Not the Hope Husband

Holy promises

"It is better that you go home, and marry accept him as your husband, I am married and it is impossible to marry you" Fatir turned to Soraya.

"I love you so much Mas, I wouldn't be happy if I married another man! you definitely don't want me to suffer, do you?" Soraya's teary eyes stared fixedly at Fatir.

"Can't, go home. You should marry that man, I'm sure you'll definitely find happiness someday."

"I don't want to, I don't want to. I just want you Mas. Hik hik hik." Soraya's cry broke.

Fatir getting nervous is not good to see many people. "Don't, don't cry, it's not good to see a highwayman!"

"Hik hik hik, I don't care. I just want you Mas, I want to marry you, Mas. It's okay even in honey, I want." Soraya insisted on her wish.

Fatir shook his head inexhaustibly, confused what else to say to persuade Soraya to understand.

Soraya saw Fatir speechless immediately stop crying. His body slumped slightly crouching and hugging Fatir's legs as he pleaded. "We loved each other a long time ago, Mas and until this moment I still love you. I'm sure you'll come back to love me when we're together again."

Fatir was surprised to see Soraya hugging her legs. "You, what the fuck Raya? it's not good to see people" his eyes looked right and left.

Soraya did not care what Fatir said, he continued to hug while crying and begging Fatir to heed his hope.

Then Fatir shrugged Soraya's shoulders to stand up. "Raya-Raya, you don't be like this. Yu I'll drive you home."

Soraya stands. His hand held Fatir's. "You want to marry me, don't you? if not, I don't want to go home. Let me be here with you, and your wives know that I want to be with you."

"Ck." Fatir clucked in annoyance. His hand scratched the nape that was not itchy. Confused what else to persuade Soraya to understand.

Viona and Oma Yani as well Alisa have arrived at the place where Fatir and Viona captured the unusual sight. It was seeing Fatir both with a bride dressed in brides kneeling at Fatir's feet.

Degh's!

Viona's pouch seemed to stop breathing looking at her. Viona's mind began to ugly thinking that Soraya was pregnant it might be her son Fatir. Clear water fell down on his cheeks and his lips were speechless.

Oma who knew nothing was obviously very shocked. Surprised to see her mantle together with a woman dressed in bridal attire.

"What's this, Vi? explain it to Oma." Oma Yani's voice shook her head.

Viona did not reply, her eyes kept looking at Fatir, her eyes unclear as tears endured the pain again. Biting his lower lip, the wound that some time ago is now bleeding again.

Alisa holds Viona's hand. "Patience, Vi. You have to be sure that reality doesn't always match what you see."

"But!" viona's voice shook. His constantly watering eyes were watching towards Fatir.

"Alisa, what the fuck is this Fatir?" Oma Yani shook her head, curious and deeply disappointed when what was on her mind was true.

"Be assured, Fatir is not as bad as we think Oma is." Alisa calms Oma Yani and Viona who seem devastated.

"Come home? your family must be waiting. We'll think about it later." Bujuk Fatir's. His brain continues to spin, so that as the saying goes to take fish in a pond that remains clear water.

"Truly, you want to marry me, don't you, Mas?" Soraya was very enthusiastic and her eyes twinkled.

"Em .. I told you. How will it be later." Fatir.

"I don't want to be sure. I want it for sure, Mas, I mengingan. Suicide if you have to marry another man.'' Soraya looked sad again and her sentence was full of threats.

Both of Fatir's eyes looked towards his motor. He saw Viona's car parked, inside there were three women. Viona, Alisa and Oma Yani and a driver. They were looking in their eyes at Fatir. How gasp Fatir did not expect at all that Viona would come to that place, said she also wanted to go to the place of Omaanya.

''Astagfirullah ..c department! I can misunderstand it." Fatir's murmur was clear to the ears of Soraya. So Soraya turned towards the place where Fatir was looking.

Fatir looked back at Soraya. "Well, shall I drive you home?" move from his seat.

Soraya also stood up with not a moment to take off her grasp. With a smile always painted from his lips a smile that depicts victory.

Fatir's steps run towards Viona's car first. Arriving near the car door. "Darling?" who instantly gets the most face from Viona.

"Fatir, what the fuck? explain it to me?" sergeant Oma.

"Later Fatir explain Oma. Oya, sir, driver. Please follow me from behind." Fatir's eyes turned to the driver who was immediately replied with a nod.

"Sir, please take me home!" the sound that came out of Viona's mouth shook.

Fatir glanced at his wife and then turned again to the driver with a gaze full of pleading. "Please follow me. So that there is no misunderstanding between us."

The driver became confused. Where should he follow? viona's or Fatir's orders!

Until the moment of riding Fatir motorbike, Soraya's hand seems to still be at home holding Fatir's hand. His smile continued to rise triumphantly, proud that soon he would become the mistress of Fatir despite being his second wife was not a problem for him.

Fatir's motorbike drove fast by piggybacking Soraya to drive him home. Occasionally his head turned to look back at Viona's car and ascertain whether or not to catch up. The car followed from behind.

Fatir hopes that he doesn't have to explain things to Viona in particular. If he sees it, not everything is in accordance with the reality. Fatir's breath was so long.

A happy smile could not be separated from Soraya's lips. He sat sweetly in the back seat while holding Fatir's waist. Although hot and wind but still make Soraya happy. From a long time ago now back in the shape of the man he loved so much.

Arriving at Soraya's residence, which was crowded with invited guests, and looked very boisterous with the disappearance of the bride whom they had recently realized. Fatir came down with a hand that could not be separated from the grasp of Soraya who was reluctant to release him.

All looked sharply at Soraya and Fatir. Behind the happy because the bride returned, there was also a deep disappointment in the hearts of her parents. Soraya stared anxiously, at her two parents.

Fatir who looks calm continues to walk closer to bu Siti and husband and prospective bridegroom who is also known Fatir. Namely Bambang a hospital workmate with Soraya.

"It turns out you took my son away?" sergeant Soraya's father.

"For a while, sir, don't misunderstand me. I came to take him home." Fatir glanced at Soraya and her parents in turn.

Bambang just stared at Fatir expressionlessly. Then approached the sliding Soraya, avoiding her future husband, Bambang.

"I don't want to marry anyone other than Mas Fatir." Soraya was really stingy and shameless.

"Soray. You must be self-aware, Fatir is married and you must marry Bambang. And there is no tolerance anymore" his father said in a high tone.

"Mas, please marry me. Even if it's honey I want to." Soraya pleaded with Fatir who stood and still held his hand.

"Sit down." Fatir told Soraya to sit down.

"I don't want to. You're the one who's gonna marry me?" Soraya again hoped that Fatir would say the sacred promise.

"Here you go, sit down sweetly, I'm here really," Fatir said, moving his eyes at the head of the head and Bambang.

The event will be held soon. Fatir sits sweetly with the beautiful-looking Soraya ....

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