Not the Hope Husband

Gorgeous

"Let me see" said Sidar as he moved from his seat to walk towards the door.

Blake it!

After the door opened, an old man stood waiting for the door to open. "Uncle Edi? go in Uncle."

Both entered the house. And Mr. Edi was amazed by the little change in the house, he stood in front of the door circulating his gaze throughout the middle room.

From behind the kitchen door, Fatir and Adam immediately welcomed the arrival of his uncle, Edi.

"Sit down, Uncle? it is still early in the morning" Fatir said with a friendly smile.

Edi walked over and said. "Wah-wah, a lot has changed in this house," Edi's eyes were amazed let alone a glimpse into the kitchen that also changed.

"Ah, ordinary Uncle. Which aunt? why not come!" fatir asked while looking forward the next time his aunt was behind.

"That, your aunt didn't come. Knee pain, he said, so I'm sorry I couldn't attend or watch you get married. But, Fatir who do you really want to marry? if not Soraya." Edi looked at his nephew.

"No, Uncle. Not him." Fatir replied, then looked at Adam who was preparing to go and pick up his mother.

"Adam go first, Mas. Get mom."

"Yes, be careful, Dam?"

"Good, Mas." Adam went with a helmet and got on a new bike.

"Wow, the bike is new, great you guys," Edi shook his head in admiration.

Sidar came, served a cup of hot tea. "Please Uncle!"

"Yes, thanks Sidar. Oya Uncle's sorry hasn't had time to visit your sister in the hospital." Sorry sir Edi.

"Not what Uncle. Prayers, may they heal soon." Then Fatir received a call from Darma who said he wanted to go to pick up.

"Sidar, get ready there?" Fatir's word to his sister. "In a moment, Darma's coming to pick us up.

"Where is Mas Fatir going to bring?" ask Sidar.

"Em .. is in the paper bag. Not much, people come here every day, too" said the brother.

Mr. Edi sucked his tea slowly until it was finished. "Will no one come? neighbors maybe."

"No, Uncle. I don't want to trouble anyone else, it's just us" Fatir stared flatly.

About 30 minutes later. Darma's car is coming. And straight in. "Eh, there's Uncle. How's Uncle doing?"

"Good Darma. This Uncle so astonished at once amazed, seeing the changes in this house, a new sofa, a new dining table as well and just Adam wearing a new motorbike anyway. All new," said Mr. Edi shook his head in wonder.

Darma only smiled meaningfully at his uncle. Then Darma glanced towards the bright-looking Fatir. "Gee. Your face is radiant. It looks like a full moon on the moon."

"Damn it, I think the moon is shining, apparently only the dwelling. Hiding dong huh?" sahut Fatir shakes.

"Former pale. Can't sleep, can you? or ... spend time with the lover? spend the last time." Darma's voice was slow.

"Ngaco, what does that mean? original Dar. I couldn't sleep last night, until morning." Again Fatir shakes.

"I can't wait to get ahem-ehem with my wife!" Darma teased the young man who was now wearing the batik.

"indiscriminately. Ngaco by the way. Where's your wife?"

Fatir and Darma are a few years old, older than Darma. But their company is so close that it is not awkward to say despite the age of Darma above Fatir.

"My wife? it was at the event venue. From last night instead, I also came home alone from there."

"Your baby's in there too?" fatir's question made little sense to Darma.

"Yes, my wife's time, her son was left, was there a father?" Darma pat Fatir on the shoulder.

"Yes, that's how it is." Fatir chuckles.

"But the bed is still torn, ugly. Not replaced yet?" chirps Mr. Edi who ran out of sightseeing Fatir's house.

"What the hell are you? ngorging ah." Fatir protest disagrees with Darma.

"Eh, don't believe it. Just look at it later." Darma was confident while shaking his smile.

After a long time they talked. Adam brought back Afiah. The mother.

She smiled kindly at her husband's dead sister.

"How are you, Ma'am. Sorry I haven't been able to visit the hospital. My wife is sick too."

"Well, it's okay. Just do it." said Afiah. Then passed to be ready, his heart was indeed in pain. Considering brothers, especially the family of the husband who should be paying attention to his children even pretentious. For all reasons. He rubbed his wet cheeks.

Not long after, he returned in a different costume. The clothes that Viona said she bought, fit perfectly in her body. The hood is very comfortable as well.

"Hualah .. is very comfortable to wear. This time yes that differentiates the price." He muttered to Sidar.

"Yes, dong Bu. Expensive .. when else we feel the expensive ma'am, wait I work, still long anyway." Timpal Sidar while pulling his lips smiled widely.

Mr. Edi will be piggybacked on Adam. Darma, Sidar and Fatir are also her four mothers in Darma's car. The car went straight to Viona's house. And Alisa called her husband back.

"Where's Miss Alisa?" ask Afiah to Darma.

"My wife's already there, Mom. Friends place. Viona," said Darma.

"Oh, that. But are we not ashamed of his family?" said bu Afiah with an anxious tone.

"Look easy, Mom. Viona is very good, her mother and her oma also love Fatir. Fatir bought a new motorcycle! if they are evil, it is impossible to give gifts from before that." Darma reassured by continuing to focus on staring at the streets.

Fatir received a message from his sister. He said he would follow from behind. "Say uncle Lukman wants to follow Ma."

Bu Afiah looked at Fatir. "Mom hope you can leave yourself to them, son. Don't disappoint their kindness." Lirih bu Afiah.

"God willing, Mom. Please pray, ma'am." Fatir nodded and kissed the mother's hand.

"Of course, Son. I will definitely pray!" bu Afiah hugged her son with eyes dripping clear water.

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At the Viona residence, it was so crowded with the presence of relatives and relatives. If the invitation has not arrived, because the recipe will only start later at 14 pm.

Viona is ready with her bridal kebaya. Added to the bridal makeup that really makes everyone amazed at the beauty of Viona.

"Vi, you are so beautiful, O Allah .. there are many men who pursue you-"

"Pursuit? you think I'm a criminal in pursuit. Nothin' people, bad." Viona cuts off the words of Alisa who is holding her toddler, Azam.

"Ha ha ha .. You are so beautiful Vi. Many men like you, but you always close your heart" said Alisa unceasingly amazed.

Ms. Asri came in. "Masiah Allah ... Vi, very beautiful Mama's daughter," said Ms. Asri then hugged Viona lovingly and affectionately.

"Mama can do it." Murmured Viona in the arms of her mother.

Ms. Asri took off her embrace. Giving some distance between the two of them, staring fixedly at that one and only daughter. "Finally. Vi's gonna be a wife soon, be a good wife, baby." The voice of Asri bu rasping held back the taste of her scent. His eyes were already glazed.

"Is this mom sad or happy anyway?" viona asked as she moved her fingers rubbing the middle-aged woman's cheeks.

"Happy dong Vi .. no time," replied Alisa. Asri looked over and gave a smile.

"Hopefully Vi's choice, is the best man." Please Mrs Asri.

"God willing .." says Alisa. Viona and the person in the room. Like perias and the others.

The clattering footsteps were so loud that they approached Viona's room door and all who were there set their sights on the door ....

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