Not the Hope Husband

What pellets

''It turns out that this is the business of the husband of a CEO .. only small sales like this? what is capable of giving a wife the right to deserve." Dewo shook his head while clapping his hands.

"What's your business? I want to do what is important halal, and not ask for the same people." Fatir.

"Ha ha ha .. poor aja belagu, ups forget. Now he's the husband of a wealthy CEO, really, really. Forgot." Dewo chuckled, laughing at Fatir.

"You're here to buy my sale or what?" Fatir stared intently at Fatir.

Dewo walked back and forth with his hands folded in his chest watching Fatir serving the customer. "I'm curious. You use what pellets anyway? how can Viona want to be with you, what the hell is worth expecting from a man like you?"

Fatir closed his eyes. It appears that his jaw is hardened to resist the annoyance, receiving insults from Dewo.

Dewo keeps babbling. Until he said that Fatir tasted first, so married was spelled out in such a short time.

Almost all of Fatir's limbs were shaking, itching to do something that could stop Dewo's ravings.

"Same to me hi. .. You've slept with him, right? before marriage. That's why he wants to marry you poor man." Dewo's hand slightly pushed Fatir's right shoulder. Dewo is not fatir gubris.

"That's my business, want black to white she's my wife. Want me to sleep before or after that it's my right, you're not who Viona is." Fatir answered calmly.

If only it was daytime. Dewo's face must have turned red. Resisting the anger. "Heard ya? it was supposed to be Viona's husband to me, not you." Stare very sharply.

"Hem, I don't care. Because what matters now is that I'm Viona's husband. Obviously Mr. Dewo. Mr. Rusadi's choice is not at all Viona lyrics at all." Fatir turned his lips.

Fatir turned his back on Dewo who ignited his emotions. The flapped hand was intent on hitting Fatir's back neck, but with Fatir nimbly dodging and catching Dewo's wrist with a slight twist, Fatir locked Dewo's hand on his own back.

Dewo grimaced, grimacing in pain. Quickly Dewo intends to kick behind Fatir's foot goal, but more quickly with the move Fatir dodging.

"Don't mess with me. Because I can also act more rudely than you." Fatir threw Dewo's hand.

Dewo's getting angry. While pointing towards Fatir, Dewo said. "Wait for my revenge."

Then Dewo got away and entered his car. Leaving Fatir's place. Fatir was stunned to see the passing of the Dewo car.

After the trade is up. Fatir took care of it and kept things to his house.

Adam had gone home, bringing the leftovers home. "Where are you going?"

"You go to Viona's." The answer. While wearing his helmet.

"Not eat yet?" sidar looked at the brother.

"No. There are still ingredients in the kitchen." Fatir asked back.

"Eh .. rice, and the side dish is still there Mas." Sidar is back.

"Yes, I'm gone first." While passing the motorbike to go home to Viona.

Fatir's motorbike cut through the streets through the darkness. Running under the blackness of the starless sky. Keep running down the street. After some time Fatir motorbike arrived in front of the gate of Viona's house.

"Young Master's night?" scurity nodded respectfully at Fatir.

Fatir bengong's. "Master?" his head shook, but did not forget to return the greeting with a smile.

Fatir stepped his wide legs into the house that felt lonely. "Oma hasn't slept? it's like this." Glancing at the watch in his hand.

"Young man, you just got home? Oma hasn't slept yet there's work." Opening his reading glasses.

Fatir kissed the hand of Oma Yani who was busy with files on the table and lap. "It's Oma's night, it's good to rest first. Tomorrow can be continued again."

Without waiting for an answer. Fatir took the file from Oma Yani's hand and settled with the others. Help her stand up and lead her to the room. Oma Yani is getting Fatir's treatment.

"Oma there's still a lot of work for young people."

"Can tomorrow Oma. It's time to rest." Fatir laid Oma on his bed. Covering up the shoulders.

Fatir file save on the nightstand. "Oma there's a grandchild, why not ask for help with him, don't do it yourself. Oma it's worth a break."

"Ah this you, Viona is busy .. let alone from now on and forward she holds the company from the center until its branches that Vi handle. And this is Oma's last duty" said Oma Yani.

