Testamentary Wedding

Day H

At 02:30 Anggi had woken up from his sleep. The girl had deliberately set an alarm at the clock to perform Tahajud prayers as well as doing her schoolwork that had not been completed yesterday because of soybeans.

Anggi rubbed his eyes and immediately got out of bed. The girl then walked to the bathroom to berwudu and after doing Tahajud prayers. After the prayer, he felt thirsty and finally decided to go to the kitchen to get mineral water.

The girl went down every step of the ladder carefully. On the last rung of the stairs, Anggi heard a voice from the family room. Out of curiosity, he turned to the right towards the source of the sound. He walked because he was afraid. Could be a thief, right?

His steps stopped just behind the jumbo-sized sofa located in front of the television. It turned out that the voice was a voice from the television so that his heart was a little relieved. Perhaps, her husband forgot to turn off the television before going to bed. However, his eyes were instantly rounded when he found Prana lying on the sofa. The girl swiftly ran towards Prana's room which was next to her own.

He took a blanket and pillow from there and afterwards Anggi immediately ran back to the family room. The girl's hand stretched out to cover Prana's body with a blanket and then turned to raise her husband's head. How trembling his hands were when Prana suddenly squirmed. Seeing the response, Anggi was more careful when placing a pillow under the head of Prana. The girl did not want to wake her husband.

After her affairs were completed, Anggi was about to leave her husband. However, suddenly his hand was blocked by Prana so that he could not wart anymore. The girl was stubborn because of the sudden treatment.

"Don't go yes" prana's delirium faintly, but it still sounded in his wife's ears.

Prana's wife carefully removed her husband's hand from his wrist. After feeling that Prana was sleeping again in her sleep, Anggi immediately continued his initial goal that had been delayed earlier, which was to take mineral water to the kitchen.

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The alarm from Anggi's phone rings again. Now, the clock shows at 04:30 and the morning dawn has begun to roar. Luckily, her schoolwork was completed on time this morning so she could prepare to go to school early. He also went to the bathroom to clean himself and berwudu.

Ten minutes later, the girl came out of the bathroom and put on her negligee. Yes, one fact that you need to know that Anggi really prefers to wear a negligee when at home. The girl then wears her face and holds a prayer mat. However, Anggi suddenly fell silent on the spot. She was considering whether she should wake her husband for congregational Fajr prayers or not.

And as if an angel was whispering him, he was moved to dare to awaken Prana. The girl quickly headed for the family room.

"Mass? Get up yuk, we pray in congregation at dawn," she asked as she shook her husband's arm slowly.

The next second, Prana squirmed and slowly blinked her eyes. His expression instantly changed when he found the figure he disliked standing before him.

"Lo don't need to wake up I'm rich gini. I also usually wake up to my own prayers without anyone waking up. Lo salat first, I'm still sleepy," concluded Prana spicy make his wife's heart sliced.

Anggi certainly jerked at the response of her husband like that. What is wrong if a wife wakes her husband up for congregational prayers?

"Yes, I pray first, Mom."

Without any further response from her husband, the girl returned to her room to perform the Fajr prayer alone without a priest. So, who's wrong here? Anggi wanted nothing from Prana, he could only hope that her husband soon became aware of his responsibilities as the priest of his family.

After the prayer, Anggi wore his gray white uniform and picked up his school bag. Not to forget he polished his face with powder and thin lipbalm so as not to look too pale. He went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Just a step down the stairs, her heart was again moved to look at her husband in the family room. How relieved Anggi when he saw Prana performing dawn prayers in front of the television. Her eyes could not escape the handsome face of her husband. The hunchback and sarong Prana wore seemed to cool her heart. His heart rippled again for the umpteenth time. It turned out that my husband was indeed very handsome, he murmured softly.

"Astaghfirullah, breakfast!" pekik Anggi shriveled when he realized that the clock continued to run. It's been five minutes this girl's been looking at her husband.

"Well! Mbak Ijah very diligent," exclaimed Anggi when approaching Ijah who was standing in front of the stove.

Ijah was a little surprised and turned towards Anggi. "Mbak Anggi ngagetin me only. Yes, this Ma'am I again make breakfast for Mbak Anggi same Tuan Muda," he explained while continuing to focus on stirring eggs in a bowl in his hand.

"Bikin fried rice, huh Ma'am? Here let me just cook," said Anggi snatch a bowl of beaten eggs from Ijah's hands.

Ijah looked panicked. "Eh, don't Ma'am. Later the uniform Mbak Anggi dirty," forbid Ijah tried to persuade Anggi not to cook this morning. Because, Anggi has indeed been wearing his school uniform and Ijah certainly does not want if until the uniform is dirty later.

Anggi just laughed a little at the words Ijah. "Mbak Ijah is rich. I am big. I can be careful, okay? Besides I'm also used to it, Ma'am," he explained making Ijah nod his head. However, Ijah still faithfully observed the movements of his master, fearing that his cooking would jump into Anggi's uniform.

"But, Ma'am."

"Udah, let me handle it. You can do the other," said Anggi.

"Eh, are you ready?" asked Anggi when she realized her husband's presence.

As usual, Prana did not respond. The guy went to the fridge to get a piece of bread and chocolate jam from there.

"It's me cooking fried rice for breakfast, Mas. Do you like it or not?" her daughter was still trying to get her husband's attention.

Prana walked towards the dining table and sat down on one of the chairs. The man then signals Ijah to get out of the kitchen and is answered by a nod from his domestic assistant. "The wife must know the habits of her husband," said Prana sharply make Anggi stuck in place.

"Yes, I'm still learning, too" he replied in a very soft tone.

Prana quickly finished her bread and then wiped her lips with a tissue on the dining table. Meanwhile, Anggi sat opposite him while carrying his homemade fried rice.

"Loh, Mum? Had breakfast? Don't eat fried rice?" tanyanya smooth.

"Gue said that. The wife should know her husband's habits. I don't like heavy breakfasts. Enough bread is just jam," said Prana full of emphasis to make Anggi again must be cornered.

The girl then nodded and ate her own fried rice. Disappointed? Sure oes. Anggi hopes Prana will try and give value to his cooking. However, nil. That guy is really stiff and cold. And about breakfast bread? How did Anggi know that her own husband would not tell her? Moreover, they had just become a married couple and there had been almost no such small talk between them to date.

Prana stared at his wife. "Biasain call me by name. Later it becomes a habit to sit in school again," his advice makes Anggi nod again.

The man then got up from his chair. "What kind of party goes by itself? If you're with a spit, I don't like a catgirl," he bargained, but it sounds like a person who is not sincere.

Without waiting for an answer from his wife, Prana breezed toward the car garage. Without thinking, Anggi immediately put on his shoes and ran after Prana before her husband could leave her.

"Wait, Mom!"