Not the Hope Husband

Payday husband

"Vi, pinjemin money dong 10 million. I have something to pay." Rumi's voice that seemed to remain shameless continued to undermine Viona.

Viona stared intently at the older sister who, if she wanted, never knew the place, situation and conditions. "Sorry Brother, I'm not a running BANK. Everything needs to exist." Firm Viona.

"Vi, your money will not be reduced if it's just that." continued Rumi with a rather high tone.

"But this time there's no brother, sorry." Viona stared dislikefully.

Rumi looked back at the hate towards her half-sister.

"Rumi's. Do what anyway? anyway you don't see the icon, yes" Hendra's voice from behind.

Everyone looked towards Hendra. And Alisa and Darma as well as the others left the place.

"Vi, we're going home, okay?" say them all.

"Yes, be careful, thank you for coming." Viona waved her hand.

With a face that is bent. Rumi melengos passed away leaving Viona and Hendra as well as Fatir.

Viona sat on the sofa that was in the living room with the other family. Followed by Fatir and Hendra, Fatir sat not far from Viona while Hendra sat in front of Viona making free to continue to look at her.

"Oh, here .. apparently his reunion? meet the ex! great." The voice of a new woman came.

Hendra was surprised by his arrival. "Novi?"

The Viona family that was gathering exchanged glances with each other. This uninvited woman suddenly came to the place.

"You're married. But invite people's husbands, have no shame. Nyadar dong nih man is not a bachelor anymore, has a wife and children," barrage Novi, his wife Hendra.

Viona was silent with a broken heart. Here he is like a snatch of the husband of people and hit by an old wife.

Hendra stood up and pulled Novi's hand away from there. "What the hell are you? don't be ashamed here."

"What are you? go home from work, instead of going home and stuck here. Forgot to have kids and a wife?" sergeant Novi.

"Slow down your voice! don't make a fuss. Shame on!" hendra continued.His eyes darted and his jaw hardened which was clearly visible. Then the two had a big fight.

Everyone is silent, confused about what to do? because it's a household sphere, a personal matter.

Sita approached and tried to break up. "Sorry Ma'am, here Mas Hendra it includes my family his sister. And this is my papah's house, so what's wrong with us gathering here? we're still family."

"Elahh .. reason." Hardik Novi while walking away.

"Then Mas, your wife." Tell Sita.

Without further ado, Hendra caught up with his wife.

Viona let out a long breath. Then he turned to look at Fatir who looked confused. "Yu's up, Mas." Mah. Omas. Vi's tired of taking a break, huh?" turning his eyes to his family.

"Yes, baby, rest there." Sahut bu Asri and Oma Yani who nodded.

Both of them climbed the stairs. Towards Viona's room, Fatir is walking behind Viona. I was confused by the view of the conditions in this house.

Viona sat on the edge of the bed. Fatir went into the bathroom to take off her bridal clothes. Not long after that Fatir came out with a white T-shirt and shorts. Carrying a used clothes hanger just now.

Viona just glanced at the back of Fatir who did not want to pray where. After a few minutes of being stunned, she wanted to go to the front of the mirror to clean her makeup scars. But he stopped when he saw Fatir back.

Fatirs who feel tired and want to rest immediately. He approached the bed and picked up a pillow, which he took to the sofa.

"Where are you going?" viona asked when she saw Fatir take the pillow and stay away from the bed.

"I know enough myself that I am not a husband of hope and do not deserve to sleep in one place with you," said Fatir turned his head around to look at Viona who was still sitting on the edge of the bed and was still wearing her wedding dress.

The deg!

Viona was shocked to hear Fatir's words just now. And it sounded quite painful plus Viona's heart was still in a sensitive state like this, even though Viona just wanted to tell her to sleep in the same bed with him. Although there is no love or affection in his heart but nevertheless Fatir status is a husband that he should respect and there is no way Viona could have let Fatir sleep on the sofa let alone on the floor is not possible very good for Viona.

"What do you mean? yes you are not my expected husband and perhaps more precisely a paid husband! so you can't just do something without my permission, can you?" viona's puffy eyelids stared intently at Fatir and glazed back.

Finally, Viona cried bitterly again and her shoulders trembled with tears, both palms decorated with beautiful henna paintings covering her face wet with tears.

Fatir did not expect and regret that his words would make Viona's heart hurt, he sat behind Viona eager to touch Viona's shoulder and offered her shoulder or chest to immerse her face and calm her. But Fatir was so hesitant and did not dare to do it.

Fatir scratched his non-itchy temple. "Why should he speak so anyway, so he cried again, stupid the hell me," Inner Fatir cursed himself.

Indeed Fatir regretted what he had said, just hours after the agreement was held he had made Viona's heart hurt. Fatir grabbed a tissue and gave it to Viona to wipe away the tears that had spilled on her face.

Viona momentarily stared at the tissue in Fatir's hand, not the shoulder or chest that Viona had gotten to calm her down or stop crying. But only a few strands of tissue that he got from a Fatir Irawan.

In the end Viona took and swept across that wet face. "Basar has no feelings, the crying wife is not persuaded or anything else in diemin." Viona grumbled inwardly and then stood up.

"Sleep in the same place" Viona explained in a hoarse voice. He immediately entered the wardrobe to change clothes.

Fatir just stared at Viona's back without a word to say yes or reject. Seconds later his eyes moved towards the bed that was studded with colorful flowers. Try if the one who occupies a pair of brides who love each other will certainly feel very romantic, Fatir's lips slightly turned back so remember the lover.

Fatir tidied up the pillow he had taken and tried to lie down on the soft and sizable bed. Then touch his head on a pillow that is also very soft far from the one in his house, immediately he close his eyes that are already tired.

Viona who has been in the wardrobe for a long time is very difficult to open the dress that is still attached to her body. Zipping on the back is so difficult to slide right. What confusion should it be? ask for help with Fatir prestige.

But long ago Viona gave up as well, finally hesitatingly approaching Fatir who had fallen asleep on her side. "Mas, would you please dong?" Want to ask for help with other people home is not good, later in said to have someone in the room if a small matter just ask for help others.

The voice was heard in Fatir's ear so Fatir reopened his eyes. I immediately found Viona standing in front of him.

"Hem, what's wrong?" wake up and sit down.

"Eh, I'm having trouble opening my dress. Open it, please." Viona turned her back to Fatir.

Fatir bengong moment. Staring at Viona's back. "Huh ..." Fatir took his breath. Then it went down a few steps closer to Viona who was waiting.

"Dong Mas's spit," Viona's pinta seemed impatient.

With hesitation, Fatir's hand opened the zipper of Viona's dress. Viona's back was bright yellow, clean smooth. Clearly in front of his eyes. Countless times Fatir swallowed his Saliva staring at the scene before his eyes.

His male soul thrashed, his fingers dancing on the delicate and smooth back of the wife. His face approached sipping on his refreshing fragrance. Slowly her lips kissed gently on the skin of that part of Viona's body, making Viona close her eyes feeling the tremors in her body. No doubt electric shock was felt in the body of both ....

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Hi. .. I say hello again, accompany your leisure time by reading this story of Viona and Fatir.