Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 11 Achieving Sweetheart Is Just Raising the Heart

It was late at night that drowned the starlight. The lights are getting dimmer along with the dimness of the eyes that begin to sleepy. However, the drowsiness that comes turns out not to be able to make Revan fall asleep. The man with the sweet smile still looked agitated while holding a picture frame in his hand.

"I took care of you from childhood until you grew up. There have been many people I defeated when they wanted to disturb you, Azki. But now, it's my turn to be defeated by one thing called destiny. As it turns out, the length of time and the many memories we have shared, are powerless to unite us. There is no meaning to anything in front of a predetermined hand line. I'm sick, Azki. Loving you is the least bloody wound, but it hurts me the most."

Revan looked at the portrait of Azkira with himself in the picture frame. Not feeling, her tears just escaped. "After this I don't know anymore, Azki. Can I still fall in love with someone else, or maybe not? Because all my love has been carried away by you."

Not noticeably, the chaos of the Revan's disobedience became a bedtime for himself. He slept while hugging his picture with Azkira. The man was feeling the most broken heart he had ever experienced in his life.

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The morning atmosphere in Antoni's magnificent house. Like yesterday, Azkira kept waking up early and preparing breakfast for her husband's family, which only the three had counted with her. The woman looked deft with her tools and cooking ingredients.

"Non, let Bi Inah help you" said a housekeeper named Inah.

"It's okay, Bi. Auntie just do another job. Azki just made breakfast 'kok. If it's for Aunt's new lunch that's cooking," Azkira said with a friendly smile.

"Good, Non. Then, Bi Inah wants to continue mopping the floor first," said Bi Inah while bending her body.

"Auntie, it doesn't have to be. Azki is not Bibi's boss, so be normal" Azkira said, embracing Bi Inah, like a child to her mother.

"Doooh, thank you, yes, Non." Bi Hina's eyes glazed over.

"Already, now Aunt continue her duties. Azki also wants to cook," added Azkira who did not want to see any tears that fell this morning.

Working in the kitchen is indeed a thing that Azkira likes. Although not very clever, but he has an interest in cooking since long ago, when he was a child. He likes to pour his feelings into the taste of cooking. For him, cooking is the ultimate art to please.

"Good morning, Dad. Sit down, this morning Azki cooked a special fried rice. I hope you like it" Azkira told Antoni, who had just sat at the dinner table. The woman spoke as if she had forgotten her sadness.

"Waaah, I can't wait to eat it soon" Antoni said enthusiastically.

"Morning, Dad." Suddenly Fathan came.

"August, Son. Let's have breakfast together. Azki already made it for us," Antoni asked with an unfettered smile from his lips.

This time Fathan sat there with Antoni. The man seemed to be thinking of something. "Why does he always make breakfast by himself? Isn't there Bi Inah?" inner Fathan.

Azkira asked them to eat his breakfast in the morning. He did not look at Fathan for being reluctant. However, the woman looked at Antoni the Father-in-Law, and could not wait for her reaction.

"How does it feel, Dad? Is that good?" cetus Azkira.

"Hemm! It's the best and most delicious fried rice I've ever eaten" Antoni replied as he continued to chew. The middle-aged man also ate voraciously.

Azkira was happy because his Father-in-law liked his cooking. "Good meal, Father," Azkira added, answered nodding by Antoni.

"Ciiihh ... exaggerate!" fathan's great-grandson to both of them.

"How's Fathan? It feels good, doesn't it?" ask Antoni while continuing to show his happy hue.

"Ehem." Fathan almost choked.

"It's normal, Dad. It tastes like plain fried rice and nothing special," poked Fathan in a poignant tone.

"Ahh, that's right. Your tongue must be unhealthy" Antoni said.

"Dad, sincerity can only be felt by a sincere heart as well. Like this fried rice. It will reach the heart if one eats it with love and gratitude" Azkira said.

"Hemm, you're right, Azki. I agree with you" Antoni said.

Fathan is silent. He squinted at Azkira and was greeted with a smile of ridicule by Azkira. At the dinner table there are two conflicting circumstances, namely the warmth of love and the coldness of falsehood.

Minutes by minutes passed. Everyone ate their breakfast, and Fathan was no exception. That made Azkira know that actually Fathan also really likes his cooking. Otherwise, where may be the portion of food that deliberately Azkira more for Fathan is exhausted.

"Fathan, you're going out of town for a long time. It may take a month or two. Uncle Manggala wanted Dad to keep an eye on our business development firsthand" Antoni said as they sat back in the living room.

"OK, Dad. Good luck with the business," replied Fathan as a mangosteen. The man turned his attention back to the screen of the phone he was holding.

"Remember Fathan, take good care of your wife. I don't want to hear anything bad happened to him" Antoni told Fathan.

"Father, whose father's son is Fathan, not him," Fathan refuted while clucking in annoyance.

"Dad knows, Fathan. But for now and beyond, Azkira was the same. He's Dad's son, because he's married to you." Antoni doesn't want to be disputed anymore.

"Yes! It's up to Dad," replied Fathan, he felt free to argue with his father.

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In the afternoon, Antoni said goodbye to go out of town. A driver was waiting to take Antoni to the airport. Don't forget Antoni gave his Son and Son-in-law a hug before he left. He then left his home for the airport.

As far as Antoni was concerned, Fathan again acted as before in Azkira. His eyes were cold and full of reproach. However, Azkira tries a fool with her husband's attitude. He did not want to continue to wail, because it would weaken him. Even though, deep inside Azkira, she is still a woman who needs to be treated with a gentle and loving attitude.

"Don't be big-headed just because my father loves you so much" flung Fathan back into the house.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fathan. Because compassion will only be encouraging, not chief!" tukas Azkira who walked quickly before the steps of Fathan.

Fathan was furious at Azkira who felt increasingly brave. "A proud woman" Maki Fathan. His steps had paused for a while because he heard Azkira's words earlier. Then, he started walking again and intended to do the calculations with Azkira who had already dared to argue with him.

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