Testamentary Wedding

Wheelchair

Anggi rubbed both of his eyes. He blinked and his eyes began to open slowly. The girl felt something stuck and immediately glanced downwards. And how flabbergasted Anggi was when he saw someone's hand curled around his hip.

“Astaghfirullah, Mas. Wake up!”

“What's the matter, my wife?”

“Build, Mas!” Anggi kept shaking Prana's arm.

However, the man did not let go of his embrace. A few seconds later, Prana just kept her hand away from Anggi's hip and wriggled in place. He opened his eyes slowly.

“Kok you slept here anyway, Mas?” Waking up, Anggi continued to throw the question and covered his body with a blanket. It was as if something had just happened. In fact, the nightgown he wore was still completely attached to his body.

"Astaghfiullah! Sorry-sorry, Nggi. I'm actually sleeping in semalem." The man stood up quickly and looked at his wife with mixed feelings. How did he fall asleep in his wife's room last night?

"But I set the alarm last night. But why not sound?" Prana.

He glanced at the blanket his wife used to cover her body. Prana was afraid that his wife was thinking things through. "I swear I didn't do anything about you, Nggi. Suwer.” His face turned frantic and he spontaneously raised both of his hands.

Anggi laughed out loud in the next second. The girl felt anxious herself when she saw her husband panicking like that. “Udah, shower there!” tell later.

Prana is in the fog out of Anggi's room. On the way to his room, he could only cast an oath of expiation on himself.

"****** totally*, lo Prana! Why is there an all-out sleep show?" gerutu himself.

"Gue really does nothing Anggi right, yes semalem?" Prana hesitated on her own. He tried to remember last night. Apparently, that guy did nothing.

***

Prana just got off the stairs after getting ready on top. The guy smelled the aroma of kitchen spices that were very fragrant, arousing his taste and pulling him to immediately go to the kitchen.

His smile expanded when he saw someone standing there. Who else if not his wife, Anggi. He walked closer to Anggi.

The cup!

The guy kissed Anggi's cheek from the side. Prana also did not forget to hug him from behind. A moment he will always miss with his wife. It seemed, Rena had completely gone from her heart and mind. Only Anggi remained and occupied the entire space in his heart right now.

The anggi who got the treatment suddenly flinched. "A really great hobby, ya ngagetin me?” he nodded with a embarrassed smile.

Prana turned to look at his wife's pretty face. That guy really liked Anggi's little nose. “But, you're grinning right?” his god continued to kiss his wife's cheek.

Anggi could only faintly nod. His cheeks are getting together. His heartbeat was always unable to control when Prana's breath was felt in her cheeks and ears.

“Sini, let me cook.” Prana took off her hug earlier and quickly took over all of his wife's work.

Anggi slightly retreated his steps. “What can you do?” he pulled one end of his lips.

“Can you, do not mind a Mahaprana Virgo, yes Mrs Virgo.” Prana turned to his wife while smiling pretentiously, making Anggi so smile.

“Iya-iya, believe. Btw, why is Miss Virgo again?" his protest.

"Not what, right? You, my wife, are you" Prana replied.

"But it's weird, Mas. How, yes, obviously? Ah, hard."

Prana chuckles amusedly hearing it. “Yes, the prince wants to make breakfast. The princess sat there, "tell Prana while pointing towards the dining table with her chin.

“Truly, Mas? Let me help you here.” Just now Anggi was about to pick up the seasoning, Prana had already blocked her wrist. It made their eyes meet each other.

“Ready, Prince!” Anggi then complied and raised his right hand, forming a respectful gesture.

***

"You could sleep in my room anyway, Mas?" Anggi still remembers what happened this morning. It feels so bad in his head.

"I don't know either, Nggi. I swear I didn't want you." Again Prana put on her adorable face, making Anggi print her smile.

"Yes-yes, Mas. I believe." Anggi again let go of his laughter seeing Prana's response like that.

"Part of you too, ngangenin. I fell asleep next to you, right." Prana pinched both cheeks of his wife with anxiety.

Anggi also forcibly removed the pinch landed on both cheeks. "You if nyubit can't be ordinary, huh, Mas? Sick tau." The girl puffed her cheeks, making Prana even more anxious.

"Boy too, yes your cooking."

"Yes, dong. Who once?"

"Who?"

"His husband is Mr. Princess Anggia Soraya" he whispered right in his wife's ear.

In that instant, they became the happiest couple. Prana loves Anggi. However, Anggi is actually difficult to define his feelings at this time. On the one hand, she loves her husband. But, on the other hand, doubt always came to the bottom of his heart. Remembering how her old husband was.

They walked through the corridor of the main building. Attach the eyes of Anggi and Prana are both memicing see a group of students who flock to storm the school mading. Meanwhile, the other children were busy looking at the two with strange and undefined gazes.

“What's the matter, how come it's so rame? Tumbenan, usually no one is interested in watching mading.” Anggi was astonished to look at a group of students who were clustered right in front of the mading.

Prana can only raise her shoulders. Because, he also did not know about it at all. Because of his curiosity, Anggi immediately approached the mading and tried to get into the horde of disciples.

Both of Anggi's eyes slowly followed the gaze of those around him. How surprised he was when his gaze fell right on the article with the title typed very large along with the photos in the contents of the article. The photos show her wearing a wedding dress with Prana next to her.

The girl glanced around him. Sure enough, the disciples had already thrown their cynical gazes at him. His heart instantly thumped violently upon seeing that scene.

Quickly Anggi got out of the crowd and moved away from there. She then ran small to her faithful husband waiting for her at the end of the corridor.

"Mas, hell!" his strangulation was spontaneous in front of Prana.

The guy immediately frowned, making both of his thick eyebrows clenched. "What's the matter, Nggi?"

"Our photo." Anggi is out of words. How should she tell her husband?

"the photo? Which photo are we in, Anggi? What photo?" Prana suddenly confused herself. The man kept urging his wife to say what she meant.

From the other direction, Dion was seen running with a panicked look adorning his face. With Jesi following him from behind.

"Pre!" Dion was still trying to control his breath that was not stung because he ran away earlier. He had glanced at Anggi and soon after looked at Prana back.

"The head of the school calls you in his room now" reported Dion who had just been told by BK teacher, Mr. Farel to inform the orders of their principal, Mr. Brama.

Prana's not understanding what's really going on. "But, why? What's wrong with being called the principal?" prana asked for an explanation. The guy also had time to see the whole school making them a spectacle center.

"Lo too, Nggi. You two are told to face Mr. Brama right now," added Jesi who followed in panic with what happened.

What's the matter?