Not the Hope Husband

Not Khilaf

"That's it, thanks." Viona turned her body.

Viona's voice resuscitated Fatir's daydream instantly. "I-yes, you're welcome." Fatir looked down while rubbing his hands, feeling real once touched Viona's skin. He tried to hide his smile.

"Why? messem-mesem so, don't have a bad mind huh? even if we're married and sleeping in one place, it doesn't mean we can-"

"We interfered?" tanya Fatir stared intently.

"Yes. Don't you ever touch me!" reset Viona.

"If you are not happy." Fatir's lips grinned.

Viona's eyes glared, glaring perfectly. But he did not say anything else but to go to the wardrobe.

Fatir lay down again. continued his disturbed rest just now. While Viona changed clothes and then cleaned her face in the bathroom.

Then sit in front of the mirror. Look at Fatir's back lying down. "Huuh .." Viona's breath was heavy. It was a sighting all day. Where he could meet Hendra and hold her tightly. Make the heart calm and comfortable.

Her hennya daydreams Viona. until not aware that the time has shown at 23:00, then Viona moved and approached the bed. His hand took the bolster and he kept it in the middle between Fatir and himself.

The night passed by with a good sleep. Maybe because he was too tired. Making both sleep so sound and delicious.

Fatir's body wriggled favourably. Her eyes squinted at the place around under the dim lights both her eyes caught the figure of a beautiful woman in deep sleep. His beautiful aura was very visible, as he looked at the face of the woman who was now his wife. Many times Fatir swallowed his own Saliva.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the dawn adhan which flowed melodiously. Fatir took out his blanket. "Feelings last night don't wear blankets" he murmured Fatir.

Seconds later he went down intending to the next room to pick up the clothes stored there. But after arriving at the guest room Fatir's clothes were gone, he was confused. "Where's my paper bag?"

Fatir again dragged his steps back to Viona's room. "That's my scabbard, where are the others?" But Fatir did not bother he rushed into the bathroom to clean first. Towels in the bathroom are also there.

After salad. Open the curtains and look around the balcony for a moment to breathe in the fresh and unpolluted air. There Fatir spent a cigarette accompanying his solitude, having thrown away his muntung.

Fatir took his step back into the room. Standing in front of the door, he stared at Viona who had not changed at all from her sleeping position. Slowly he swung his wide footsteps and sat on the right edge of sleep. Near Viona lay.

"Hi ... Ma'am, awake? what time is it, not what morning prayers?"

"Hit ..."Viona squirms. Look at the window that is open. "Who the hell entered without permission and opened the curtains all? all the work in this room .. let me do it myself," said Viona while hiding her face behind a pillow, she did not realize that the one who opened the window was Fatir.

"Wake up Ma'am, don't pray what dawn?" repeat Fatir.

"Huh? you." Viona was aghast waking up while rubbing both her eyes. He hugged his blanket and realized that last night was his first night after becoming a wife.

Viona looked at the back of Fatir who was sitting on his back.seconds later saw his body that was still fully dressed.

"Why? in see? afraid that I will be caliph yes, hi hi hi hi," said Fatir ended with a small laugh.

"No. Who said I was scared?" Viona revealed her blanket was about to come down.

Fatir grinning. "If you are not afraid, we can dong if I ask for my rights and fulfill my obligations." Goda Fatir's.

Viona who was walking on the floor widened her eyes at Fatir. "Don't fuck around? watch out for that." Clenching his hands into the air. Hurry up to take her steps to the bathroom.

Fatir smiled at Viona's footsteps entering the bathroom. "How dare I touch you Miss."

Salam. Viona found Fatir asleep on the sofa, then she got up and crawled back up on a sleeping slap lying down and closed her beautiful eyes.

At about ten, Viona woke up and found that the sofa that Fatir had been laying down was now empty. Viona wakes up to clean up the room. "Where is that guy?" Mumbled. Then Viona called bi Ijah.

"Yes, what's wrong?" tanya bi Ijah stood near the stairs.

"Where is fatir? I don't see him." Viona asked looking towards bi Ijah.

"Em, I mean Non, Den Fatir huh? it's downstairs washing the car." Answer bi Ijah.

"Car wash?"

"Yes, Non. Below," continued bi Ijah back.

"Thus. Just have a warm tea. Oma had told him to have breakfast, but he replied, Non hasn't had breakfast yet."

"My kok? I obviously didn't wake up yet." Viona shook her head and went downstairs.

"New bride, just woke up" said Oma Yani and the mother who was relaxing.

"Hull ... Oya Oma, sleepy," said Viona while yawning.

"What the hell are you? my husband had not even gotten up since breakfast. Understand that he is new here, if hungry do not dare to eat alone, so Vi who should be attention. Kasian loh," said Oma Yani.

"Let it eat or not, just not these kids." Timpal pak Rusadi cynical.

"Pa, it can't be. Vi invite him to eat, baby, with you too. If it's not wrong to have a history of stomach, huh Oma"? Ma Asri looked at the mother.

"Yes, that's right," Oma Yani nodded. "So Oma asked for breakfast but refused."

"Yes, Vi approached her first." Viona moved from her seat on the sofa carrying a step towards the grounds.

Sure enough, Fatir was cool washing the car just to clean it.

"What time is it? why not have breakfast, if later you are sick I am also a bother." Obviously Viona was standing not far from Fatir.

Fatir's head turned and replied. "I don't dare, especially here ahead of you."

"I'm obviously still sleeping. If I don't have all day, don't you eat all day?" continued Viona.

"If you're not home, I'll go too. I have a holiday today, from tomorrow I will sell again. Most come home tonight here or if necessary I stay there," said Fatir without looking again.

"Damn." Viona slightly stomped her feet to the floor. "Buruan breakfast first, then the fall of lunch is not breakfast anymore."

Both eyes of Fatir stared at the departure of Viona who hoped she followed up for breakfast. Fatir also took his step after cleaning the car washing equipment just now.

Viona warmed up the already cold dishes. Fatir was sitting on a chair, Viona was presenting her right in front of Fatir.

"Watch your own house, don't wait for me. What if I don't exist?"

"I told you earlier. If you are not there, I am not in this house either. Especially when I sell," said Fatir while putting food into his mouth.

"It's up to you, after the bath. That's your wet shirt." Viona looked at Fatir's wet clothes.

"Hehe, I've taken a shower but my change of clothes go somewhere? there's only a scabbard."

"Why not?" viona's gaze turned towards the Fatir who was eating.

"What is sleeping can answer? anyways last night I kept the paper bag in the guest room," continued Fatir again.

"I keep it in the closet, a little bit of her clothes? at that time I bought a lot," said Viona while chewing.

"Here I am the most night. So what do I think brings a lot."

Viona was silent while enjoying her meal. He finished first, after sipping his drink. Viona left and said. "Bi, will you please sort it out? I'm gonna take a shower, sultry." Accelerate his steps up the stairs.

"Yes, No." Bi Ijah took Viona's old plate.

Fatir was finished, he immediately brought it to the sink with the intention of being washed.

"Den, no. Just let Auntie, Aden just take a break upstairs." Bi Ijah took over.

"Ups, if you look at the handsome as well, the stocky body," muttered a woman who stood up and bit her lower lip, admiring the figure of Fatir who was handsome ....

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