Not the Hope Husband

Beach lips

The two sometimes run around and joke. Pursuing each other so looks romantic and happy. In a place not so far from Fatir motorbike, there is a car that was parked there first. Yes, Viona was already there.

On the beach, Viona sat pensively. His hands were relaxed above the knees. Enjoying the atmosphere of twilight, the sky began to redden. A gentle breeze greeted Viona's skin wearing a master blue short top and matching knee-length shorts, her favorite.

The bead of his eyes stared at the beautiful roar of small waves sweeping the beach lips that sometimes swept his feet. In the sky the dancing birds are very happy to enjoy the twilight sky.

At first Fatir did not see the existence of Viona. Viona also does not pay attention to the people around her, she focuses on enjoying the solitude that may soon end with a marriage bond, even though after marriage will not interfere with each other's affairs. But still the status he is a wife who at least has limits.

However, Viona can judge, if Fatir is a person who is responsible for the family. Perhaps also towards the wife, Viona took a deep breath and then she let go slowly.

At a glance, Fatir turned towards the woman with long, wavy hair, he was Viona who was sitting so dreamy as a henchman. Although from a distance and a glance, Fatir memorized that the woman was Viona. The figure of the woman who with a matter of days will be his wife.

The deg!

"Who is he here?" inner Fatir. He quietly continued to pay attention towards Viona.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Soraya wonder. Look at the lover.

"Oh, no. That's a beautiful wave." His eagle gave a smile. "Go home yu? it's late."

"Loh ... Mas, just came? not long ago." Soraya was disappointed.

"It's late in the afternoon, and Maghrib is too, right? I didn't ask your family for permission either, I got angry, I kidnapped her daughter." Fatir. His eye bead occasionally looked towards Viona who was so henchmen and occasionally also tidied her wind-blown hair.

"Iih .. I'm still missing. We rarely see Mas now," Soraya looked up. Look at the beloved heart.

"We're both busy, how are your legs?" netra Fatir's eyes moved to see Soraya's legs which were sprained at that time.

"It's healed." Soraya saw his feet.

"Well, we'll go home now to Maghrib." Take Fatir to pull Soraya's hand. Again his eyes glanced at Viona who was still in the same position.

Soraya could not refuse the lover who brought her home. "Pooch. Still at home too, next time here again huh?"

"Yes, God willing." Fatir muttered as he continued walking.

Fatir's wearing his helmet. With eyes fixed on Viona's car parked not far from where she was standing now.

By not wasting time, Fatir immediately brought Soraya home and immediately delivered to his home.

"Where is Nduk? the clock just came home," asked the mother immediately welcomed the arrival of her daughter.

"So the streets with Mas Fatir Bu," said Soraya approached.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't tell you first, because there's no plan ahead of time. Only Soraya came to find a place to sell." Fatir feels bad for his mother Soraya.

"Yo wes, nothing important you guys are back, Nak Fatir has delivered the mother's child safely."

"Son Fatir, here? we play chess with dad." His father Soraya waved from within.

Fatir nodded respectfully. And then came back, with reason. Afraid overnight.

"Have you come in, Mas?" Soraya clasped Fatir's hand tightly. His eyes were fixed on the face of the lover. "What's so weird about that? you change the fragrance oil yes, it smells more fragrant. Fresh, smells good again." Soraya snorted and smelled Fatir's changing body odor.

"Em, yes. Replace," said Fatir. a bit worried so the question again, understand Soraya is a kemal (maximum kepo.

"This the hell, like an expensive perfume, tumben?" frowned.

"I'm home first." Fatir immediately went who previously shaken at bu Siti and husband.

Soraya looked at Fatir's back with a heart wondering how he would smell his perfume and like an expensive perfume. He shook slowly.

Fatir who deliberately avoided, did not want to be interrogated just because of perfume doang. Fatir motorbike continues to drive until it does not feel arrived on the terrace of a quiet house.

"The kids don't seem to have come home from the hospital or just left." Fatir muttered as he opened the door, he went straight to the bathroom to clean and pray maghrib.

"Gee ... I'm sitting on the throne, where's the queen?" Sidar enthusiastically saw Mas who was sitting relaxed.

"You're home again?"

"Had it, he wanted to go there. Tasty bed-padded--"

"The atmosphere is also very soft. Make cool and sound sleep, but now there is also a soft sofa here. Ah .. good to sleep." Sidar cuts Adam's word. Then a selonjoran on the long sofa in front of Fatir.

"The sofa, it's soft. But the bed is still hard." Complain Adam.

"Thank you there," said Fatir flatly.

In Fatir's memory, Viona who he had seen on the beach sat daydreaming in solitude. Maybe Viona did not see the existence of Fatir at that time. "Have you gone home yet?" he murmured in the heart.

His two sisters look at each other to see the brother yamg anteng daydreaming. "Think what, Mas daydreaming?" ask Sidar.

"Mind the most Soraya who was just invited to go on a street with a screwball." Adam's Tymbal.

"No, Adam. Sidar knew that Mas Fatir was daydreaming, which Mas Fatir was thinking about at this time, must be beautiful. Today there are no meetings." Sidar knows.

Fatir is only Mesem. "You guys know it. Just think about Hesya and the hospital's mother." Elak Fatir. What Sidar said was true. Fatir's heart was a little angry.

Sider is calling Viona who was immediately picked up. "Where is mak?"

Viona: "At home. Why?"

"Ah no, Ma'am Beautiful This is Mas Fatir kangen-"

"Dar, what the hell?" Fatir silenced Sidar's mouth so as not to keep talking.

"Ec, um ...Mas Fatir kangen same m .. tub beautiful!" Sidar took off the hand that covered her mouth.

The phone was disconnected too. "Just be honest if you're the same as beautiful." Goda sidar's.

"Aren't you messing around?" threatening Fatir to Sidar.

"Mas, what about Soraya? she's still dating, don't you pick one of them!" adam asked, laying on the sofa.

"Okay, I'm confused too." Fatir took a long breath.

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Early in the morning Viona was ready to go to the office, with a deck of invitation cards ready to be distributed. Before leaving first breakfast that has been prepared by bi Ijah.

"Honey, where are you going today after work?" ask Asri to Viona.

"There seems to be no Mah. Don't know, why?" Viona looked at her mother.

"We have to shop, baby .. There's a lot for Mama to buy."

"Oma too, haven't bought a gift for you baby. By the way, what's the gift from Oma?"

"No need for Oma, Vi doesn't need anything." Viona.

"Oma, so think dear, what if Oma buys your wedding gift it's a motorcycle and it can be your husband wear. Kasian if he sent you yesterday should ngojek." Added oma Yani.

"What do you buy a motorcycle for, make Fatir everything, no. I do not agree," protested Mr. Rusadi on the sidelines of his meal ....

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