Not the Hope Husband

Dreamed

Viona has arrived home. He was relaxing on the couch watching television. In the room wearing a short knee-length dress. Sleeveless, hair tied on top, left her tie neck perfectly exposed. Occasionally typing something on the keyboard of his smart object, ordering a wedding ring one made of gold and the other made of silver, with the same model.

Dropped with a smile on Viona's lips, he saw the model of the ring and the name that would be written inside the ring. Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door from outside.

"Non, the guest has arrived." Bi Ijah's voice from behind the door of his room.

"Yes, Bi .. I'm down for a while" Viona screeched while wearing a blazer. Viona walked towards the door. Not forgetting to turn off the television.

Viona leads her step down the stairs, from the top it looks Fatir and Darma is sitting opposite the father.

"How much is this?" ask mr. Rusadi. While taking the brown envelope from the table.

"That's, 50 million Om." Fatir replied with a bow. In his heart he admitted that the money was Viona's money. Not money from him.

Viona sat on the other sofa. In the milk by Asri and Oma Yani who just came and sat on the same sofa with the father.

Mr. Rusadi opened up and counted his money fearing less. "I count first, who knows less."

"Isn't he?" while Viona was embarrassed, her father showed his disbelief in Fatir.

Mr. Rusadi just looked at the envelope and the money at the table and counted it.

Viona's face was met with red in shame. While Fatir and Darma only fell silent with the view on Mr. Rusadi who was counting the money.

Silent!

"Pas 50 million. Just for you to know, huh? if this money is still a lot less. And that adds to our money, of course, and of course many times less."

"But I don't expect a great reception Om, quite simply that important wisdom," explains Fatir without hesitation.

"What, no need for a reception? where would the face of this family be if Viona's marriage is just simple or secretly, my son is not pregnant first right?" glanced at Viona who immediately glanced at her eyes.

"Well, what does Papah mean?" ma Asri looked at her husband.

"Yes, Papah fucked up." Viona Tympal. While Ms. Yani looked at her granddaughter, Viona.

Fatir and Darma looked at each other. They then shook their heads. Fatir did not want to talk anymore he chose to be quiet.

"I don't want my daughter's wedding to go unnoticed by the crowd. Dowry. How's dowry? what's the dowry." Mr. Rusadi asked about the dowry.

Fatir is ready to answer. But Viona answered first.

"It has. Pahs ... Vi requests a set of prayer tools. And the wedding ring is also in Pah's message." Viona did not want her father to denounce the dowry, which Fatir gave her later. Fatir has offered, only he himself chose it.

Mr. Rusadi looked at the astonished boy. "Just a set of prayer tools?" then turn your eyes to Fatir.

Fatir raised his face. "I've offered, but princess Om, ask for it. I'm just following."

"Vi, Vi. Why you only ask for that. Gold is the car, the house is. Oh yes, it is also impossible for him to give such an expensive item, huh? the money is just that!" mr. Rusadi smiled mockingly.

Fatir clenched his clenched hand that was clinging to the other hand. His face turned red, fortunately the color of his skin was not white, if only his skin color was bright it certainly looks clearly red. Resisting the anger, which he finally sighed many times to neutralize his feelings.

"I never dreamed of marrying your daughter, she herself asked me to marry her. If only he hadn't intervened to finance my sister, I wouldn't have married her." Inner Fatir, his eyes were fixed on the drinking glass on the table.

Viona was embarrassed by her father's words. The family does not know that the one who invites marriage is not Fatir himself, he did it as a condition, so that the cost of Fatir's sister he is responsible until it is finished. And for the sake of his obsession to be the sole heir. Yani group, while not being indebted to Fatir.

"Papa, said Mas Fatir, Vi said. Vi who asked for it, already Pah .. quite demeaning people!" Viona is upset with her father.

Feeling like everything is done. Darma and Fatir say goodbye. "Okay, it's night. And it seems like there's nothing to discuss anymore. We're going home." Darma and Fatir stand up.

"Cock in a hurry? Fatir boy, Darma boy eat first before going home." Prevent Asri's mom. Viona nodded her head in agreement with the mother's words.

"Yes. Asri is right, you should eat first, do not rush home," continued oma Yani staring at his former candidate.

Darma looked towards Fatir. Fatir who was impatient to go home shook his head. "Thank you, Auntie, Oma. You have to rush home, baby Azam nangis wanted to join his papah. Kasian, I'm waiting for my sister to sell" said Fatir, his hand greeting the Viona family.

"Yo wes .. if so," Asri smiled.

"May you be a successful man later, young man." Oma Yani's hand patted Fatir's shoulder.

Fatir's thin smile. "Thank you Oma." The two walked towards the door, Viona followed behind. Drive up to the hull.

"Thank you, Mama?" viona said to Darma and Fatir.

Darma. "Hopefully smooth."

Viona turned to Fatir who was playing her phone. "I ordered the ring, but I don't know the size of your finger."

"Vi, she's a future husband. Do not use me or you. It sounds very stiff, just plain with more relaxed words that if you need to call love to," ledek Darma while grinning.

Viona and Fatir looked at each other for a moment. Then the two turned their eyes in the other direction.

The Netra of Fatir's eyes leads to Darma's finger. "It's the same as Darma's finger." Pointing Darma's finger around the wedding ring.

Viona's bead turned to the one Fatir showed. Darma immediately removed the ring on his finger to try on Fatir's finger which turned out to be fitting.

"Alright, means the same. Okay." Okay." Viona nodded.

"Well you go in, Vi. happens to be the weather less favorable. Windy cold sembliwir." Darma got into his car, Fatir circled Darma's car and went in and sat down next to Darma who was preparing to drive.

Viona immediately entered, after Darma's car drove away from the place.

Mobi Darma kept breaking through the darkness, the night wind was so cold. The sky was a little cloudy indicating preparing to lower its load.

The wheels kept turning until not long after the car stopped in front of Darma's house which looked quiet. During the trip there was not a single conversation between the two of them.

"Fatir first, enter" asked Darma after closing the car door.

"I just went home, started drizzling." Fatir's hand grabbed the helmet from the handlebars of the motor. Then put it on.

"We ate first, and then you came home" continued Darma back.

"No, thanks. He said Soraya was in an accident so I'm going there for a minute. After that I just went home." Looking at the clock in his hand.

"Accident? what accident, who said?" investigate Darma while folding his hands in front of his chest while leaning against the car.

"He said, I don't know. Yu, I'll walk first, thanks?" said Fatir while advancing his motorbike at a very fast speed. Accompanied by drizzle that adorns the darkness of the night.

After some time the Fatir motorbike arrived in front of Soraya's house, the lover. Fatir came down and approached the door and immediately the door opened after Fatir said his greetings ....

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I really hope this novel will be more liked. At least the same as the novel entitled SKM. Hope likes.