Not the Hope Husband

Wagon Seller

Viona smiled happily. Soon he will be the sole heir of the Grandmother. If he is not married, he automatically does not get the full rights of his family's property.

"When is Fatir ready to marry my granddaughter?" search bu Yani. Stare sharply.

Darma and Fatir looked at each other. Then Fatir turned his head towards Viona, the beautiful woman seemed to comment on a smile. "Acquently Oma. I want it this week." Fatir. Look at the people who are there in turn.

"What's this week too?" viona's family looked shocked. "Not wrong with that?"

"Ups, why are you so surprised? it is only natural that they want to be quick. Maybe they want ahem-ehem soon, right if it's a free marriage." Timpal Darma while playing his eyebrows.

Fatir turned towards Darma. With a flat gaze, he thought Darma's speech made sense as well. Darma is relaxed.

"What if they're not strong? doing it before marriage, we as parents or family will also sin not. Because when they want to get married we do not heed it, should something good that should not be delayed," said Darma long. While the Viona Family was silent.

"We are planning this week. Oma, Mama. Papa. marry us?" viona's voice was full of pleas.

A heavy sigh from Mr. Rusadi signifies that he is not at his destination for his daughter's marriage. The problem is that her candidate who makes her less agree, the time of a Viona will marry an ordinary man, while Asri's mother looks anxiously at her husband.

"Alright, but I as Viona's parents want to see your seedlings and her weights." Obviously mr. Rusadi.

Fatir looked towards Viona. He is confused, if Mr. Rusadi wants to meet his parents. While his mother does not know anything and he himself has not said anything to the mother.

"Mr ... Mas Darma knows the seedlings bebet and its weight Fatir kok." Bela Viona while glancing at Darma who immediately gave a nod.

"Right, I know this Fatir Om, I know Fatir's parents well. Including his late father." I'm Darma convincing.

"Alright, I decided that the show was 10 days away. And .. when will bring the money here. Because you have to take care of everything from now on, while the time is tight," said Mr. Rusadi staring at Fatir sharply.

"God willing, tomorrow afternoon we, me and Fatir come here to hand him Om," Darma replied and assured that he would accompany Fatir.

"okay." Mr. Rusadi nodded.

Silent!

Because there was no more talk, finally Fatir and Darma say goodbye to Viona and family. And Viona drove him to the car.

"We go first, Vi?" darma said, replacing Fatir who was silent.

"Yes, Mas. Be careful, say the same Alisa. Sorry to have borrowed Mas Darma these nights." Viona feels bad about taking Darma's time from her family.

"Ah, what the hell is the same word who. Evening at 22:00 pm, relax, it is with the support of Alisa too" Darma replied while nudging Fatir's hand who enjoyed his new cigarette he lit.

"What?" darma looked over in wonder.

"By the cake, farewell or what cake!" his voice was slow and stifled.

"Oh," Fatir muttered, then turned to Viona who was standing on her arm. "I'm uh I'm home first." Nodding.

"Yes, Mas." short.

Both of them entered Darma's car. And not wasting any more time. Darma turned the wheel quickly, before Darma and Fatir nodded their heads and Viona replied with a wave of her hand.

After Darma's car goes out of sight. Viona walked back into the house, just setting foot at the door had already found a sharp gaze from her family members. Especially from Rusadi and Omanya.

"Aren't there any more established men than Dewo? not a man like that, just a chicken noodle cart dealer. Still mending if the sale is in the Cafe or in the Mall, this is in the cart! falling is our pride." Mr. Rusadi started saying when Viona's feet were still crossing the door.

"Oma, listen to Viona, don't like to demean people! life is spinning, Pa. Oma, who knows tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we become poor and people we degrade to be rich? we don't know about someone's fate."

"Right too dear, Papa was also before marriage with Mama only had a motorbike. Boro-boro lives happily." Sambar bu Asri quipped her husband.

Mr. Rusadi's face was red, embarrassed by his wife's innuendo. But instead of accepting, he was angry. "Mama insinuated Papa? but at least Papa's not a cart seller. I work for a company and have a good career." Rigorously.

The eyes of Asri ma'am were glaring. "God ...."

"Here you go, it's night, it's good to rest." Lerai bu Yani while embracing Viona's shoulder.

"Thank you Oma." Viona returned the Grandma's embrace.

"I doubt that tomorrow he is not 50 million as agreed. He could have taken half or even smaller, I doubt it. Because where does he have that money? while he has to support his family," said Mr. Rusadi again full of doubts.

Bu Yani gawked at hearing that. "But ... Our money is a lot! why are we confused. Just parties, so that everyone knows the happiness of my grandchildren, so how to bother?"

"But, Oma. Better simple ajalah Oma, do not be big-gedean. The important thing is her sacred, Kan Oma?" Viona looked at her oma. No matter what the father says.

"Yes, honey. If you want, you can have a big reception. There's no need to demand money to bring the man, right, baby? beautiful grandson of Oma."

Viona and the mother nodded. Then they disperse, to their rooms.

Viona climbed the stairs to reach the second floor, where her room was.

Click!

After locking the door, Viona dropped her body on the super soft bed. Before going to sleep, his mind was floating around. Until finally the eyes were closed, and sound.

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Fatir who immediately met the mother in the hospital. Now he is talking about his plans to marry Viona.

"Is Fatir sure? we are just ordinary people, he wants to be fed what will be, Son .." said Ms. Afiah, Staring at her son.

"Mom, I want Sya healed. Whatever I'll do for her recovery." Fatir looked towards the brother who was weakly asleep. "I can't, Mom .. can't afford this expensive treatment. Let alone expensive like this, which I used to be overwhelmed, where to think about the education of Adam and Sidar as well."

Bu Afiah took a deep breath. Staring at his son, since his father died. Automatically all the burden moves on the shoulders of Fatir and Fatir kekeh, if his brothers must be highly educated. And his life must be successful, that's Fatir's intention towards his sisters.

As a mother, she can only pray for what is best for her children. His eyes saw the son who was approaching Heshiah's bed.

"Yes, Mom. Have you eaten?" look back at the mother.

"It has. Adam brought me something to eat for me." The answer.

Fatir nodded. He looked at the face of Sya who was now slightly bleeding again. Not as pale as yesterday.

The sound of footsteps that are so loud, decorate the atmosphere of a quiet night ....

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