Not the Hope Husband

Tau

"Mas, this is healthy. But ... Are you a smoker?" the doctor looked closely at Fatir.

Fatir raised his head. "Yes doc, but not a heavy smoker anyway. Just sometimes he he he he ..." Answer Fatir.

"Oh, that's the same thing as a smoker. Hopefully more reduced. For health," said the doctor with a smile.

"But there's no problem, Doc?" asked ifa Yani again wanted to convince her heart.

"Oh, no. No problem really, just have a history of hull?" the doctor looked back at the young man, Fatir

"Yes, doc." Fatir nodded, confirming what the doctor said.

"Eat him, reduce his cigarettes again, if the coffee anyway, do not seem to like coffee huh?" say again doctor.

"Coffee, not really doc! Cigarettes also do not interfere with the dock, as long as it is not burned!" fatir's murmur made the doctor laugh a little.

Then the doctor came home. Sorted by Bu Asri to the terrace. Below met her husband and stepson named Rumi, Sita's sister. Sita has a family and has a son named Aldi. While Rumi was recently divorced from her husband, Gegara the husband was unemployed.

"Viona why Mah?" tanya Rumi looked at Asri's mother who walked over.

"That's just a slobbery. Where to go?" ma'am Asri looked right and left.

"Oh, Sita to alfamart. ngantar Aldi whine on his way there." Answer mr. Rusadi. "That's what the chicken noodle man is doing upstairs?"

"Pah .. can not do that, Fatir has been checking health with Vi," said Ms. Asri meekly.

"In that case, Mah, should Papa call an office employee?" Obviously mr. Rusadi.

"It doesn't have to be that way either, despite the office work. There are still Pa's subordinates." Ms. Asri immediately rushed to the kitchen to find bi Ijah.

"Bi, bring warm tea water for Fatir as well as the cake. Kasian from earlier in winuin.

"Okay, sorry Madam. Aunty was busy, but there was something that Non Rumi told her. Okay, now Aunt bring it." Bi Ijah immediately garcep made the master pinta.

"Yes, that's why I'm telling you now." Bu Asri left bi Ijah. Walk towards his room.

Fatir is in the guest room next to Viona's. He was riding the maghrib prayer on oma which was still in Viona's room.

Netra eyes Fatir circled the room that looked spacious and luxurious. Then he got up and folded the prayer mat, he brought back his steps out of the room.

Fatir stood at the door, hesitating to enter Viona's room. The door was half open, he was stunned and then waved his footsteps about to sit on the sofa.

"Son Fatir, why don't you come in. That warm tea is inside," Asri's voice startled Fatir.

Fatir did not sit down, but followed Asri's steps into Viona's room, where the master was still asleep. The glint of sweaty water adorned Viona's temple and neck.

Fatir was sitting on the sofa while his eyes were looking for the whereabouts of the oma that was not there. "Oma where's Auntie?"

"Oh, oma's in her room." Reply to Asri. "Drink the tea Nak Fatir!"

"Oh, yes. Thanks?" fatir said, then took a sip, his eyes fixed on Viona who had not woken up yet as well. His heart was riled up, wanting to go home soon. It feels bad for a long time there.

"Tante, I want a pa-"

"Okay ... Why the bride-to-be?" alisa's voice cuts off Fatir's words.

Alisa came because she got news from Asri's mom that Viona was sick. Then Alisa came with her husband, Darma.

"Son Al, he said it's too tired." Answer ma'am Asri. "After taking sleeping pills, let the medicine react."

"Oh, how's aunt?" Alisa cheered at Asri's mom, then hugged, kissed her right and left cheeks.

"Tante, good Al. Darma boy, sit down!" asri invited Darma to sit down.

Darma. Looking towards Fatir. "You're still here?"

"Yes, this is coming home too." Answer Fatir.

"It has. Just come home later, don't bring a bike, right?" Darma looked back at Sanga.

"No" said Fatir. Back to the tea.

"I did not feel good for long here, the difference of Dar, let alone the same about Rusadi. His eyes are not friendly." Bisik Fatir's.

"What's important is that the others are welcome to you. Don't mind much, all this wealth belongs to oma Yani and her descendants. Ghosts like Rusadi are also just hitchhiking here," Darma's voice was very slow. His eyes were fixed on Asri and his wife who were talking.

"Ah, you know Dar." Fatah.

Viona woke up, opened her beautiful eyes. Waking up in shock with Alisa's voice. Then his eyes circled the entire room and immediately met the eyes of Fatir who happened to see him, briefly looking down.

"Hadudududu .. This is the candidate for manten why? don't hurt dong, the day after her H. Sick time!" alisa mixed with jokes.

"Basic. What do you think, the pain told me first! if the culprit I immediately refuse." replied Viona with a hoarse voice.

"Where, it's kind of better now, right? Waiting the same way." seduced Alisa while pointing towards Fatir with her chin.

Viona's eye bead was perfectly wide on Alisa. "What the hell?" then flick the blanket thick, down on the floor.

Ms. Asri smiled hearing Alisa who teased Viona. Oma Yani came over and smiled as her two eyes saw that her beloved granddaughter was awake.

"Where is Oma's grandson healthy?"

Viona who wanted to enter the bathroom turned her head. "Yes, Oma. I'm doing better." And then it's gone behind the door.

Fatir stood up to Asri and oma. "Oma, Aunt. I said it first, not good to sell. Too long. " Pampit Fatir.

"Okay, thank you, Fatir brought us home. We'll go home later, we'll have dinner first" said oma Yani.

"Yes, Son Fatir don't go home. Before dinner. Bi Ijah has prepared a meal." Ms. Asri spoke softly.

"But-"

"Later with us" said Darma.

The look in Alisa's eyes led to Fatir. "Where is this? not Temenin ayang, already know sick. Even in staying, how the hell? it's bad."

Fatir lowered his gaze, in the end raising his face back while mesemizing. "It's not halal, Al. There will be problems later."

Alisa nodded slowly while saying. "Em .. Yes, top." Raised thumb. Directed to Fatir.

At last. Fatir went home and chose ngojek only, rather than waiting for Darma and Alisa who might still be long.

Fatir hurried with his steps, walking out of the mansion. But in the middle room met with Mr. Rusadi who was sitting relaxed, he also approached and say goodbye to Mr. Rusadi. Although his attitude is not wearing, he should respect it.

"Go, you're nobody here!" said Mr. Rusadi with a tone that is not wearing the heart.

The deg!

"This, candidate Vi huh? handsome too Pa. Draw it with my Mas," staring cynically at Fatir, with his hands on his chest and feet stepping. Looks swagger.

Fatir just nodded respectfully, then passed from that place. Do not forget to say the greeting that Mr. Rusadi replied with a ketus.

Viona came out of the bathroom with a fresher face. Walk near his bed. And Alisa was still sitting there.

"Hugely long in the bathroom? let's go home noh." said Alisa while mesem.

Viona's eyes glanced at the place where Fatir was sitting which was now empty. "Let's. To his house."

"Eh Vi's. When you get married, do you want to live here or in an apartment? bokap mu it richly do not like Fatir," said Alisa slowly. Coincidentally there are only three with Darma.

"Remain in the apartment? there are also plenty of empty rooms here. Strong gratitude, not strong? yeah leave it, simple." Viona replied while shaking her shoulder.

"Huus, don't do it. Nysel loh." Alisa shakes.

Darma. "Not wrong. He was quietly drifting tablets, so the girl he nempel continues. It's still years long."

Viona stared at Darma, wanting to ask about Fatir. But his tongue felt faint to speak, the sound of footsteps so loud that it sounded from outside the room ....

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