Not the Hope Husband

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Arriving at the apartment. Fatir rushes in and finds Viona in the sitting room leaning on the shoulder of the bed.

Fatir's heart was relieved at least Viona was fine. Fatir walks gontai approaching Viona who is engrossed with her laptop. "Kok go home first? I'll pick it up!" approaching was about to kiss Viona's forehead which instantly moved dodging.

Fatir was astonished. "Why? my husband went home to the Monyong. Make me anxious." Tempta Fatir while sitting himself beside Viona.

Viona took off the circular ring on her ring finger and she kept it next to Fatir. "You want to marry your lover, right? I'll give this back and I'll take care of our divorce." Hiding her broken feelings.

Degh's!

"What do you mean Vi? you're gonna take care of our divorce, what's the matter? this morning we're still fine and why are you doing this!" both eyes of Fatir stared fixedly at Viona who did not want to meet him.

"Well, let's have you take care of our divorce but ... until whenever I won't let you go."

Sontak Viona looks up. "So you're going to torture me, aren't you?"

"No, where might I be double! I just haven't been able to get enough of you yet." With his leisure and hugging the bolster and sticking his head back.

Viona was not thinking. "She's pregnant and needs your responsibilities, so let me go and marry her."

"Vi .. yesterday we heard all our conversations. Still doubtful about hem?" Fatir looked back at his ice-cold wife.

"He came to me and said everything. If she carries a child from you," Viona's tears are unstoppable again which finally spilled over her face. The sigh of disappointment and pain in his chest remembered Soraya's words.

Fatir was surprised, how could Soraya meet Viona? or meet where. "Where did you meet him?"

Viona who sobbed, did not answer. He was busy with his crying. "Office."

"Why did he come to see you all?" fatir's investigation, but Viona shook her head.

"I asked you. How did she get pregnant with my child? while I've never touched her!" lirih Fatir while wiping Viona's tears.

Viona brushed off Fatir's hand and rubbed his wet face. "I don't know and I don't want to know." Hik hik.

Even though Viona refused on her touch. But Fatir pulled Viona's head into his arms. He could not bear to see Viona crying, at first Viona revolted but because of the embrace of Fatir lock finally Viona fell silent into the chest field Fatir.

"How can I trust you? you-if you ever posed hugging her in the room," muttered Viona in a hug.

"You mean?" while continuing to rub Viona's hair down to her back gently. There was only Viona's sobbing sound heard.

"I think it's been a long time, I've pored with her. If it's not the last one before I know you, it's also a lot of people because he's money years." Remember Fatir.

Viona started to calm down, her cries stopped feeling comfortable Fatir's embrace. It did not feel like to be separated or far from Fatir's body which gave a warm and calm aura.

Cup!

Several times Fatir kissed the snug head of Viona. "I don't know what he's been talking about with you but I hope you believe in me. I won't leave you let alone marry her, because you're my wife forever." Fatir pinned the wedding ring on Viona's ring finger back.

Viona moved and moved away. "Are you being honest with me?" His dewy-eyed Netra stared fixedly at the two beads of Fatir's eyes as if searching for his truth there.

"Nobody I cover dear .. I swear by Allah. That I never touched her-"

Viona's finger was attached to Fatir's aunt. Her eyes moved to look at her husband. "I believe in you." Viona returned to Fatir's arms.

Fatir tied his arms. Cup! peeking at Viona's forehead many times. "Thank you for believing me. Don't be angry again, will you? I love you."

Hearing the words of love from the Fatir reflex Viona looked up and looked at Fatir's face, both eyes twitching. "really?" hesitate.

"Aren't we married, I've been kidding?" sahut Fatir tightened his embrace. Making Viona trouble breathing and hitting Fatir's back.

"He he he, I'm so happy." Fatir slightly faded his hands.

"If proven, she's pregnant because of you. I'll make sure there's no more sorry for you!" clearly Viona looked up.

