Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 8. Wedding

...First love? It's like cotton candy. When the wind touches it, it will slowly disintegrate....

...Feel the sweet taste lumeran in your mouth. Your heart beats fast, admiring how wonderful the sweetness is given by it....

...Life is more vibrant and colorful. That's the first love I remember......

...The only beauty I feel. Only one sentence remains. "I don't want to let you go."...

Michael.

Today some simple dishes are on the table. Or rather turkey chicken and lobster. He was stunned, not touching his food at all. He occasionally glanced at his grandmother.

"May I get married?" the question is no longer giving up. Everything he would do for me.

"Michael, we talked about this you can't get married. Without the permission of the mistress, it means your mother." The answer from Berta was to eat quietly.

"She.I can't live without her. Her smile was sweet, I couldn't sleep. Grandma please..." Pinta Michael again.

"No way!" Firmly Berta, did not want the life of the young master he had raised in seclusion to be ruined. After returning to his original status, there would be many young misses approaching him.

"If so, I hear without eating and drinking for 3 days man will die." A threat from him, made Berta round his eyes.

"No! It's not like Romeo and Juliet! You mustn't die, just for nonsense, in the name of love." Inner Berta, in the end can not come to eat. His eyes looked at Michael who did not touch any food or drink at all. His face looks pale, his lips are white. From when did this young man go on strike eating and drinking like a child!?

Nah! If only there was a doctor of love that was what his young master needed at this time.

"Eat ya? A..y..." Berta tried to feed Michael.

"I'm not a child. Grandma, I'm 28. And no woman was willing to approach me. I also want to be loved by the opposite sex. He made me happy, even though I knew he might hurt me one day. But I still want to hope..." The sentence from him was still silent with a blank look.

"If grandma still won't allow it?" Berta knitted his forehead began to worry, this child will be reckless.

"I'll impregnate him." The final answer from Michael before finally leaving the dining table.

"Crazy!" Shouted Berta ruffling his hair in frustration. How could his innocent master say such a terrible thing. Impregnate!? Whose son will he hamili.

Walk quickly act decently, knocking on Michael's room door quietly."Do you know how to impregnate a woman?" tanyakanya.

"Holding hands while sleeping. Then open the clothes do the breeding process as in the medical book. I'll practice it all!" Shouted Michael curled up under the blanket. For the first time he rebelled from Berta's words. But how else, that smile really made his heart uncertain. The first woman to say she loves herself. Won't let him go owned by another man.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Michael's..." Berta sighed harshly confused as to how.

"Grandmother, I love her..." The words that made Berta melt in the end.

Perhaps his young master was already mature enough to choose a mate. He should think more about everything. Separate it? Was the woman sincere to her young master? As long as it has nothing to do with the family of the great master (the late father of Michael) there may indeed be no pretense.

"Good! Grandma would agree! But you have to eat well." Said Berta from out there. Quickly Michael who was curled up under the blanket came out, opened the door then hugged his grandmother.

A plain and innocent child? That's the Michael he grew up with. Didn't expect his young master to be grown up. I want to start a new family.

"One grandmother message only. Never take off the makeup in front of her. Unless your mother's home." The grandmother's message.

"Good!" Michael nodded, will exert all efforts. For Claudia to love him was not just because of her face.

*

The sound of kasak kusuk was heard, when one of the villa's servants thrilling several invitations to the surrounding population. Wedding reception will be held later tonight.

"What clothes will you wear? I was passing by, the villa was already decorated." Said Ms. Salma, Berta's neighbor.

"Just be rich, but why would you want to go with Mi... Mickey. It was wrong Michael! Ow hell! By the way his name is already this drag." Gerrutu shop owner.

"I don't know. The shaman is now sophisticated-advanced, Michael may be imprisoned in the cave prohibition across the mountain. His name is also dark. But yeah.imagine it already amused. Like Ravana's carrying Goddess Sitha." Ms. Salma shuddered, looking disgusted considering the figure of Michael.

"Eh...Ma! They could be a black family! Maybe Michael was the victim, so his face was broken. I once you know, see Michael's mother who was said to be a TKI in Taiwan came with a luxury car. But leave it in the village next door." Ms. Rena interfered with the conversation.

"Rich? It can't be! His house is like a hut. But indeed Bu Berta appearance is not like the grandmothers of the village in general. Tidy, wear glasses..." Said Ms. Salma, it could not feel that her grandmother and granddaughter were from an economically prosperous community. Remember let alone cars, even bicycles they do not have. Although it has four cows and a buffalo, and a small land planted with cow feed grass. But still, there was no side of luxury in sight.

"But what matters now, the Clouds of the gold shopkeeper's only son were rejected. But why was Michael accepted? Definitely useful!" The warung guard.

"Squeezed his eyes!" Ms. Salma said excitedly, because her son was also rejected.

*

It's their wedding day. As promised, Michael did not release the gelatin that slightly covered his face.

Wearing a tuxedo suit that was prepared by Claudia.

"Women! I'm marrying!" Her screams ruffled frustrated hair. Between joy and worry about the future.

"Every human being should marry. To save the human species from extinction." Clearly Clouds patted the groom's shoulder so tensely.

"Why haven't you married yet?" michael asked considering they were the same age.

"A. I'm married. Just not married yet..." Cloud chuckled, recalling the few girlfriends he had. Even though there was one who became the idol of his heart. The only woman he ever slept with. His distant girlfriend works in the city. With another girl? He was just playing around, with no intention of touching or more serious.

"Married and married is not the same?" Michael knitted his forehead.

"Different! Marriage is a process, marriage is just an endorsement." The answer made no sense to him.

For a moment a servant called out, asking the groom to come out.

*

It's her wedding day, everyone's in this place. He stood in front of the altar waiting for the bride to step closer to him. Along with two children who spread rose petals along the way.

The innocent and kind-hearted side of this man will change. Look how beautiful the bride is with a face covered in white cloth.

"Women who will be tied to me for life. Even if he dies it's mine." The contents in his heart were full of smiles with a rapidly beating heart.