The Heart Attraction Club

I already have a husband looooh!

Party over. Actually, today was very tiring but was soon covered with happiness that I felt.

Mr. Muiz had parked the jeep under the coconut tree and handed over the keys with Fastabi.

I walked out of the tent after changing into a normal shirt.

A giggling sound was heard as the sunset gilded the sand of the beach. They turned out to be cool in capturing their moment by asking for help from the Rifa'i earlier.

Fastabi was talking to his father next to his jeep. I didn't have the balls to meet him at all. Especially interrupt their conversation.

Then a full-bodied man got out of the white Xenia car that had just arrived. He greeted Mr. Muiz and Fastabi. It was not long before Master Muiz left the two of them.

" Congratulations on your marriage, sorry to be late and I was not invited! Hehe. May tonight be the beginning of happiness you have never found" said the man.

Fastabi smiled wryly.

" Where's your wife?" The man looked his eyes here and there. Searching for yourself because the person asked did not answer at all. He seemed to be able to guess it himself.

I found a man looking at me from afar and seemed to be talking about me with Fastabi.

Feeling bad, finally I was forced to join the horde that was giggling asking to be photographed. They are relatives of Fastabi who came from Pangkalpinang. My family came home after the party was over.

Zubaidah approached me before I joined my new relatives.

" How was today? Pleasant? How to marry a famous handsome guy?" He asked while aiming at me with a camera.

" Already Zubai I'm lazy to be photographed" I closed my face with my palm "But you'll catch up soon right?"

" What?"

" Isss. I didn't expect you to be my husband's friend's lover" My straight.

Zubaidah is out "Let me tell you. I didn't expect you to be fooling around with him either. Though many like him and he is reportedly very choosy. I even thought he'd be a weathered bachelor"

" I mean, she's got a lot of girlfriends, huh?"

" It's not like that. I said a lot of people don't like a lot of girlfriends"

" Oh"

" Well Sarah, I'll stay to pack. I'm one of the committee here, however. Your beloved husband is waiting"

I looked at Fastabi. But the man folded his arms and leaned in front of his jeep while staring at his private island.

The man who was talking to him had already left.

I still hesitate to see him. After all, he seems to be much more awkward than me.

" Are you still here, Sarah? Let's get to the car. I've hired a driver to drive you" Tegur, Mr. Muiz. Beside him stood a man whose age was more or less equal to him. Maybe it was the driver he was referring to.

I followed the two middle-aged pulmonary men. While clamping my bag.

Yes, I have a husband, God!

Fastabi immediately corrected his position when he saw us coming to see him.

" Bi, what's your car key? This Sukir sir will take you"

Fastabi's eyebrows pucker. He was confused and quickly reach into his pants pocket to find the object in question. Fastabi gave the key to the driver.

" Come on Sarah. Please go up"

" Dadn't come?" My toot.

" Loh! Why do I come. I'm going home"

" Oh"

We finally left. Fastabi sat in front accompanying Pak Sukir. I sat in the back alone. Good riddance!

" Loh sir, my parents' house has passed" My reprimand.

Mr. Sukir grinned as he glanced at me from the glass.

" The boss asked me to take you to the hotel"

My eyes wide. I speak a thousand languages. So embarrassed to continue talking.

" Oh yes, I live in Pangkalpinang so my job is just to deliver. I will be able to use this car again. I missed the guest bus"

I almost got crumpled.

We got to the city of Pangkalpinang almost three hours a fairly relaxing trip. Mr. Sukir took us to a star-rated hotel that I did not need to mention by name but which is clear I have never been here.

I went into the lobby but Fastabi I didn't find it there. Where's she?

I sat down and thank God a hotel employee came and gave me a key.

" This is the key. Bang Fastabi put it on me earlier"

" Where is he?"

" Huh?" " What's yuk?"

" Where is he?"

" Oh, he's in the room now. Let me take ya yuk"

" Ng, no need. Let me do it myself. Thank you Kesi" I replied as I glanced at the name tag embedded in his chest.

I went to room number 201 on the keychain. I of course slowed down while holding the key in my hand.

My body is getting cold hot. Aduuuh, why does it have to be this way anyway? My screams.

Where did my phone go again. Many messages from my friends were making fun of me and asking fulgar questions and making me shudder.

I'm getting nervous.

I turned to a mushola that happened to be not far from the room I was looking for. I had to pray Isya-Magrib first and then to the room.

After I finished praying I ventured to my room. With a bismillah I opened the door.

My nose immediately smelled a fragrant smell.

Wow, how big is space!

I was looking for that figure. There was absolutely no reply when I said my greetings.

Did he run away?

I giggle about the same events as in the movies when couples run away after marriage.

Uh.

Astagfirullah I am! Amit-amit baby branch.

Have a good fight.

I vaguely heard the faucet in the bathroom turned on.

Maybe he's be'ol! No, he's taking a bath like that.

I headed to the bed that had been decorated with red rose petals that were formed to resemble hearts. While on the left right wall of the bed has dangled flickering lights yellow.

The fragrant smell I smelled when I opened the door came from an aromatherapy candle placed on a small table in the corner of the room.

What dream could I have of this kind of luck?

I immediately put my bag on the bed when I heard the door hadle being turned. I pretended to shuffle my bag. As if I was looking for something I really needed.

I sat on my back.

Hah, the guy's out! The guy's out!

Oh, my God, my God. You are loving and merciful. Only you know how nervous my heart is.

I still continue my pretense when I have prepared as sharp as possible. Who knows if he's talking to me.

I heard her rubbing her hair with a towel while she opened the closet next to the bed and looked for something.

Not long after that I heard a prayerful being held on the floor.

I slowed down my movements that were afraid to interfere with his consistency. I'd better stop this pretense before he gets suspicious.

I have to say hello to him how after he finished praying?

Hii?

Have you finished praying?

How long have we been here?

Ah, let him say hello first. Sorry, sorry I want to go first!

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