Fake Wedding Pledge
Chapter 33 Have Me

The wind blew away the strands of Azkira's hair that seemed free to be scattered. The village is blowing the cold that sometimes feels like it is tickling to make the fur of Rome bristles. The fresh, fragrant aroma of Azkira's body was gently carried by the blow to the surface of Fathan's sense of smell. Yes, the wind also seemed to whisper into Fathan's ear that Azkira was seducing him with beauty and fragrance that was so tempting.

"Bang, are we gonna stay here?" lontar Azkira was a short distance from Fathan.

The woman was standing right in front of the rose pot that was on the porch of the house. Meanwhile, Fathan was sitting quietly in a chair about three meters from where Azkira was standing. The man did not immediately answer Azkira's question, but was busy rubbing his own lips with his fingers. The man looked like he wanted to prey on Azkira with the savagery he had.

"Abang! Didn't you hear me?" repeated Azkira who this time asked firmly.

"What's up, honey?" fathan replied.

"We're going home or staying over?" azkira said as he looked at Fathan looking forward to an answer.

"I want to stay, but tonight there's an invitation to come to Helmi's wedding, my old friend. You're coming, yeah."

"To party? I don't want to come, Bang!" azkira spoke quickly.

Fathan frowned, then he got up and walked closer to Azkira. "Why don't you come with me, Azki?" tanyakanya.

"I don't want to. There must be many of your friends who have a glamorous lifestyle, classy, not like me. I don't want you to be ashamed of me" Azkira said.

"Oh my goodness, honey. Do you feel inferior? Know that you have everything that is not on them. Even if not, I still won't be ashamed to introduce you as mine."

"But I'm not ready, Bang. After all, our marriage alone is not yet known to many. Only the nuclear family and some relatives and closest people only. In fact, the people of the Chilean Sauce Resto don't even know, except for Mr. Dion, right? I can't imagine it. If they find out, they'll make fun of you for marrying me." Azkira continued to talk displaying the anxiety he was feeling.

"Tell me who it is! If they dare to do all that, then I'll break her legs and stuff her mouth with old socks!" fathan answered with a cruel face.

"God! I think I mispronounced. How'this? I don't want to meet a lot of people right now. After all, what if they recognized me as the girl who was doing such an unworthy scene as rumored? Yes, although I did not do it, but I was afraid that my Husband would be affected later," Azkira was so worried.

"Dear, be honest with me. You don't want to come to that party because of what?" fathan urged.

Azkira laughed lightly while misbehaving. "Actually, I don't want to meet a lot of people. I like the quiet atmosphere like this," Azkira reasoned.

Fathan scanned Azkira's face with an analyzing gaze. "Well, you'll get what you want" said Fathan.

Fathan picked up the cell phone that was placed on the living room table. Then, he looked like he was contacting someone. As for Azkira, he strolled around to find out who Fathan was calling.

[Dion, please tell Helmi I can't come tonight] Fathan said on his phone.

[Can't come? Is there a problem?] Dion asked from the end of the phone.

[Nothing. It's just, My wife is not being left behind, ] explained Fathan.

Azkira felt very embarrassed when he heard Fathan who canceled to come to the wedding of his old friend, just for his sake. He grimaced while biting his fingernails. "What's he doing? Duuuh," he murmured softly.

[Ehem! All right, enjoy your time. I'll take care of it.] Dion cleared his throat while giving his willingness to deliver Fathan's message to Helmi.

[You're the best, Dion.] Fathan seemed to be smiling triumphantly.

[Call terminated.]

Azkira immediately ran to the outside, to where he stood again. He was fighting as if he had heard nothing. The woman then plays her hair to cover the nervousness she is feeling.

"Why should you eavesdrop silently, dear? In fact, I originally wanted you to hear my conversation on the phone at a close distance," said Fathan meredek Azkira with a tone of satire.

"N-no, who's eavesdropping?" azkira turned in any direction, so that Fathan could not look at his face that was red withstanding shame.

Azkira closed his eyes with a pounding heart. "Dead me! Why is my body shaking like this?" the weakness in the heart.

"I love your nervousness, honey. You look so stunning" whispered Fathan teasing Azkira.

Azkira who was getting uncomfortable and feeling caught off guard had eavesdropped on Fathan's phone conversation, finally running inside to avoid the man. "Last my history" he grumbled.

Fathan smiled meaningfully. Finding Azkira misbehaving like that was a beautiful victory for him. "Yes, get in the room, honey. Because I also want to invite you to play in there" muttered Fathan.

Azkira was already in the room and was sitting restlessly by the bed. His breath was chasing with the rhythm of his heartbeat getting louder. However, no one long distracted Azkira.

The long-haired lady under the shoulder walked towards a nightstand. "Is this not a picture of Mom and Dad?" point Azkira on a picture frame with a portrait of the face of his late parents.

"Then, this baby girl isn't me? But who is that little boy sitting next to me? I guess I don't have a sister. Right, I'm an only child." Azkira tries to remember, but she doesn't remember anything about the photo.

Suddenly Fathan appeared to surprise him. Azkira was aghast and immediately wrapped his entire body with a blanket on the mattress. "He always made me feel like I was being chased by wolves" Azkira said.

"Dear Azki, you can't run away from me" Fathan said as he sat down and tried to open the blanket that covered Azkira's body.

"Please don't bother me, Bang. I'm so sleepy now." Azkira pretended to yawn.

"This woman is lying to you, Fathan." The man muttered in his heart.

"It's still afternoon, honey. In fact, the moon and stars are still reluctant to appear" Fathan said with a mischievous smile. Meanwhile, Azkira was still hiding under his blanket.

"But my eyes cannot be compromised. It seems, I do need a lot of sleep," elak Azkira.

"Alright, I also want to sleep," said Fathan.

Later, Fathan decides to pretend to be asleep. He wanted to see Azkira's reaction when he found out he was asleep. "Let's see what you're going to do, my wife!" his inner.

A few minutes later, Azkira came out of hiding in the blanket. "Is he really asleep?" he said speak for himself.

There was the sound of laughter being held back. Fathan knows it too, but he still wants to pretend. He let his wife feel safe from him.

In the next instant, Fathan felt the scent of Azkira breathing very close to his face. Fathan also heard back the woman blabbering herself. But again, he just let it go.

"Abang, you're really handsome. I love the shape of your nose, the look of your sharp eyes, your thick eyebrows, and your intoxicating lips. Too bad, sometimes your attitude is very haughty and annoying, huh," Azkira said with a snort.

"Oh, how dare you when I'm sleeping?" reply Fathan batin.

Immediately, Azkira crumpled in the chest of Fathan's field. Feeling his heartbeat, wrapping a hug around his body, and occasionally staring fixedly at his face. Without him knowing, that Fathan just pretended to be asleep.

"Keep revealing your heart, Azki. Decapitate me as much as you. Have me, and control me from now on. I will give up on winning your feelings. Trust me, I'm happy to know there's something you admire about me." Fathan spoke from the depths of his heart.

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