Not the Hope Husband

Marry me

"What's that?" fatir asked, staring curiously.

Viona sees her two best friends, Alisa and Darma. Then he continued his words. "The money that I will spend for Mas's sister's fee. It will not be a debt, if Mas wants to marry me," said Viona a little soft. I don't want to be heard by Mom.

How flabbergasted Fatir was, when Viona spoke so. As if he could not believe what he was hearing. Fatir asked another question. "What's? meaning, how. I don't understand." Fatir raised his tone slightly. But looking at the tail of Viona's eyes that glanced at the mother. Fatir immediately lowered his tone.

"Mas. Must marry me, and it's a condition for Mas. No need to bother thinking about the recovery of Mas's sister, all I'm the one who is nanggung." Viona was staring hard.

Fatir shakes. "Sorry Mother. I already have a lover" said Fatir, looking down.

Darma and Alisa looked at each other.The two of them had guessed with Fatir's honesty.

"I am not forcing. It's just an offer, Mom. Whether or not it is up to you, too. But when it comes to the treatment of Mas's sister, God willing I continue." Firmly Viona, glancing at Alisa and Darma who was clearly visible both of them let out a long sigh.

Both eyes Fatir lead to the sister who lay weak, although already conscious and accompanied by the mother. "I'm .. I'll think about this, take a few days to think."

"Me, there's not much time. Later the parents bring me the man of choice to propose to me." I'm Viona.

Fatir stared at Viona in astonishment. "Why not want to be pinned down by the choice of parents Mbak? it must be a rich man, comparable to Ma'am."

"I'm sorry, I'm just making an offer or a condition. Not in the interview." Viona stared dislikefully.

Fatir. His eyes were on his sister and mother. Thoughts floated on the lover named Soraya.

"Al, Mas Darma. I want to go home first afternoon. Almost magrib," said Viona, grabbing her bag and cell phone, standing up and parting at Afiah's mom.

"Mom, I'll go home first. Next time here again," said Viona kissed the back of Afiah's hand. Then look at the patient who looks weak.

''Thanks to Nak .. Thanks also to Nak Alisa and her husband" Afiah said.

"Yes, Mom." Viona comes out first.

"Fatir, follow him?" Darma is whispering.

Fatir is dumb. She was confused as to what else to say to Viona. But finally Fatir stood up and followed Viona's steps.

While Darma and Alisa approach bu Afiah.

"Mom, wait?" fatir's voice stopped Viona's steps.

Viona stood up and looked over. "What's up?''

"Sa-yeah, I say a big thank you. Because Ma'am wants to help with my sister's treatment, and can we talk for a minute?"

Viona stared at the man. "What's wrong? on the way,"

Fatir nodded, the two talking while walking. "If only I would marry Mommy-"

"Vi, my name is Viona. Not Ma'am." Viona.

"W-yeah, I mean if we get married. Cost from where? unless you want it as simple as possible. If for the prayer tool mascawin, ring a few grams anyway .. and ijab kabul only, I can. Even though I had to drain Adam's college savings."

Viona turned her head and stopped her steps. Fatir stopped and stood in front of Viona.

"When it's for the wedding expenses. Party or whatever let me take responsibility, em .. I love Mas, and consider it money Mas if in the eyes of my parents. But ... If it's about mascawine, I leave it to Mas aja." When it comes to mascawin Viona handed it to Fatir.

Fatir was silent for a moment. He locked his lips, was he going to marry this rich woman? he was just a poor man who had nothing.

"Mbak, uh Vi, we just met today. How can Mbak uh Vi drop my same choice. Doesn't that soul mate have to see the tripe bebet and weights huh?" fatir said as he walked back behind Viona.

Viona. "Come on, .. don't ask why, why and why? if later my parents ask, just say you've known a few months."

"But, Vi .. we don't know each other" Fatir said.

Viona was standing by the door of her car. Netra her eyes stared intently at the man who looked quite sweet. A little curly hair and the jaw is also fluffy. "I don't think we need to know each other any further. Our marriage is just a status."

"What do you mean Vi? marriage is sacred, holy. If we have entered it, should live well, so should I. Must be a responsible husband as well" Fatir said.

Viona didn't answer anything anymore. And entering her car, Viona was already sitting behind the wheel. The Fatir closed the door slowly.

