Not the Hope Husband

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"Mas, I won't forgive you if I play with my feelings, I don't hesitate to commit suicide." Threat Soraya.

"Calm down, sit back" Pinta Fatir calmly.grasping Soraya's hand makes her feel comfortable.

Viona's car is stalking Fatir's motor from behind. Carrying several hearts filled with anxiety there was even one heart that was broken and perhaps headless. Seeing her husband bring in another woman he thought he was going to marry. Seeing his attitude.

Not far from the motorbike parked the car stopped, lazily the people who were in it came out and scattered with guests who sat there sweetly.

All pairs of eyes look to a point where the bride will be married. The place that will take place.

Oma Yani's heart continued to monologue looking towards Fatir who was side by side with the bride. "What the fuck is Fatir? beware that he is really wishing for my granddaughter! there will be no more apologies. No more tolerance for you."

"Tega, you Mas. Urge me and you purposely tell me to witness this ritual." Viona's eyes were dewy, feeling a deep pain.

Alisa continues to strengthen Viona by rubbing Viona's back. "Patience, there seems to be a Fatir plan that we don't know."

"Yes, plan to marry him. But he hurt me when I loved him Al, I never thought this would happen when the woman's parents came to explain that it wasn't Fatir who made Soraya pregnant." viona's face was wet with tears. Although it is constantly removed in a rag with tissue.

"But I don't think so, Vi. I'm sure, this isn't what you imagined!" clearly Alisa was briefly smiling towards the lowered Fatir.

Viona's views in particular cannot be separated from Fatir. Every movement he noticed even with teary eyes.

The calm-looking Fatir circulated his vision looking for the whereabouts of the wife who was not far from where she was. He stared at it with a face that looked sweet and wet with tears.

The woman was beautiful and the wavy hair was sitting on her looking agitated. Riled and worried. Occasionally rubbed his cheeks.

"Sorry dear, it wasn't my intention to make you cry and hurt. I purposely told you to be here, so that you would not have to hear my explanation that you do not necessarily easily accept." - Inner Fatir as he looked at the wife.

These are the most stressful moments for all especially Viona who she thought her husband would really wish her. His chest felt tight and his head was like a heavy object. But he was willing to know the end of this ritual.

Mr. Penghulu has given a signal that the akad event will start. As the guardian of the bride, extend a hand to the groom.

Soraya shook Fatir's hand. "Come dong Mas, his hand. To welcome my father's hand."

Fatir just smiled calmly. Again his eyes looked at his wife. Then moved his hand forward to shake hands with his guardian Soraya.

Soraya's chest was pounding happily, finally getting married also with the love he had been waiting for and difficult to get after leaving.

Viona almost moved and left the place if not held by Alisa. "I can't stand Al, at least if you still want to be here. Let me go."

"Vi, Vi. I'm sure Fatir won't hurt you, Vi trust me." A voice came out from the mouth of Darma who had just come to that place.

Viona and Alisa turned to look at the source of the voice coming from Darma. Alisa smiles at the husband who complies with her request to come.

"Mas, you're finally coming too." Sapa Alisa commented a smile.

"Look at the ending, okay?" Darma Gumam.

"Son Darma, Oma really doesn't understand." Oma Yani shook her head and turned to Darma who was sitting blocked by Viona and Alisa.

"Prophet Oma. Let's just see the ending" said Darma.

Fatir shook hands with his guardian soraya. Mr. pengghulu is confused! which groom is it, actually?

Bambang never said a word. He has resigned the important he has tried as much as possible to be responsible, about the result he just leave it to the most everything.

Bambang was tired of the scorn from Soraya who clearly rejected her outright.

When the akad in the beginning of the hand Fatir backwards replaced by the hand Bambang Fatir pull and Soraya only realized that when the loud voice of Bambang say the ijab and kabul that echoed throughout the place.

All who watched were shocked. The wonder was incredible, which they clearly saw the hand of Fatir who shook hands with his guardian. But the one who utters kabul is the man who is next to him. Everyone was hypnotized by the loud voice.

Another with Fatir, he let out a long sigh and felt relieved. Free, out of the shackles that seemed to squeeze him.

How sad Soraya was then. His eyes glared perfectly and his mouth opened. It felt incredulous, it had just crossed his mind and an infinite sense of happiness the seconds in which he would become the wife of a Fatir.

"Huh?"

"Bech ...."

"Goddessa ..."

Fatir looked towards Viona and painted her beautiful smile. The two looked at each other even in the distance.

"No, I don't want to!" soraya's eyes moved to everyone then stood up, turned around and ran carrying her wounded heart. Soraya could not accept the fact that she was now the wife of Bambang, a man she hated so much.

Bambang immediately stood up and followed Soraya who ran while crying.

Fatir just looked. Let Bambang now take care of Soraya whatever and whatever happens. He stood walking towards Viona who was still fixed on the spot.

Fatir's move came to a halt right in front of Viona and was immediately greeted by Darma.

"It's you making our hearts almost go out bro. We thought you were married twice to Soraya." Darma hugged and rubbed Fatir's back. Then take off the hug and give a proud smile.

Viona stood up and stared fixedly at Fatir. The two looked at each other with such a gentle look. Although her bead eyes still shed tears but it felt different from earlier. Now the one who fell was a happy tear because it turned out that the ending was not as Viona had imagined.

"Do you still not trust me?" fatir said with a locked gaze towards Viona.

Viona's breath was clear and she threw it away slowly. Shaking slowly then thrusting into the arms of Fatir. "I don't want to lose you, Mom." Right by his ear Fatir.

"Who wants to lose you too, dear? I love you so much. Trust me! always." always." Reply to Fatir while replying to Viona's tight embrace.

"You're bad, make me cry. Make me disappointed." Viona patted her husband's back.

"Sorry dear." Reply Fatir is fairly short by still hugging the body of the wife.

"Oma's almost hanging, I'm really disappointed with you. If only you really wanted Vi. Watch out for me mocking your body, that's not all I'm going to do! I'll make your guns die forever." The Oma Yani.

Spontaneous Darma holds his own tool. "Wow, I'm afraid that Oma is really serem. I'm horrified Oma, don't dong Oma .. Kasian, later Viona can not use dong. Oma not kasian same Oma's only granddaughter?" Darma looked at Oma Yani.

Fatir and Viona smiled wryly at Oma Yani's chattering, then both faded away the hugs that were originally very tight.

"Don't dong Oma, I'll have no more recommendations. Besides this one." Fatir's face was clear but laughed.

"What the hell?" Viona circulated a glance at Darma who was laughing at Fatir. Then look at Oma and Alisa. "Go home yu? it's done too."

Fatir held Viona's hand tightly. Occasionally squeezing her fingers with anxiety, her netra eyes continued to look at Viona's face that looked bright.

"Come, Oma want to make the same krispi banana .. fruit soup made by Fatir himself." Oma Yani stands with Alisa.

"But Oma, if the banana and fruit soup were another handle. I'll just hold the noodles." Tymphal Fatir.

"I don't want to know, you? it has made me hang with your behavior," Oma Yani pointed towards Fatir.

"Yes, sorry Oma. Sorry...not intentional!" Fatir apologized to Oma Yani as he grabbed her hand and kissed her back respectfully.

"Yo wes .. I am sorry. Come on I'm hungry, prepare according to Oma pinta," said Oma Yani.

When they wanted to go home there was the sound of people from inside screaming ....

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