"Yes, baby ... Just believe there is me. My needle just pulls yours, nothing else." Fatir's whisper in Viona's ear.

Makes Viona's hair bristle. Especially when Fatir's lips set on his lips, thus closing both eyelids.

Fatir me*****totally exhausted. From ordinary to extraordinary. To the point of invoking an inner urge, an overflowing desire to channel pent-up desire.

In between breaths that sting and enjoy the increasingly heated pagutan and its intoxicating sweetness. Decorated with a heartbeat that raced faster than usual so that both bodies were riveted like a powerful electric current.

Slowly Viona pushed Fatir's chest with reason. "I want to cook for dinner."

"Mas, I want to cook first!" viona Lirih.

"Let's just go?" fatir's voice with a hunting breath.

Viona who easily melted with the attitude of Fatir figure did not argue anymore. He was just silent and resigned to receive increasingly aggressive Fatir treatment. And make it float lulled with feelings.

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Today Bambang heard the wind that Soraya is pregnant and will soon marry someone who knows who.

"Raya wait? I want to talk!" Bambang pursued Soraya's increasingly fast steps in the corridor of the hospital whose intention was to go to the canteen.

"Make what? there's nothing we should talk about." Soraya continued walking without looking.

"There was. There's something to talk about." geph! Bambang caught Soraya's hand which was directly on the rough edge.

Stop walking and stare hard at Bambang. "What the hell? there's nothing between us to talk about, what do you want?"

Bambang was silent while staring fixedly. "Are you really pregnant?"

"It's none of your business!" ketus Soraya while walking back.

"That's my business, because you must be pregnant from my seed. That's my son!" Bambang blocked Soraya's steps.

"I explained yes? this isn't your son," Soraya couldn't accept that it was the child Bambang conceived.

"Liar, that's my son. Because I was the first to"

"Enough, I don't care. And don't ever admit this is your son, because this isn't your son." His eyes glared perfectly.

"Raya, are you okay? he's obviously my seed!" Bambang with confidence.

"Hilo .. we do that unconsciously. So let's just say it never happened and shut the fuck up don't talk about it again." Soraya's strangled cry and her eyes moved, looking right and left worried that someone would hear their arguments.

"Me, be honest with you. I intentionally did that to you, because I love you. Honestly I did it deliberately and planned," Bambang admitted everything.

Plaque!

The former five fingers of Soraya were drawn on Bambang's cheeks with all her might. "Bad you. It's ruined my life, I don't want to be pregnant with your child!"

Bambang held his cheek that was red from Soraya's palm. "But anyway, he's still my son and I'll admit it in front of your parents."

"No need, because I will marry by my choice.you don't have to bother for it," Soraya chimed as she ran away from Bambang who was still sculpting.

"I must come to his parents immediately. Before he married another man." Bambang was determined in his heart.

"Basic brash. It's good to admit his son, yes. But I don't want to marry her amit-amit." Bait Soraya while walking.

At night Soraya was anxiously waiting for the arrival of Fatir who did not visit as well. But at the time of his waiting came someone who was accepted by the mother.

Soraya immediately approached and hoped that the one who came was Fatir. But how surprised Soraya turned out to be who came was Bambang.

"Why did you come here again?" Soraya immediately automates Bambang.

"Raya .. don't do that Nduk. Pamali." Tegur Bu Siti on Soraya.

"I want to talk to my mom and dad!" bambang said respectfully.

Ms. Siti was silent for a moment. "Oh, I'll call you first?" then Bu Siti pulled in.

Soraya stood up and stared intently at Bambang. After the bundaanya left, soraya pulled Bambang's hand. "You should go home now that the door is still open, why you come let alone talk to my parents. Go home!" pushing Bambang's back to leave.

"Raya .. why are you there? Bambang boy, don't you want to talk to us?" bead eyes bu Siti look alternately at Soraya and Bambang.

Soraya glared perfectly, she did not agree that Bambang came and wanted to talk to her parents ....

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