Not the Hope Husband

New motor

"Helleh .. I will pay you, not you Rus. How did you protest?" bu Yani.

Viona looked at the oma and her conflicted papa. While Asri remained relaxed and enjoyed his meal.

"It's not my money, but let him try himself. Don't buy it, we'll eat it." Said mr. Rusadi.

"But I'm sure that my future daughter-in-law is not as bad as you think. He seems very responsible, the proof is that he always drove Vi home even though he was willing to rain on a motorcycle anyway," continued oma Yani back.

Viona hid her smile. His heart was happy to hear his oma defending Fatir with her own views.

"Fatir, there's a motor coke, oma. Most change wear with his sister's school." Viona Tympal.

"Tuh, right. That replacement?" oma Yani looked at her beloved granddaughter.

"Yes, sometimes make between orders as well" Viona added.

"Ah, if so. Oma was sure. Oma wants to give your wedding gift motor, make Oma's ghost. Point." Oma yani.

Asri just smiled listening to their chat. While Mr. Rusadi pouted, annoyed. Disagreeably.

"Vi, go first Oma, Mah. Huh." Viona kisses her third hand in turn.

"Okay, baby, be careful." Mother's message.

"Remember, we'll go shopping. All the way to the dealer?" peekik oma Yani stared at the back of her beloved granddaughter.

Viona turned her head for a while and nodded, then continued her steps. Go to the car, go to work.

Half of the journey. Viona parked her car, Ride Alisa who was waiting. Alisa can actually go alone anyway there is a car brought her husband work but different directions.

"Well .. is the face of the bride-to-be more radiant?" alisa said while putting on her seat belt.

"What? ordinary, please spread it out." Viona pointed at the invitation card inside the paper bag.

Alisa's blind eyes moved in the direction that Viona pointed. "Easy. Just throw it away, spread it, right?"

"Give up, you want to burn it too please." Added Viona while turning her steering wheel.

"Uh .. lash out, get more beautiful." poked Viona's chin.

"What the hell? it's not funny." Ketus Viona's.

"Cieh .. cieh, my heart is glad. Towards my bride, how carefree and beautiful." Alisa hummed while looking at the crowded street atmosphere.

Viona glanced at a glance with lips twitching a smile. "Yes, after work. Must nemenin shopping mama and oma."

"Oh, I was invited?" alisa looked at her best friend.

"If you want to come, then come along. Oy. Believe no? if oma will give you a wedding gift, a new motorbike. Who's trying to make it?"

"For whom? Fatir, the hell time? I swear I don't believe." Alisa shakes.

"Surely, even want to buy it later. Ask to be delivered to the dealer." said Viona assured.

"Kok, how easy is it if you fall in love with Fatir?"

"Where do I know." Viona put both her shoulders up.

"So easy, Fatir took oma's heart. But ... The heart of the bride-to-be has been stolen yet huh?" alisa said as she tapped her finger on her forehead.

But Viona gave no expression. He drives until he is at his destination. Alisa immediately spread Viona's invitation.

They, especially male colleagues. Half in disbelief Viona is getting married, while Viona is famous for her indifference to approaching men.

"Well ... very lucky, the man who got Viona, is already beautiful, rich. Conglomerate granddaughter, ah perfect." Gossiping Viona's co-worker in the office.

Alisa gave a smile, hearing their words about Viona.

Viona was already in her seat of greatness. And immediately began the activity that had been waiting for his hand.

After lunch hour. Viona's just gonna be back in the office for a second. Then straight home.

"If you want to go, follow me." Viona said to Alisa.

"okay, Non. I will follow ya! dah ..." Alisa's hand waved.

Viona rushed into her car. Oma Yani already wants to go to the dealer right now.

Arriving at home. Viona immediately cleaned up, this body in felt sticky once. 15 minutes later out of the bathroom and wearing a long stelan. Shirts and jeans.

"Come dong darling ... Oma was neat from earlier." Bu Yani was so impatient that she met Viona in her room.

"Yes, immediately. Vi wherever her hair stays pretty, Nak Fatir must be crazy about you." Bu Yani is proud of her granddaughter's beauty.

"No need to praise. There's a lot of money in Oma" said Viona with a smile.

"Bas with you, soon everything will be yours. So whoever needs something has to have your signature, without it zero."

Viona fell silent, then turned to look at the oma. "I mean Om?"

"Yes, everything will be in your name. There are no rights other than the company. Deposits, personal savings Oma you will hold. Oma hope you can keep it well, so as not to fall into the wrong hands. And Oma believes in you. So Oma wants the granddaughter of this oma to marry the right person to be able to take care of this granddaughter of oma," said ora Yani at length, her hand rubbed Viona's back.

"Oma, do any of Oma's brothers have any rights to Oma's property?" Viona stared fixedly.

"They are hibahkan Oma. So they have no right to ask again, only what will be yours" said oma Yani again.

Viona nodded her head slowly.

Then they both went down. Meet Asri's mom waiting downstairs.

"Why not come?" ask Asri when she is ready to leave.

"To dealers? oggahs. Oya Mah .. later buy Papa a nice shirt and tie. Shoes as well."

"Are you guys Pah?" timpal Viona glanced at the father.

"Lazy!" pa Rusadi.

"Yes already. Yu, Asri, Vi we're capcus."

"Due ... Oma, like young people, the language is slang." Viona.

"Well, Oma also does not want to lose to young people" said oma Yani while entering. "Vi, the driver's there. But you're still your own steering wheel."

"If you are lazy, Oma."

"Yes, Vi .. driver is. why are you tired of driving yourself?"

"Mamah, Vi told you to make it later if Vi lazy to drive himself. The driver was not idle as well, nganter papa to the office. Or send Oma, Mama, shopping or where it is," said Viona with eyes focused forward.

After some time, arrive at a famous motorcycle dealer in the City. Viona glanced at her omana. "Oma sure, would you like to buy a Vi motor?"

"Care assured, not for Vi. But make Fatir." The ora Viona.

"Yes ... But as Vi's wedding gift, right?" reset Viona.

"Yes, and Oma wants to be sent directly to Fatir's place. Oma wants to drive her there herself-"

"Where can, ma'am .. later the goods are delivered by the dealer directly." In the end, Asri's mom talks about grandchildren and this oma.

"I know, we'll wait there." Said oma Yani.

"Well, don't you want to go shopping after this?" Viona wonder.

"To where Fatir used to be, after that just shopping." Added oma Yani.

Viona let out a long breath. They also go in and choose a motorcycle that is right for men.

With recommendations from the male employees there. Finally it does not take long to find the item in search, a shiny black motor beat so the choice and the latest output items. Just a direct transaction.

And ask to be delivered directly to the address that has been given. Viona and Oma were also the mother directly slid to the Fatir sales place.

"You called first Nak Fatir Vi, said that we want to go there," Asri said.

"Make what? Let aja. The people aren't going anywhere Mah." Viona answered while driving.

"Yo wes, then. All Oma wants to taste his homemade chicken noodles. Delicious no!" oma Yani.

Viona did not answer again. He continued to drive his car, Asri and Oma Viona chatted something that Viona did not notice what it was.

Viona pulled over her favorite car not far from where Fatir was selling.

"Here's the place?" ask oma Yani. His eyes were circling the place around.

"Yes, Oma .. That's the guy." Viona pointed to a man who was serving a buyer.

Fatir was surprised, at a glance saw Viona's car with Mom and her oman there. He was nervous, his chest was pounding faster ....

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