Fatir was sitting on a chair near the table, his hand picking up a file then in his pocket for a moment. "Oma is sleeping! tomorrow will be his job." Fatir kept the file back in its place.

"It has. You go up there? your wife must have been waiting. Oya don't forget you eat first" Oma Yani ordered.

"I don't think he's waiting for me. The one who doesn't want me Oma." Fatir is standing up.

Then Fatir walked up and closed the door to Oma's room and climbed the stairs to Viona's room.

After entering. His eyes immediately found Viona who was struggling with a laptop on her lap. "Not slept?"

"It has. It's sleeping again!" answer's short.

Fatir's smile expands. Then hurry to the bathroom.

Viona's eyes moved looking towards Fatir who was going to the bathroom. "Not showered?"

"Not yet" he answered while standing without looking.

Not long after Fatir came back wearing only a towel. Look at Viona who is still busy with her laptop. "Where are my clothes?"

Viona's head moved to look at Fatir who seconds later turned her gaze a directional abnormality. "It's in the closet."

"Ec ... What if I open it?"

"Just open it." Viona replied without looking at it in the slightest.

After opening the closet and looking for her clothes, Viona peeked for a while. "You sleep in your pajamas."

Fatir turned his body. "What if the t-shirt? similarly, I am also used to not wearing clothes when sleeping."

"Aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Yes," Viona briefed.

"There may be no heat there AC. It's cold in here." Added Viona.

"Alright Non," muttered Fatir his hand taking the hanging pajamas. "I don't feel like I have these pajamas, where are you from?"

"It's my Papa's," Viona's tail swerved. "Buy it. Used time."

"Oh, thanks?" fatir smiled.

"Don't GR? I'm not a concern but I don't want you to be a cat, especially when you're here." Ketus Viona's.

Fatir's face changed drastically. "okay."

Viona's eyes are so serious on her laptop screen. By sitting leaning back and feet slouching.

"Yes, his leg still hurts?" fatir's search just remembered that Viona's leg was blisters.

"Have used the ointment."

"Still sore?" ask Fatir back.

"Bi Ijah's back home" she said coldly.

"I can flinch, want me to flinch?" tawar Fatir's.

Viona looked at it for a moment. "Can you?"

"could. Then don't want me to flinch."

Viona thought for a moment while squinting her eyes next to her. "Not mode, right?"

"Mode? that means! what's the mode, I don't dare" said Fatir as he lay and turned his back on Viona.

"He said he had a massage, but what was his sleep?" viona was soft.

Hearing Viona's murmur, Fatir's lips revealed a smile. "Not saying I want to, I'm sleeping." Close your eyes with your lips continuously expanding.

"Iih .. weird." Viona changed her sitting position slightly behind Fatir. His heart was upset.

Fatir quickly got up, sat down cross-legged to the beautiful woman and untied her hair. Currently Viona was wearing short pajamas, thus exposing her legs that level. Fatir's hand prepares to massage Viona's leg.

"Deh .. What do you want?" ask Viona.

Fatir looked in wonder. "Well, don't you want to go on a massage, right?"

"D-yes."

"Not ask much." Fatir slowly touched Viona's feet in her massage slowly.

Viona looked at Fatir. "Son, too, is the massage of the person," Viona's mind then turned in another direction.

"Don't look at it like it's falling in love." Fatir's lips revealed a smile.

"Ih, Oo .. will not." Viona was confident.

"Don't be sure about that. Later change .." said Fatir with a sweet smile.

"Remain sure, there is no room for others, let alone you. You too, don't like that smile. Like me the same?" viona retorted her lips.

"No promise!" timpal Fatir while still massaging Viona's smooth and unobstructed feet of any cloth.

"What promise?" search Vina.

"Nobody knows about tomorrow. No matter how much love you have with your ex, if God wills. It's gonna change, too, so in an instant you love someone, don't know." Fatir shrugged both of his shoulders.

Suddenly Fatir's phone rang. The two looked at each other with the question in their hearts, who are these nights contact Fatir ....

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