Not the Hope Husband

Haircut

Viona's steps stopped. Then looking. "Just like Fatir, Pa!"

"Where from?"

"Let's take the ring," Viona answered lazily, then continued her steps.

"Good, he sent, Pa. .. to make sure Viona's safe home." The wife's timpal approached.

Viona dropped her body on the sofa. Glanced at the bag he had just brought. "Eh, what is this?" pulling a paper bag containing women's underwear.

Viona's forehead frowned. "Whose owner? the feeling of not buying." Then it came to mind when Fatir showed it to him.

"What did Fatir buy for me? shame." observing one-on-one. With a lacy look beautiful. "But who is that maybe?"

Viona tidied the groceries into the closet. Keep leading her steps to the bathroom, washing her tired-looking face.

After that, he prepared for a break, tomorrow morning had to be active as usual, and happened to be in the office again a lot of work as well.

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The night was getting louder, the atmosphere was quieter and the cold weather enveloped Fatir's body who had just come down from the ojek. Entering that simple house.

Adam and Sidar just finished eating, and continued to open the groceries from Viona. Each opened a paper bag, looking at its contents.

"Mas, is this Mas?" call Adam and Sidar.

Fatir was sitting cross-legged in front of his two brothers. "Four of these pockets have Mas. And these two pockets belong to mother and Heshah. That makes you both. The sandals and shoes too."

"Well .. good with his shirt, his pants." Sidar muttered, try it immediately.

"There's the shirt too. Sendal and shoes are also good and fit the size. A lot of money, huh?" Adam looked at his brother.

"Given me a pretty mbak earlier, Mas?" Sidar.

"Yes," Fatir nodded. "That's a sweater dress for the condangan," said Fatir. "Yes, you like it?"

"Like it, I love it." The two Fatir sisters replied enthusiastically once.His face looked happy

"Good is it."

"But, Mas. Where do you make the conversation?" Adam looked curiously.

"In a few days, you must accompany the married-Mad"

"What's? get married! same who?" both asked in shock. Suddenly Fatir wanted to get married. To the shock of his two brothers.

"I know, it must be the same as that beauty?" Sidar.

"Then anyway? Do you have a boyfriend, Soraya's mom?" Adam did not believe.

"Sidar's guess is right, Mas wants to get married to the same mother who was." Fatir. His hand shifted the paper bag.

"Soraya's mother how is Mas? have you guys broken up! I suddenly want to marry the mother who was." Adam never thought.

"That pretty boy, so good. It's Adam." Tymphal Sidar. Adam looked at him.

"Yes, you've brought and kept your things. Rest," said Fatir.

"Mas hasn't answered. Why get married with mbak earlier, while Mas is still dating mbak Soraya?" adam asked, he was determined to know the answer of his Mas.

Fatir took a long breath. "Mas is a lot and will owe him more Dam, you know. How much is Hesya's admistration in care now? do you have Hesya sick at home without treatment?" the voice of Fatir Lirih. Adam also nodded.

"All right, I'm tired." Fatir got up from his seat. Bring a paper bag into the small room.

Next day. Early in the morning Fatir helped his two younger siblings who happened to have not been busy learning to help some make sales. Even if it opens at 10 noon. But be prepared from now on, let's relax later.

Finished making spices, Fatir rushed to take a bath, wearing the one outfit that Viona bought yesterday.

"Gee ... I look handsome, put on that shirt." Praise Sidar. Look at Fatir's appearance.

"Oya, sorry. Not having a dime" said Fatir, with a smile on his face.

"No need to change Mas, just sheet," Adam replied.

"Ha hah ..." Fatir laughed out loud. At about 10 o'clock they started to sell.

Thank God, from the start to open, there are many buyers. Queuing. Sidar himself helps Fatir in chicken noodles, Adam sells his own cassava next door.

Until the promised time. Viona also came to pick up the three of them, the merchandise was temporarily closed.

"Are you ready?" viona asked Fatir who was standing in front of her.

"Well, are you leaving now?"

Viona nodded and shifted her seat. Fatir replaced him with driving. "To the Mall yesterday?"

"Mas, can you drive?" ask Sidar.

"Can!" sahut Fatir without looking.

"Wah ... great dong, I also want to learn to drive," said Adam.

"Hem, just learn." Fatir stays focused.

"Have you eaten yet?" viona asked, looking back.

"Oh, beautiful mother. Fatir who hasn't eaten." Sidar turned to the Fatir who was driving.

"Mas, if busy like to forget to eat. Though what is difficult to eat there, if you do not have time to go home." Adam's Tymbal.

Viona looked at Fatir for a moment. "Yes, before going to the salon you eat first huh?"

"We both ate at Ma'am's house." Adam and Sidar looked at each other.

"No pa-pa, just eat some more." Viona took a deep breath then she exhaled gently.

Not long on the street, they walked into the Mall yesterday and Viona took the three men to eat at the restaurant.

"Em, Adam and Sidar come in first." Viona said looking at her two sister-in-law candidates.

Both also according, go first to find a comfortable place.

Fatir was standing near Viona who was somehow looking for what was inside her bag.

Viona is looking for perfume. Then sprayed it into his hands. Then he sprayed onto the body Fatir front back.

Fatir did not expect what Viona was doing at the moment. Knocked his eyebrows. "You huh?"

"Em, not Mas. Let it smell better." Viona put it in the bag back. Viona walked in, first following Adam and Sidar. Both sat facing them.

"Please order some food" said Viona. After coming the resto officer thrust a menu list.

Fatir just bengong staring at his two younger siblings who chose the menu.

"I'm sate kambing, same oxtail soup." Pinta Sidar ordered first.

"I gurame goreng ndak use lalapan and rib soup." Adam's Pinta.

"What message do you want?" Fatir glanced at Viona who was busy with her phone.

"Me, don't eat. Still full." The answer.

Fatir. "I. .. iga soup."

"That's it, Mas? not to add anything else!" ask the resto officer.

"No, that's all."

Silent!

"The same mother wants to get married, but only rich foreigners. Chat, there's no romance." Chirps Sidar.

"Hus, you can't be friendly. Not halal." Reply to Adam who disagrees with his brother's words.

Viona turned to the flat Fatir.

"Yes, he he he ..." Sidar smile knot.

"God, the food has come. You guys eat first." Viona pointed at the food that had already come.

The three young men ate voraciously, joking, laughing. Especially Adam and Sidar. The most mesem doang.

Finish the meal, go straight to the salon, get the three men's hair cut.

"Well, cool is the place. Adam, Sidar wants that rich hair, that's in the picture." Sidar direct recuis.

Adam observed every hairstyle plastered in the picture. "If only I wanted this one." Pointing pictures.

Worker nodded. And immediately the execution of both, of course with the hairstyle they want.

"Sir, please hair this Mas in the papas a little and trim." Viona Pinta. After Fatir just silence, unlike his brothers who have their own initiative.

Fatir just followed what Viona wanted, after all he was confused about how rich hairstyles. Afraid of A, too, but Viona wants B. So it's up to Viona ....

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