Testamentary Wedding

It's enough to play the game

...Thank God, the author is finally back, friends....

...So, hows? Ready to welcome Prana and Anggi again?...

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"Thank you for being on time, Pre."

Dion looked at his best friend intently. Saw something strange on his handsome face. Like, uh, he can't guess.

"Your face why is it beaming like that, Man?" ask Dion curious.

Because, from earlier Prana was already smiling herself in her seat. It was as if there were butterflies flying in the guy's stomach. Make it fly and flower.

"What series? No, just normal," Prana replied casually. However, the red tinge did not disappear from both cheeks.

"Honestly you're the same as me," urged Dion impatiently. The guy also commented on his ugly smile on Prana.

While Prana looked at him in disgust. "What the hell lo, Yon? I was disgusted to see it" he said honestly. The problem is, Dion's face suddenly became like a naughty om-om when he expressed it like that.

"Gini disgust, but you like, right," seduced Dion then poked his best friend's chin.

Nahas, Prana immediately fended off Dion's hand from her chin. The look on his face further implied his astonishment with his one male friend. Sometimes normal, sometimes nosy, sometimes very naughty, sometimes pretentious to pretend to be h*mo too.

"Don't make fun of it. I have the same uncleanness," said Prana.

And at that time Dion also scolded, pretending to be sad at the words of Prana earlier. "Remember, just be honest what the trouble is," he protested with dismay.

"Oh! I know, lo abis it's the same as your Anggi's wife?" guess Dion was real bad. But it is true.

Prana has been thinking about that ever since. Instead of being perverted, he was just happy to remember he had fulfilled one of his obligations, namely giving an inner living to his beloved wife. Prana so feel have full Anggi. It felt like, ah, it could not be described with words. How do I express that joy that is growing in his heart?

Prana nodded faintly in response. Dion who saw the response was then unable to control his excitement. He got up, jumped up and down, and screamed. As if he was the one who experienced it.

Prana's hand immediately pulled the crazy friend's wrist. He was made to look at his head. Who bears the shame here? Prana. His best friend never had such shame. In fact, even in this crowded place.

"Shame to know? Here I am the embarrassed one, anjr*t!" as Prana, annoyed with Dion who is getting insane.

"Yes, you know, Pra. I'm going to be the hangers. Pantesan, from last night you didn't pick up my phone. Turns out that's the reason. Anyway, good night to how many?" Dion purposely hung up his sentence.

"New first."

"New first? Whats? Seriously lo? What have you been married to, Mahaprana Virgo?" cibir Dion is shameless.

"Lo thought marriage was just about what? Bersihin was your brain. It was dirty with a feeling," Prana sneered as she shaken Dion's head violently.

While Dion could only grimace without complaining. "Yes sorry, Mr. Boss. Anyway, why not try it from the beginning?" ask her again shameless.

Prana glared immediately at the sentence that was thrown from Dion's mouth that could not be filtered. "Sir papa. There were several reasons at that time. Why do you even talk about this anyway?" his protest suddenly realized that their conversation was too vulgar.

"Guy me too, Pre."

"Yeah! Who tried first?" spray back.

"So, how? Bima already got what info from the chili-cabean?"

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Anggi was enjoying the cool air in the afternoon on the balcony of Prana's room which has now become his room as well. The view is still beautiful when viewed. I don't know why his heart rate hasn't subsided when he remembers that night. It was a very memorable night for him.

His ability in the world of writing is also being improved. Some short stories he has successfully completed and he neatly stored into a folder on his laptop. I don't know when he will publish to the general public, the important thing is that he already has a lot of stories that he wants to share with people.

The sight of a scavenger in his yard suddenly spread his focus on the book in front of him. He immediately stood up and peeked at what was going on there.

Looks like Ijah is scolding the scavenger. It was heartless to see him bending over with the sack of junk on his shoulder.

Without a second thought, his feet moved to descend down and immediately approached the two. He approached the scavenger who was standing in front of Ijah with that subdued face.

"What's up, Ma'am Ijah?" ask Anggi wondering what really happened.

"This, Ma'am. Ask for donations, he said. Instead of the angry Young Master later, I better just throw this scavenger, Mbak Anggi," explained Ijah to his employer.

"Already, no. Let me do this, " whispered Anggi to Ijah's ear.

Understand with the intention of her employer, the housekeeper immediately resigned and went into the house. Leaving Anggi with a scavenger shrouded in awkwardness.

"What's up, Grandma?" tanyanya gently.

The scavenger grandmother had already dared to raise her head. Hearing the softness of Anggi's voice made his heart adem. The fear he felt when he was driven out by Ijah was instantly gone. Replaced by the serenity of seeing the aura emanating from the face of a dozen-year-old girl in front of him.

"It's clean and glowing your face, son," said the scavenger spontaneously.

Suddenly Anggi was confused and immediately commented on his friendly smile. "Let's go, Grandma I'll take her inside. Grandma's been eating yet?" ask him attentively.

The scavenger's grandmother simply shook her head in response to Anggi's question. With deft Prana's wife immediately memapahah grandmother to enter his house. He treated the uninvited guest patiently and carefully.

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"Where, Grandma? Like the cooking?" asked Anggi, fishing the Grandmother earlier to comment on the cuisine he made just now.

The grandmother who was now sitting next to Anggi nodded while commenting on the smile. The people who saw it were also happy. It was hard to persuade Grandma to eat. Feeling bad for Anggi and the people in the house.

"Son Anggi lives alone here?" ask Grandma with a hoarse voice.

"I live with my husband, Grandma. Where does grandma live?" ask Anggi back.

"Grandma looks tired. I massage his legs, huh?" bargain Anggi sincerely.

Grandma just shut up. However, Anggi did not need to wait for an answer from Grandma for his intention earlier. And Grandma doesn't seem to be a problem either. He did not stop smiling at the girl in front of him.

"That's clean and heartfelt, son," said Grandma.

Anggi was immediately embarrassed to hear it. He continued to focus on massaging the sore points on Grandma's feet. The girl knew very well that Grandma's energy had been drained because she walked a considerable distance from morning while picking up used items she got from the garbage can. It was my grandmother who told me that. And that's the work that you should enjoy every day.

"Pity you, Son Anggi. There are so many exams coming up to you, right? And the toughest test is yet to come. It takes a good time before the big event comes and you have to get ready from now on, honey."

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