Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 57 Guest Onion

The news reached Azkira and Fathan's ears. Dila did not stay to get the news. Thus, they were all present to take Nurhayati to her final resting place.

Everyone is sorry. Revan continued to speak on top of the navel, to Nurhayati who had been buried in red soil. "Thank you, Mother. Thanks to you I never felt alone after I lost my family" he said. Then, he kissed a temporary nissan made of wood.

Azkira, Revan, Dila, Gunawan and Sinta also sow flowers and rose water on the red soil that is still wet. Then, they strengthened Revan. Dila herself, seems to have done nothing. The suffering was too intense to cover them.

"Abang ...," said Azkira while gesturing for Revan to stand up.

Unable to resist, Revan immediately rose to his feet. And they started leaving the funeral. Like missing half his life, more or less that's how Gunawan feels. Like a chick losing its mother, maybe that's a more appropriate word for Revan. Meanwhile, the others dissolved in the same grief.

Arriving at Gunawan's house, or Revan's foster father. The man began to introduce Dila as his future wife. Actually, it wasn't the right time, but Revan didn't want to delay anymore.

"Father, Grandma, Azki, Fathan" Revan exclaimed to everyone. "Include me, this is Dila. My future wife" he added again.

Dila looked down deeply. There is a sense of nervousness as well as shame and pleasure. Everything is mixed into one.

"Dila, since when are you--"

"Just ask your brother Azki" Dila said pausing Azkira's question.

"Okay, I'm so happy for you guys." Azkira hugged Dila.

"Ekhemc .... Congratulations, Bang." Fathan cleared his throat with a soft tone. Everyone laughed at him.

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"Abang, what is this?" asked Azkira while frowning his forehead.

"That's the gift I'm preparing for Bang Revan's wedding later," Fafhan replied casually.

"Yes my. Bang Revan hasn't even spread out the invitation. Is this not wrong?"

"What's wrong with that? Of course not wrong, Azki. I'm so happy, because Bang Revan could finally fall in love with another woman."

"meaning?"

'Ahh, that means he is no longer fixated on his love for you, Azki. Why are you so innocent! Revan used to love you like a lover. It was only after she found out that you were siblings that she tried to anchor her heart to another girl.' Fathan continued to blabber in his heart.

"Abang, why shut up? I'm asking, " Azkira is still waiting for Fathan's answer.

"Yes, I mean .. I'm just happy for Bang Revan" replied Fathan alibi.

"really? So, you've started loving Bang Revan too?" azkira said as she wrestled spoiled on Fathan's arm.

"That's pastu, Azki. Bang Revan my brother is also 'right," Fathan said proudly.

"That can't and will never happen" Fathan responded quickly. Azkira laughed amusedly.

Fathan suddenly crouched down in front of Azkira while stroking his stomach. "Darling, haven't any of my seeds grown there yet?" cetus Fathan just like that.

Azkira's facial sharpener instantly turned frozen. "Abang, why are you asking like that? Is it the seed of spinach that can grow quickly? The seed of the child is only God who can determine when it grows, Bang," Azkira explained.

Fathan got up again. "Do we need another honeymoon?" asked Fathan with a hopeful face.

"Deehhh! Why is it that you're starting to suck?" azkira protested while pinching the squash on both sides of Fathan's cheeks.

The warmth between the two continues. They're chasing each other, until pillow fight. And of course it ends up fighting on the bed. Ah, Fathan could have taken advantage of every situation and time with Azkira. He's a really tough stud.

Meanwhile, Dion, an acute singles man, is fulfilling his duties as manager of the Chilean Sauce Resto. He directed a supervisor to keep control of the restaurant. That's because they had just faced a chatty guest and the work was just a protest against the menu and service at the Chilean Sauce Resto. The female guest with the splashy makeup was always looking for loopholes to scold or blame the waiter and waitress who served her.

"Why is tissue placed on the side plate?" he said with a little snarl.

"Pardon, Miss. Our restaurant concept is like that. Laying tissue on the side plate and shaped like a flower" replied a waitress named Anjani.

"Huh! What a boring answer," the woman's great-grandson again.

Dion who heard that from a distance of several meters, immediately shook his head while clucking in annoyance. "So he protested because the ice cubes are long and there is a hole in the middle. Then, he protested again because the chili sauce was too spicy. And now, even tissue did not escape from his unreasonable protest. Actually, she's here to eat or to be a judge?" grumbled Dion who felt like he wanted to strangle the very ugly visitor.

"Patience, Mr. Dion. Maybe he has julid's disease," said a supervisor known as Angga.

"You're right, Angga. Maybe his life has been stressful all along. Poor, even though he was young," Dion sneered while not letting go of his gaze toward the woman.

"Already, Mr. Dion. Don't keep looking. Danger, fearing that Mr. Dion might fall in love later," said Angga who saw Dion's eyes continue to be glued to the chatty restaurant visitor.

"Shut your mouth, Angga. Continue your work!" dion's toilet didn't take it.

Return to Azkira and Fathan. They are still continuing the next round. Like no fatigue, Fathan continued to work Azkira's body according to his heart's will. He really overwhelmed Azkira to serve him.

"Abang, I'm tired" Azkira lamented.

"But I still want to, honey. You're too opium for me."

Azkira was lazy to argue, because he knew Fathan would not budge if the matter was one. Finally, he let his body be played by Fathan as he pleased. He chose resignation rather than getting tired because his words were not heeded.

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