Testamentary Wedding

Aeron.

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"Thank you, Nggi. Make the treaty the same I am willing to curhatin," said Rena told Anggi who stood next to him.

The girl pulled both ends of her lips together, forming a smile. "Look easy, Ren. I'm also happy if you want a gini story. If you need anything, you can call me at the number I gave you. Who knows, I could give you advice. Whenever it is, i**Allah I will immediately answer if not busy." Anggi. The girl was endlessly developing a smile.

"You're so good, Nggi. Surely your husband is very lucky to be able to get your noble wife. May it last until jannah and soon be given the same trust of God to have offspring yes," said Rena while rubbing the shoulder of his new friend.

"Aamiin, thank you, Ren. You too, I hope you can meet your ex soon and reverse it?"

They throw each other smiles. From their conversation since the first time they met, the two were both friendly and open. We can trust each other. Both are capable of being good listeners. And from their tone of speech, both Anggi and Rana both have their own softness. It was like two angels who were suddenly met in an unexpected meeting.

Anggi looked towards the entrance and his smile instantly broke when he found her husband's car license plate was walking towards the two.

"Ren, my husband's wealth is up. Have you got an online project yet? If not, how about we? Besides, we're also in line. My husband would be happy to nganter, too" he bargained. It's a pity if Rena is alone there later, he thought.

Rena smiled thinly while shaking slowly. "No need to bother, Nggi. This is my online project up front. Yes, I did first. See you soon, Anggi," she said kindly.

"Oh, that. Yes, be careful, yes," Anggi replied as he waved at Rena who was getting away.

Meanwhile, her husband's car was getting closer. She took a few steps forward to Prana's car and smiled broadly as her husband opened the windshield.

"Yuk, Pretty! Please come in" said Prana from inside the car, winking her eyes.

Habits. Prana always teases him on various occasions. Either at home, outside, even in public places. However, Anggi could not lie if she really liked the treatment of her husband like that. He said his heart was always in bloom and he felt like he was flying freely into the air.

Anggi stuck her tongue out at her husband and immediately got into the car. "Genit yes, you," she said as she pinched the nose of her late handsome husband.

Prana gave a crisp laugh hearing his wife's sneer. "No papa if flirtatious to his own wife," he replied while shuffling his beloved wife's hair, making Anggi had to painstakingly hide a tinge of red on both cheeks now.

"Cheel, red-red cheeks. Why, Neng? Blushings? Whooo, huh?" seductive Prana endlessly makes his wife upset and happy at the same time.

"Ih! Prana must be! I don't like it."

Prana let go of laughter hearing that. Ah, Anggi always hated moments like this. Can't he hide his blooming feeling every time Prana makes it that way?

In the next second, Prana stared focused forward and began to gas the gas. Sometimes he glanced at his wife. The contents of his head suddenly turned around a few years ago. When her late father-in-law asked, even forced her subtly to marry his daughter.

Then, Prana was also forced by her parents to want to fit a wedding dress with Anggi who at that time did not know anything about this matchmaking. Later, on the day he made a pledge to keep an Anggia Soraya for the rest of his life until he met death.

And from then on it also turned out that his treatment hurt his own legitimate wife more. How heartbroken he was when he remembered the innocent face of his wife at that time. But he never cared about his feelings. Prana always turned away from her wife's happiness mask. And now he is very grateful because God has opened the door of his heart to Anggi.

He told himself many times how lucky he was to have a wife as gentle and as good as Anggi. Prana does not ask God for anything at all at this time, she just wants her wife to always be by his side. He did not want Anggi far away let alone go of his life. That alone was enough for him.

"Mass? Why do you care about me being rich? You're driving again, Mas. The focus used to be just as nyetirnya," reprimanded Anggi who caught her husband wet was staring at her silently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, My wife. I'm sorry, I scared you" Prana replied spontaneously. He immediately returned to trying to focus on his driving activity this time.

"No papa, my mom."

And suddenly also the shadow of the girl who stood next to Anggi was passing in the pelt of Prana's eyes, making the man wonder. Not what, but Anggi's husband was just curious because he had never seen Anggi's friend that one.

"My wife?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"The girl next door was your friend?" he asked while focusing on the street in front.

Anggi turned his head, looking at her husband with a frown that adorned the face. Then she looked back at the streets, just like her husband did today. "Oh, earlier. That's me, Mas. I met accidentally at the mall. That guy's really nice, Mom. We only met for the first time because he gave me back from the cashier who missed," he explained.

"Oh, so that's your new theme?"

"Yes, Mas. Very kind to know, honest, friendly, meek. Duh, it was rich angel who just came down from the sky. Until I insecurely know, Mom?" Anggi praised his new friend who he met earlier. It was clear from the glare of his eyes.

Prana could only shake her head while chuckling softly. "Can't be insecure. Anyway, which girl can nandingin your noble wife? Udah, beautiful look, beautiful heart, good at making husband cool. A lot anyway. I'm sure there will never be another wife as perfect as you, my wife." Prana instead praised his wife. Do not want if Anggi constantly feel insecure about himself.

"Ih, Mas Prana why do I keep praising me?"

"Why indeed?"

Anggi was stunned for a moment. "Yes, no papa. But, if excessive also does not feel good to know. How do you think, huh? Try it if you. Surely you also feel bad, right if praised excessively?" he said in a tone that implied his ungodly taste to the guy sitting in the steering chair.

"You were too. Muji your new temen is so excessive." Prana threw back his wife's statement.

