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Nagging fashion wife candidate

Jonathan did not want to delay any longer, he kept his promise immediately brought Jamilah to the top of the guarantee. The two were at a boutique to try on a wedding dress.

"The candidate body is small, Mas so I make a simple dress so it does not look heavy and drowned" said the owner of the salon.

"Return, I believe whatever Bu Sri chooses must be good and suitable" said Jonathan cheerfully. Ever since her act proposed to Jamilah in front of the crowd, her heart kept on blossoming. His cheerful face was deliberately not covered up.

"The candidate already has a KTP yet, Mas?" seducer is one of the salon staff.

"Here you go, what do you need a ID card for? Can you pay for a dress with ID?"

"Thankfully, he was still under 17 years old," the salon employee was followed by laughter from other employees.

"Sstt, you guys are nosy right," said Ms. Sri, "Sorry yes, Mba, Mas the kids here do like to joke."

"Ga nothing, ma'am just relax. I am 21 years old, Mba," Jamilah said with a smile. She took over the conversation because her future husband's face was already wrinkled.

"You eat a lot, so that the body is more contained. Don't let anyone think you're not happy with me." Jonathan grumbled in the car on the way home.

"Yeah" said Jamilah lazily. This is one of Jonathan's traits that he does not like. Quickly angry and snuggled. Age does not guarantee the maturity of a person. His age with Jonathan is quite far, but in reality it is always him who tries to understand and succumb.

"Tomorrow ain't workin', is it?" Let's respond with a nod of the head.

"We're looking for an apartment yuk."

"You moving again? Why don't you live in the apartment I live in now? There are quite large rooms, there are also two. There is a kitchen, living and dining room, WC and balcony. It is enough just to stay together. After all, if Mr. Jo works I'm only alone in the apartment all day. If it is too big tired to clean it, if it is small as it is now will be good neat," said Jamilah at length. Jonathan just gawked with his head nodding, he was a little amazed this new Jamilah spoke that much with him.

"Well, if you want it that way. As long as you are comfortable there, I follow the wishes of the hostess. Where do we decide to go on our honeymoon? Japan, Korea, Bali or Raja Ampat?" Jonathan began to eagerly open the conversation, but his forehead creased again as Jamilah sighed in annoyance at his offer.

"Do I have to go out of town or even go out of the country? What is the honeymoon? What do you want to do there?"

"Eh, yes the street is a-a-doodle"

"Every day we go for a walk. This is also the way both do not have to go out of the country as well, dear money. Mr. Jo is also in a new company pioneering later to be reprimanded by Mr. Beni if too long leave. After all there is still a project on the ground downstream from his Papa Mba Stella, it's a trust Mr. Jo not to be negligent," interrupted Jamilah at length. The second time Jonathan made gawking and could not deny what his future wife said.

Jonathan took off the top button of his shirt. His neck felt suffocated hearing Jamilah's line of advice. Why did he feel that the woman beside him was a combination of Mama and her sister-in-law, wise but chatty. Should he be grateful or be grieving.

"Why are the buttons opened? Then get in the wind. If the heat of the AC is raised, or the window is opened, do not button clothes that are opened later hurt, it is also not nice to see people are considered to do the wrong thing in the car."

"Yes, it was a bit crowded" Jonathan said slowly. He fixed his shirt back.

"It's over, I'm down." Make a sweet smile before you open your seatbelt, "Where are you going?" Jamilah held Jonathan's hand as the man also opened his seatbelt.

"You go down among you up" said Jonathan plainly.

"Daaahh," said Jonathan lirih even though the car door was closed and Jamilah had disappeared from behind the glass door of the apartment.

Jonathan was still sitting quietly and pensively in the car. He scratched his head that did not itch, why he felt he saw a different side of his future wife. People say before the wedding there are usually many tests experienced by both brides. Does this include a test for him?

Jonathan turned the wheel home, his initial desire to stop by first enjoy coffee with his friends as usual suddenly dimmed.

Arriving home, he arrived on time for dinner. His family members were sitting at the dining table. Her mother and Hanum went in and out of the kitchen and dining room.

"Tumben's home? It hurt?" ask Mama to see her lesion face.

"Want to go home." Jonathan pulls the chair in front of Alex.

"Have you washed your hands yet? From the outside enter the house washing hands first, let alone this want to eat," Hanum said as he passed behind him.

Pan tat Jonathan who almost touched the chair, lifted back up. He stepped into the sink and washed his hands there. From a distance he saw his mother serving his father and his sister-in-law serving his brother. Then he rejoined his family.

"Pa, don't eat too much sambal he said was constipated," protested Mama when her Papa will take sambal for the umpteenth time. His father sighed disappointed but smiled faintly.

"Ohhuuk ... Uhuuk." - Uhuuk." Hanum coughed small. Alex swiftly poured a glass of water and gave it to his wife.

"Slow down a little bit of his meal, chased by who the hell?" alex grumbled but he fondly rubbed Hanum's back to help relieve her cough.

"Later Sarayu woke up" Hanum said after adjusting her breathing.

Jonathan notices the interaction of the four members of his family. Actually such scenes are common everyday, but tonight looks so beautiful in his eyes.

...❤️🤍...

Stop by my friend's work too yuk

blurbs :

The Novi and Surya households have been running for almost seven years of marriage. In the course of the household they all seemed fine, there was never any quarrel or third person in their relationship.

However, on their eight-year household journey, there was a woman who was considered to be a real person in her household.

The harmony of their household as if tested, by the woman.

Will they be able to pass through their household well without hindrance?