Not the Hope Husband

Halal for you

"Tuh, right? that voice!" Viona held the hand of Fatir in fear.

"Ck, Miss .. that's a rat on the ceiling. Maybe she is dancing in India or joking with her partner. Or maybe he's chasing his bad son."

"Ih, that's so slovenly. Not cockroaches. Rats, what else?" viona grumbled while mesem also heard the explanation from Fatir.

"Maybe soon the lizard will appear he he he." Fatir Gumam.

"Iiiy ... What else?"

The Netra of Fatir's eyes was fixed on his hand which was in Viona's embrace. Viona followed Fatir's eyes and immediately moved away. "Yes, I sleep here too. Then lay down on the bed.

"But not there, it's narrow." Viona. Because the bed if it is used both fit and difficult to move.

"If I can't stay here by myself, I'm back on the couch." Fatir's eyes stared at Viona who was still standing.

"No way," he said, shaking his head.

"Then I sleep on the floor." Fatir got up and pulled the pillow he kept on the floor.

"Don't. It's really bad that I let you sleep there, already. Just above." Viona's voice was lethargic as she climbed onto the bed.

Fatir pulled his lips smiling triumphantly. As if not to waste the opportunity Fatir pulled back his pillow and then rose and lay down arbitrarily.

"Swipe a little why the hell? I'm on the sidelines, '" complained Viona.

Slowly Fatir shifted to give Viona a place. Let alone keep the bolster in the middle as a distance, just slide a little body already to the edge.

"Narrow room very. Uh his bed." Viona muttered while wrapping her blanket.

"Here, a little more slide," said Fatir, giving another place.

"No way," said Viona, shaking her head.

Fatir slightly raised his head, looking at Viona who was not even a strand of hair. Then direct the hand to float in the air.

The geph!

Fatir's hand pulled Viona's waist, so as to move to the middle even if docked with her body. Suddenly Viona was shocked and woke up to open the blanket on her head.

Viona's heart is pounding. "Don't fuck around?" his eyes glared perfectly.

Fatir did not respond, just smiled and pulled the glove to cover his head. Viona pursed her lips, then re-layed herself in the original place.

It did slightly attach his back to Fatir's body, so that warm air felt to his back. His chest continued to pound misgivings, afraid that Fatir would do anything to him.

The late night passed just like that. Around 03:00 Fatir woke up, he was dumbfounded and stunned to the beautiful face so close to him. Even his breath felt warm sweeping the skin of Fatir's face. Fatir so anteng staring at the look of the face, slowly his hands moved to get rid of the strands of hair that adorn the cheeks.

Many times Fatir swallowed his Saliva. His heart battles against the whispers telling him to touch Viona. "Let's do Fatir! he's halal for you."

"Don't. You married it is not based on love, even until now there is no love."

"He is lawful to you, Fatir, and gives you a living duty. It's only natural that you touch him right now."

"Patience, don't you, hold it! until he hands it to you himself. Don't let him feel forced by Fatir, you're just a paid man and not the husband he expected."

"Don't listen to him, Fatit, you're a normal Fatir. You're not tempted by his body's weakness. Beautiful in appearance, your lover alone is not as perfect as your wife."

The heart and mind of Fatir are not in sync. The alias between his heart and brain is out of line. He shook his head and opened his eyes.

"No. Don't be sassy Fatir, she's your wife just status and your heart still hasn't met. Aware you. You're just a paid man being her husband." Finally Fatir came down, put his feet on the floor to take a shower first. What else somehow feels something sticky is not as usual. Hurry to run to the bathroom.

After that, Fatir immediately went to the market to shop for goods sold.

Around an approaching. Viona also woke up. Looking at where Fatir was empty, Viona wriggled favorably and her hands cleared her eyes. Down opened the window, from afar there was the sound of adhan singing melodious.

Before going to the bathroom, Viona took a broom to clean up in Fatir's room and part of the house was also the kitchen.