"Yes, I think abis is perfect. Oh yeah, but he's so sorry to know, Mom."

Prana immediately frowned. "Pity? Poor why, Yang?" he asked while faithfully listening to his wife's chatter.

"Yes, pity. He said, he broke up with his ex because his ex was betrothed to another girl. And more sadly, it turns out he has pneumothorax and has to undergo treatment out of town. But, he said his ex was not married and he was lucky to have recovered now. Keep going, he will come back here again, he said he wants to fight for his old love again. If from what I see from the same eye highlight her body gesture at the time of the story anyway, she is very in love with her ex. In fact, it's been about three years apart." Anggi bercerocos long.

However, Prana is not at all uncomfortable because his wife's voice always sounds beautiful and makes him miss when he was babbling like that. Anggi's husband actually feels very happy if his wife talks a lot. Because that way, it means Anggi's mood is happy at this time.

"Yes yes, Mas? Good God, he can recover. His face was gloomy just as I met. About meeting his ex, he said he had not and finished this is possible," he replied.

"Yes already. You don't think too much about him, do you? Remember the pregnancy program, "remember her husband. He knew very well that his wife liked to think about things that she really did not need to think about. While Anggi was just a whimper in response.

"Oh yes, tomorrow you check up. I will take you to the doctor" said Prana, looking at Anggi who was busy looking at the busy streets that were quite crowded that afternoon.

"Who? Check up again, huh? You're not busy, are you? I can take an online taxi to the doctor" replied his wife who was worried about her husband's increasingly crowded work lately.

"Your mulu online object, Yang. So, really your husband is me what Mas ojek online, anyway?" Prana joked, but it seemed to make his wife pursed her lips.

"Canda, Neng. I'm pretty solid tomorrow, anyway. But, can still hand over to Mr. Burhan. Udah, you just calm down," he explained, making Anggi get the answer.

"Isn't it really papa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Astaghfiullah! Anggia," cried Prana suddenly on the sidelines of the driving activity.

Of course Anggi jerked in surprise. Why does it have to be like that, anyway? In addition to nyebelin and a whiz of flirting with his wife, Prana is also an expert in making Anggi surprised for no reason.

"Subhanallah, Mas. Why the hell, you? Make people shocked, "Aggi's protest was upset because her husband made her shocked half to death.

"My brother's missing at the office, Yang. How are you going?" he said as he sidestepped his car slowly to the side of the road with a face that panicked for mercy.

"It's important, my stuff?" ask Anggi who became panicked because of it.

"Yes. One blue map, it contains files I have to sign tonight. Well, how's dong?" clearly with a facial expression that increases panic considering the important files.

Anggi tried to calm down so as not to follow the more panic. If both panic, who can give a solution with a cold head?

"What if you take it to the office, Mom? It's not closed, is it?" Anggi offers a solution and indeed that is the one thing that is in the head of the girl at this time.

"Yes, it's still open. But, what are you going to do? No flogging, Yang?" he asked back, still half in panic.

"No, no papa, Mom. Kan, it's not really night. Udah, the hunt rather than not run later the problem," asked Prana's wife. It is true that the sky is still quite bright tonight and the Maghrib Azaan has also just reverberated.

"Well, we're back in the office."

"Yes, Mum."

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"Night, Mr. Prana."

"Night."

Prana several times threw her trademark smile and greeted the people she met in the hallway towards her private office room which was on the fifth floor of the magnificent building that split the city.

Arriving in front of his room, with a deft movement Prana reached into the pocket, took the card from inside there and then attached it to the bottom of the door knob. However, not until he turned the knob, someone had first called him. Surprisingly, the person did not call him using 'Sir' or anything like that, but instead just called him a name.

"Pre! It's really you, right?"

The handsome guy slowly looked back and his eyes immediately caught the female figure he had been looking for her existence.

"Rena? You-you, right here?" reply Prana who is more surprised than the girl in front of him now.

"Pra, this is really you, right Pra? The guy who always calls me an angel in high school?" said Rena while touching the cheek of the guy in front of her. The tear was already curled up in the eye patch and dripped from there.

However, had not had time for Rena to touch his face, Prana immediately brushed off the girl's hand slowly. "Sorry, Ren. What do you need here?" the tan was cold and stiff, as was his long-lost nature and now returns along with the return of his most hated woman.

Rena who got such treatment response increasingly shed tears profusely. "Pre? Wh why? You still love me, right?" his tan urged with a quivering voice, as vibrating as his hands and feet are today, staring at the pair of eyes he had not seen for three years.

"Why what, Ren? I should have been to Lo, why? Why go and disappear? Three years ago," Prana smiled cynically, "and now you have dared to point your face in front of me at will. You never thought about how I felt at that time, Ren? Where's the Renata I need? No, this is definitely not lo. Because Renata was dead, he was lost without reason and certainty" he continued.

Rena who heard that sentence immediately fell to the floor. His legs were no longer able to support his limp body. Tears fell and fell to the floor. Really, Prana was helpless to see Rena like that. But, what can I do. His feelings have been hurt by him.

"Pre. I beg you, I'm sorry. I have a reason, Pre. Please, just hang on." Rena begged her ex.

Prana wants to cry too. That girl has driven him crazy and lost his mind. The girl had blinded him and turned away from his loving wife sincerely and patiently. Anggia Soraya's. Yes, Prana can't falter. He continued to mention the name Anggi in his heart and mind.

"What's the reason, Ren? No need to pretend anymore. Because I'm sick of all that fake talk."

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