Not the Hope Husband

Prewedding

Tomorrow. Sales, Adam's handle, because Fatir is taking care of the marriage needs letter. In the village office where he lived.

Then Fatir is picked up by Viona to the office of religious affairs, registering their marriage both. After finishing at the office, proceed to the nearest wedding organizer. And there was already Asri and Oma Yani waiting for his arrival.

Fatir did not go down, he even bengong staring at the wedding organizer in front.

"Come, Mas's down?" take Viona who was standing near the door where she came out just now.

"What to come here too. It's women's business, I'm here." With malasability. Fatir just chose to wait in the car.

"Rarely going down? look around," asked Viona as she grabbed her bag left in the seat.

Fatir shook his head, "No need. Whatever." whatever." Back behind the wheel.

"Alright," muttered Viona directly walking towards the mother and her oma.

But not long after, Viona again approached, where Fatir was sitting.

Viona tapped on the windshield, right beside Fatir who was being shut down. "Mass? open it."

Fatir woke up and looked. Opening the door, squinting eyes held back the drowsiness. "What's wrong?"

"Pass with me, because you're asked to try on the bridal suit." Pinta Viona, once the door is open.

Lazily, Fatir came out. Walking in the footsteps of the woman who soon had the status of wife, when she arrived inside. Directly in suguhi statues that wear the clothes of the groom and bride who look beautiful and luxurious.

Seeing Fatir's shabby face, Viona immediately reprimanded. "What pillow face, what lack of sleep?"

Fatir who was looking at the statues turned his head. "Ha, Yes Ma'am, last night only slept 3 hours. At 03 in the morning just got home from the hospital."

"Oh, how's your sister doing now?" viona asked with eyes looking at the bridal outfit and touched it.

"No, it's improving." Fatir rubbed his face rough. His eyes are not playing. "Yes, said the mother, thanks for the delivery of food and fruit. Last night"

"Yes, you're welcome." Viona nodded.

Fatir kept yawning until many times, making Viona shake her head.

"Ck, wash your face there?" Viona pointed to the sink.

Bu Asri and Oma Yani were talking to the WO. Then we approached Viona.

"Honey let's dong try on his clothes? I can't wait to see it!"

Viona walks into the dressing room with her wedding dress in hand. With two types of clothes, one makes a contract and the other makes a reception. With pastel colors.

Viona asks, all in make up for a photo shoot. Hence both are equally in make up, and the result makes pangling every one who looks.

"Yes my goodness .. the beauty of Mama's daughter," his gaze was so admiring of the beauty of the princess.

Shooting time. Both still look awkward. "What the hell is this shoot?" whiskey Fatir.

"Make a prawed," said Viona briefly.

The two no longer spoke. In addition to following the orders of the photographer.

Oma Yani was so amazed by the beauty of her granddaughter, Fatir was the first to look cute, shabby, currently looking radiant and handsome. The aura of Viona and Fatir's beauty and good looks came out.

"My grandson is beautiful." Mumbled oma Yani. Surprised.

"Yes, ma'am .. beautiful," said Ms. Asri turned to her mother.

"By the way it was the guy I was kidding, shabby. It's also good to be taken care of." Said oma Yani.

"Mom, could've."

"Yes, later if you are married let Viona take care of it, so that the appearance is not too kampungan," said oma Yani.

Ms. Asri could only nod, agreeing with the mother's words about her former candidate.

Around 19:30 the new photo shoot was completed. After changing clothes. They were looking for food.

When the other messages. Fatir is dumb. Confused what message? want a message afraid of costliness.

"What message do you want?" viona asked a glance towards Fatir at a glance, then dropped her gaze back to the menu book.

"I don't know, confused," he said, scratching his head. "I'll just eat it at home." Half whispered.

As the person closest to Fatir, Viona clearly heard the sound of Fatir's stomach worms protesting for food.

Hearing Fatir's words like that, which is the opposite of reality. Viona took the initiative herself. "Oxtail soup 1, grilled chicken 2. Rice 2, huh Mas?" message Viona on the waiter while closing the menu list.

Fatir bengong aja heard Viona's order. Look at his eyes leading to the menu list book on the table.

"Son Fatir, you sell chicken noodles, right?" asked Bu Asri staring at the man who will soon become his ex. Fatiris.

"Oh, yes Auntie." Fatir nodded.

"Other times, Auntie take you to your base? want to taste," said the woman in front of him Fatir.

"Yes, Auntie!" sahut Fatir again nodded.

Not long after, the order arrived. Viona halved, her portion of rice, added to her plate Fatir. They continue to eat well.

Every now and then Asri and Oma Yani glanced at Fatir who was as greedy as a starving man. But they said nothing.

Viona glanced at the man beside her, Fatir was so greedy and looked hungry. Seeing the two pairs of eyes paying attention towards Fatir, Viona said. "Mas Fatir from lunch doesn't eat Mas?" while throwing a glint at Fatir.

Fatir looked up not to answer. "L-yes, there's no time for lunch." In the end, he also answered. As he remembered it was from the morning just eating fried noodles as he remembered.

"Oh, busy huh? don't forget to eat when you're sick, if you get sick. Who's gonna finance your family?" oma Yani looked at the young man.

Viona stopped eating. "I'm full, finish Mas. Not disgusted though. Honey if it's not spent, redundant." Viona turned her head towards Fatir who finished the chicken on his plate.

"Oh, yes. But can you take it not home?" whispered Fatir as his eyes looked at the two women who were in front of him.

Viona smiled, without looking she replied. "That's just eating here."

Finally Fatir nodded, and finished it. He wanted to take her home to eat at home. Pretty soup and chicken make side dishes at home only.

"Vi'll go to the toilet for a minute." Viona moved while carrying her small bag.

"Don't you linger, kid?" message Ms. Asri, looking at her daughter who was walking rushed to the toilet.

Stay, three at that table. Fatir was still eating, continuing to bow unconcerned with the two women who continued to observe him.

"You, when will you introduce us to your mother. Your family?" tanya oma Yani stared intently at Fatir.

Fatir raised his face. Looking at the oma and Asri who were also staring at him. "My mom's waiting for a sick sister."

"ill? what pain!" asked Bu Asri and oma together a little surprised.

"He .. has cancer." Fatir answered while abusing his last bribe.

"Your sister or your mother?" asked a little oma put her ears well.

"My youngest sister Oma."

"How many years is your sister?" ask Asri's curious.

"Em, about how many forget, if not wrong about 13 years," he said while standing. "I'm going to the cashier first."

Both women were dumb. Until finally nodded.

While walking, Fatir thought there was enough money in his wallet to pay for a meal at this restaurant? hands reach into his pants pocket. Take a shabby wallet ....

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