After sweeping the blue he hurriedly entered the bathroom, was willing to shower but did not dare. Adalagi no Fatir. Straight back to the room and found a piece of paper containing writing.

"I came home from the market at Six. Don't go home, I'll take you home. I hope when you read this you're awake."

"Yes, you're awake! if you haven't woken up where anyone read this letter. Weird." Viona muttered while shaking her head. His lips opened a smile.

"Oh yes, my clothes." Viona's going to the clothesline. But just facing the net door her eyes found her clothes hanging and dry on the wall.

"Dear boy want breakfast?" ask Sidar. When I saw Viona making sweet tea.

"No ah, what time do you usually come home from the market?" search for Viona on Sidar who is making breakfast. Adam washed and swept the yard.

"In the near future also home Beautiful mother, miss huh? Not long," said Sidar while pointing to the wall clock hanging.

Viona brought her tea to the living room sofa. Waiting for Fatir to come home, not long later the sound of Fatir motorbike came home. But Fatir did not appear, apparently he entered the kitchen road carrying his groceries.

"You going home now?" fatir's voice shocked Viona.

"Huh? yeah, haven't had a shower yet, ntar's been in the middle of the day." Answer Viona.

"Why not take a shower?" The fatir walked in to get a new helmet.

"Fear. There's no door" said Viona quietly.

"Yes already. Use the motor to get there quickly." Staring towards Viona who was still sitting.

"What if Akai's a car?" returning Fatir's gaze that instantly turned his eyes away.

"Let's go faster, later to the office I also deliver. That's also if you don't mind," continued Fatir.

"Em ... don't you want to sell?" ask Viona again. Remember Fatir wants to prepare the trade.

"No pa-pa." Fatir and Viona walked out. Fatir brought a new motorbike to drive Viona home.

Then Viona got on the bike that Fatir had turned on. Previously wearing a helmet, wanted to hold on Fatir's shoulder but he hesitated.

"Get me to the waist. The bike's gonna screw this." Fatir looked back.

Viona hesitantly wrapped her hands around Fatir's waist. Another one holds onto the back of the motor. The motor is going very fast.

Both are silent only the sound of the motorbike that adorns, the atmosphere of the streets is still quiet. Because it's still morning.

A few time lapse. The motor stopped in front of the gate which was immediately greeted by security, the motor entered. Viona rushed into the house and immediately took a bath, Fatir followed Viona from behind. Meeting Viona's parents in the living room.

Seeing Viona was up. "Where's Vi nginep all night?" search Bu Asri.

Fatir grabbed Bu Asri's hand while answering. "Yes, Mama. Vi was the same as me from yesterday and stayed in my hut."

Seconds later. Fatir kissed the hand of Mr. Rusadi who always bent his face when he met Fatir.

"Can he stay at your place? can you hold Viona there? I became curious and wanted to see your place" said Mr. Rusadi with a cynical tone.

Fatir. Free in reply also the talk of Mr. Rusadi is always heard spicy in the ears of Fatir.

"eeh ... Where's vi? were you together from yesterday?" Ms. Yani nyelonong called to shift Mr. Rusadi.

"How are you, Oma? yes, Vi is with me." Fatir kissed the back of Oma Yan's hand respectfully.

"Where is nginep?" look at Oma Yani again.

"Em .. That's Oma in my butut house." Fatir scratched his nape looking confused.

"Ooh ... Oma guess in her apartment Vi, yes it's been anywhere that matters comfortably. Already, there after Vi."

Fatir nodded then climbed the stairs. Following Viona to her room, she had to change her clothes to be more neat because she wanted to take Viona to the office. Afraid to embarrass.

In the room Vi was busy preparing clothes for Fatir, and he was still holding them in his head. If the clothes are neat.

"Wear this shirt. I don't want you to be embarrassed if you look like my other colleagues besides. Alisa's. Oya, please send a message to Alisa if I can't pick her up, eh no need. Let me be alone." Viona seemed busy.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door from outside. Viona looked towards Fatir who was changing his clothes ....

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