Testamentary Wedding

12 Years later

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Anggi down every corner of the city with small steps that start heavy. Tears continued to pour, plunging from both of his eyes. Until people looked at him with strange looks.

Really, Anggi is really losing his way at the moment. Home, its purpose has disappeared along with the whole taste that began to fade. It was unexpected that he had been wrong all this time. The girl repeatedly cursed herself. Upset, angry, disappointed, sad, all have managed to be arranged into a perfect unity carve lara in the heart of Anggi.

The girl looked up at the sky, immediately thinking of disappearing from the earth. Either to any planet, mars, jupiter, or even pluto. He's very willing. The important thing is that he can forget everything, especially the person he has loved and loved so far.

"Stupid, Anggi! You idiot!" The girl squeezed a piece of the fabric of her toad pants.

Her eye bags were swollen, her nose red, and her lips were deathly pale. He did not care how people looked at him confused and strange. To the point where it is numb. His crying suddenly stopped and tears could no longer come out of his mouth.

His steps finally came to a halt right in front of the child and baby supply store. Attach the eyes of Anggi immediately catch objects that are familiar in the world of babies. Yeah, diapers and milk bottles. Uh! If only Anggi had been pregnant with her husband's baby, surely the girl would be much stronger now. Because the baby will definitely channel energy, encouraging her to get through this.

His phone suddenly shook. He immediately grabbed it from his pocket and rubbed the screen, and brought it closer to his ear. At the same time, the girl also tried to control her breathing and relieve her stuffing.

"Yes, Jes. Yes, can you pick me up? At the address I sent in this chat abis," he said on the phone.

After that, the girl put the tech thing back in her pocket and sat in a long chair in front of the store. The shadow was still faithfully perched on his head. How Prana hugs the girl who somehow and how she kisses her husband's cheek.

Thanks, Mas. Because you apparently prefer to give thorns roses for me, he said wryly in the heart.

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"Anggium? My wife?"

Anggi completely ignored the call of her husband. The girl just breezed by, even while passing through Prana. Just look no, until her husband suddenly felt anxious and afraid at the same time.

"My wife? We're obrolin' on top, huh?" prana, following his wife's steps up the stairs.

Orggi stopped making Prana also stopped. The girl turned around, without looking at her husband's bead. This time the view of the floor of his house became more attractive compared to the face of Prana. He then breathed heavily.

"Yes. I take a shower first," she said coldly.

After that, the girl went upstairs with mixed feelings. Not knowing what to do, but certainly he was really lazy to respond to the husband who loved it. And for now, she hesitates about her love for Prana. Everything seems to be getting worse and Anggi realizes it.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Prana could only stare at his wife's back with a blank look and mind. A knife has managed to sweep his heart to pieces. He immediately shuffled his frustrated hair with both hands.

"Anggia, you're too precious to be hurt. Sorry for the umpteenth time, I let you down" monologue.

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Prana waited for his wife while sitting at the end of the bed. In fact, the guy had not had time to change his clothes. He doesn't care about anything more than a misunderstanding between him and Anggi.

Meanwhile, Anggi did not tastefully look at her husband. He pretended to be busy combing his hair and looking in the mirror. Occasionally, she took a glance at the reflection of her husband's reflection from the mirror in front of her. Silence immediately enveloped the atmosphere of the room. Suddenly awkwardness ambushed the two.

"You can explain anything, Mom. I will be horrified," said Anggi finally, starting the conversation.

At least his head was much colder at the moment and he could think clearly, not being ignited by the flames of anger. Whatever the explanation later, Anggi has prepared himself and fortified his feelings. God willing too, Anggi will be sincere. And the girl has also prepared the best middle path for herself and her husband later if forced by circumstances.

Prana exhales. The man looked at the back of Anggi's wife who was behind him. "My wife. Everything you saw misunderstood. We didn't do anything at all" he began with a thumping feeling of course.

Anggi's husband had arranged the words neatly in his brain, to be conveyed to his wife. However, all soon collapsed as Anggi responded, "Do I have to believe in you?"

Booms! A bullet made it through his heart, right on target. Why is it that painful question that has to come out of his wife's lips? Weak prana and power loss. Really, he immediately became the weakest man and husband at the moment.

"Fig, please you have to believe me. He's my ex" explained Prana again. From his tone it was clear that the guy was weak at the moment.

Anggi looked at her reflection in the mirror with a blank look. Instantly an uncomfortable sigh immediately enveloped the chest. Hearing the word 'former' was already able to make his heart sliced. Complete already, the hug, the kiss, and also the fact that the girl turned out to be her ex-husband.

"Then?" ask Anggi again, trying not to get emotional. He must speak of this with a cold head, not to be selfish.

"Then, he came to the office, saw me. She's Renata, the girl you once called your new best friend, my wife."

Waitaminute! So, Renata? The girl with the acute pneumothorax? So, all the stories that girl ever told you about Prana? So, the guy Renata called ex was her own husband? What the fuck. Anggi as if toyed with by destiny.

Okay. Anggi took a long breath. He calms himself. The girl knows what to do now. Anggi knows very well how Renata is, as well as Prana who turns out to be his former best friend. Prana's wife was very understanding that the disease suffered by Renata is not a playful disease.

They must still love each other. Anggi once saw the sincerity of a Renata's love for her own husband from the twinkle of her eyes when the girl told him about Prana. And Anggi is self-conscious. That girl can't be selfish either. Anggi knew very well what was best for the three of them.

"You can talak me, Mas," said Anggi suddenly.

Prana turns away instantly. I can't believe what his wife said. With both feet heavy, the man got up from his seat and slowly approached his wife.

"My wife? You are still carried away by emotions. Calm yourself first. Do not let the anger in you defeat reason and logic" Prana told Anggi. Thought his wife was just being emotional, not really saying it.

Anggi then immediately stared at Prana's bead eyes and their views met. "Mas, I'm no longer emotional. I am sincere, Mas. I can't be selfish. Mas, you still love Renata, right? The pneumothorax cannot be underestimated. He needs you far more than I do" he explained with a hint of his airy feeling.

For whatever sake, Anggi is actually not at all willing to share let alone give her husband's love completely to other people. However, if the situation is like this, Anggi can not do anything. A figure like Renata must need more love and love from a man he loves than himself. If that's what's on Anggi's mind now.

"Pig! You're fuckin', anyway? Whatever the reason, I will never talk about you. Until anytime," reject Anggi's husband firmly. The guy was really angry at his wife this time. Prana is not out of thought with the attitude of Anggi who suddenly selfish like this. Didn't he think about Prana's feelings even a little?

"You think again, Mas. Justjust please. It's for the good of all of us. And to give you time for this, I'll stay in my old house so you can think about it more carefully."

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