighs, his sister looked over. "Yes, but don't worry. And don't think about it."

Sidar nodded. Although his heart felt sorry for Fatir who had replaced the role of the father who had long gone. Fatir is like a father who bears the life of his son and wife.

"Mass?" call Sidar.

"Why? money for that payment, yes! just grab it." Fatir got up from his seat, walked closer to the drawer. Took some money to pay for Sidar's school.

"Here, make school pay, and make provisions this week," Fatir's hand gave some of that money to Sidar.

"But, Mas. If you make provisions, it's usually also every day?" Sidar was astonished. Because not usually Fatir gives provisions for one week.

"No pa-pa, this week I give you one week. Just accept it, keep it fine. Let's get one week." Fatir gave it to Sidar's hands who looked hesitant.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks, Mas?" said Sidar while putting it in his pocket.

Then Fatir moved. Serve the buyers who come. In the heart murmuring. Hope it runs out soon, so he leaves later in peace. Not leaving the job. After seeing the sale a little more. Fatir set his eyes on the younger brother.

"Mas wants to go home first, be ready to go."

"Mas, where are you going? not to the hospital, come with dong." Sidar stared fixedly at the brother.

"No, I have important business. If you are the same Mas Adam want to go to the hospital just go, the cost take it all and buy a side dish for dinner. Tell mom that Mas is having an important business and ask for his prayer" said Fatir.

"What is Mas? rich is important." Sidar looked curious.

"Little boy, don't ask much," Fatir's hand ruffled Sidar's hair.

"This one, I've grown up. Not a child." Gerutu Sidar while tidying his hair that was a random Fatir.

"Here you go, go home first. Make the sale, will you?" fatir said as he led his steps down the alleyway leading to his small house.

At this time Fatir was in his house, directly entered the bathroom to clean. Continue to choose clothes that make him confused when he saw the clothes in the closet-that's it.

Finally he decided to wear a batik shirt that happened to be tucked in the closet with black material pants. "Here it is, let it be simple that matters clean." Inner Fatir.

Taking a comb and tidying up her hair, briefly looking at herself in the mirror. Sighs long. "So I'm going to exchange myself for money? where's your pride Fatir?" he pointed his chest at the mirror.

"But .. This is all for the sake of my family, for the care of my sister. Not for me personally and whatever it is when it comes to my family, of course I will. For their happiness." Fatir's Mumbling.

He took his steps into the kitchen looking at the magicom there was no rice. Fatir washed the rice and sowed it first, the side dish was only 3 eggs. Fatir momentary bengong. "Let their side dishes buy themselves with the money they hold."

After locking the door. Fatir turns on the blue engine, yes it's the honda beat ....

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