"Yes, be careful." Fatir's Mumbling.

There were no words, nor the smile that Viona gave. He was preparing to go turn the wheel, genius ... car passed away from Fatir who was still standing and looking at the tail of Viona's car.

After Viona's car was no longer visible in her shadow, Fatir returned to the room of the sister. There is still Darma and Alisa is chatting with the mother. Before approaching them, Fatir entered the bathroom to take water.

"Sir Darma, Nak Alisa ... Mom was so worried. How good is this place for a day?" the middle-aged woman's eyes swept a glance at every corner of the luxurious space.

"Either, Ma. That's obviously millions" said Darma.

"Otherwise with all the facilities. Dispensers also exist, do not have to bother buying a drink. Sinks, sofas and beds for the waiting are also available," Alisa and Darma said alternately. "As in his hotel staple."

"Subhanallah .. How do you pay for it, son?" bu Afiah glanced at her son who had just been sitting on the sofa next door. Stare with a huffed look.

"Don't worry Mom. God willing, someone wants to giggle. The important thing is that Hesya is healed." continued Alisa stroking the middle-aged woman's back.

"Who, Son Alisa?" search bu Afiah.

"That one. My friend, Mom. Viona." Obviously Alisa.

"God's Masya. That's fine, Viona boy. But one day it will have to be paid as well," said bu Afiah looked confused.

"Here you go, ma'am .. don't mind much, the important thing is to recover his Hesya," said Darma.

Darma and Alisa, Afiah ma'am to the mosque to perform Maghrib prayers. Fatir awaits his brother.

"Mas, where am I?" search the sister.

Fatir. "At the Hospital." Fatir answered while rubbing the weakly lying brother's forehead.

"So, unlike in Mas Hospital, this place is great." Heshya the Fatir Calling by the Call of Shah.

"Yes, do you like it? fast a

heal yes," continued Fatir.

"But Mas," She stared softly at the older brother.

"Of course, don't mind much. Now just think about how you're gonna heal fast." Fatir again stroked Hesya's forehead.

Hesya spoke no more, but closed her eyes.

The time has shown at 20.wib, Darma and Alisa say goodbye. Similarly, the new Fatir came from buying food for the mother. Choosing to go home, checking the sales. Poor little sisters tomorrow have business at school.

"Mother don't go anywhere, here alone, later I come here to bring prayer equipment for Mother. I have to focus on my sales, "Fatir kissed the back of his mother's hand.

Without saying much, Afiah just nodded. The three of them came out of the hospital. With a taxi waiting.

"Where are you willing to accept Viona's offer?" search Darma. His soul thrashed.

Fatir who sat next to the driver, did not immediately answer he instead smoked his cigarette with pleasure. Then answer while glancing. "I don't know, look ahead."

"But, Viona needs an answer as soon as possible, Mas," continued Alisa.

Fatir looked loosely at the streets and the rays that shone from the lights of other vehicles. "I'll think about Ma'am. As soon as."

"If Mas Fatir wanted to be her husband, would I leave him? don't hurt her, she's my only friend" Alisa's message read.

"But I don't know." Fatir took a deep breath.

"I picked Viona up. If Mas mess around, I'm the one in front defending him." said Alisa.

''Is she pregnant? to the point of having to rush everything, '' Fatir's inquiry.

''Uh, no. It's delicious, he wants to be matched. He didn't want to, he explained." Clearly Alisa was staring at Fatir sharply.

Fatir shakes. Disposing of cigarette smoke from his nose. Fatir dropped right in front of his wagon which was still open and Adam who replaced Sidar was still seen serving buyers.

"We go home first, right?" pamit Darma's.

"Yes, be careful." Fatir raised his hand. Then we approached Adam.

"Adam, what's more?" investigate Fatir while looking around into the wagon.

"There's still a Mas."

"So I told you, Sidar is here. Why is it Adam?" Fatir was astonished, sitting himself on the bench.

"Si Sidar does not want to be here, it is better in cassava he said, mas," said Adam.

"Yes, already. You go home, let Mas continue. Oya you go home first take the clothes of Mother and Hesya, do not forget the meeting for mother. Bring it here with the bike. Mas will deliver to the hospital, after the sale of abis." Fatir gave orders to his sister ....

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