First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
5. DRAMA QUEEN

Firda was sitting coyly in the dining chair, Umi and Abah just smiled faintly looking at her misbehaving daughter-in-law.

Because it was asked to help in the kitchen to make breakfast and even sleep, fortunately Umi understood that Firda was still not ready to be a wife.

Unlike Bujang, he would stare ferociously if Firda looked at him.

After all, he had become someone else's son-in-law but his behavior was still absurd. He was told to pray and sleep.

"Today's college, son?" ask Umi gently.

Her daughter-in-law is much younger than her two married daughters, so should be treated like the youngest child.

"Today there is no class, Umi." he replied gently, until Bujang choked on the fried rice to hear the sound of Firda's teasing.

The drama queen.

"Can I cook?" ask Umi again.

Firda nodded calmly.

What a head boy.

"What kind of cooking is that? Umi so want to try the cuisine of Umi's daughter-in-law, surely your husband if you want taste too. Right, Mish?" Umi turns to Bujang who can only smile.

They can only cook water.

"Just be able to cook the same water as a plump egg, Umi."

No, what I said.

Umi and Abah just smiled, Bujang pretended not to care. Girls are now usually just hanging out, laughing, and lying in the room while drifting in the world of social media.

"Let's learn the same, Umi? Wanna?"

Firda had to nod.

"You want to go with Hamish to the cafe? Help-help, all Hamish will introduce you to his employees."

"No, Umi, Firda at home is just like Umi learning to cook," replied Firda quickly.

What would the world say if it knew Firda was married, no, no one should know. Even Sisil and Gita did not know if he was married last night, could laugh gladly Gita heard the calamity that befell him. He is the most objected to the joint purchase of a mobile phone.

Bujang himself also has no intention to introduce Firda as his wife, let the news that circulated muffle first and Bujang will bring Firda to the surface.

Bujang must also prepare mentally first, because marrying a teenage girl is not thought by Bujang at all.

After breakfast, Bujang went to the cafe. He had to clarify to all his employees about the annulment of the marriage to the Rose.

Fortunately, he was still able to think clearly yesterday and immediately made an announcement in his wa employee cafe group, as well as the group wa friends SD, SMP, SMA, first campus and friends.

Bujang can lose weight if all the invitations from his friends come to his party Roses. Fees from Bujang, who can envelope precisely Rose and her husband.

Gibb...Sorry sorry, but Bujang is not that cheap.

Many reactions that Bujang received, from ridicule, want to know why, what, why and many are also concerned about the fate of Bujang.

"Beautiful but your fate is not as lucky as your face, Jang."

Well that's one example of a concerned speech from a friend.

"Girl can't, neither can widows, maybe your grandmother's soul mate, Jang. Or not yet born."

Sadistic right? Not a greeting that comforts the heart of Bujang, it makes Bujang want to split the head of his friend.

"How about you go for a hail or take a bath of seven estuaries first to take away your bad luck, Jang?"

O Allah, if killing is not a sin, would like Bujang to give espresso cyanide taste in the original mouth.

At that time Bujang did not have time to reply one by one chat in group wa. He, Abah, Umi, his two sisters and brother-in-law were focusing on preparing a counterattack for Firda.

All shipments and knick-knacks are directly purchased at that time. Including asking for the willingness of the Gratitude ustadz to marry himself to Firda.

Finally as it happened last night, Firda could not dodge. The bad girl must take responsibility for her actions.

Especially when he saw Firda who shed tears and continued to rub his two eyes that hurt because he told Umi to peel onions.

"Fir, you've never told your mother to go to the kitchen, have you?" asked Umi slowly looking at Firda who closed her eyes holding back the pain.

"There is Umi, Firda most asked to wash dishes or wash vegetables."

"Look, don't get too close to the distance between the onion and your face! Let it not sting."

Firda followed the instructions given by her mother-in-law.

His expensive phone was heard screaming on the dining table, but Firda did not dare to look and answer it.

"Thank God, son! Maybe something important, or your husband called." suggested Umi Sri. The almost six-headed woman knew that Firda kept glancing at her phone, only that she seemed reluctant to pick it up.

Husband? Mana Firda knows what is Bujang's mobile number, Bujang's name anyone just found out that chat with Abah and Uminya.

Firda looked at the name of Sisil who called out to him.

[Fir, meet you at D'Nongkongs! Let's find out if the man is alive or has committed suicide, you've already held him accountable for your fake pregnancy.]

Firda kept his phone away from his ears, he forgot that his phone was made with the speaker mode on.

Firda looked at her father-in-law who pretended to listen to the news on television, then turned to Umi who was fortunately frying fish. It is certain that Umi will not hear, but if Abah...Firda quickly pressed the speaker emblem.

[Next time, I'm busy.]

[Busy what? Have you had children yet? Me and Gita skate to TKP huh! We're waiting for you there.]

Firda did not have time to answer, Sisil had already cut off the phone connection as good as he wanted.

"Well, can Firda come out?" Firda asked timidly.

"Where?"

"Go home, take my face."

The right reason, this morning he was lent Mukena by Umi pas dawn prayer.

"Later in the afternoon, let me be with your husband. Didn't Hamish promise your father to come later this afternoon?" Abah Surya smiled a little, he quite heard what his friend Firda was talking about on the phone.

"Yes, okay, Bah." Firda went back to the kitchen to help Umi, but only mengeliatin doang.

By midday Bujang was back, he just glanced at Firda without intending to reprimand her.

"Hows it? Is it over at the cafe?"

"Already, Bah. As we thought together, the news of me impregnating a snot child was already widespread." - Oozing Bujang's voice as Firda sat not far from the two chatting.

"Continue?"

"What can I do, Bah? There's no way I'm saying that if I'm slandered, she's already my wife. I have to protect his good name."

Abah Surya patted his eldest son slowly.

"That's proud of you, Mish. It must be a husband, unless he is not married. Then we can report her on defamation, but she's beautiful, Mish. Relieve Roses! You got in exchange for being fresh, this is slander bringing blessings."

Abah Surya chuckled, Hamish can only smile faintly.

"Well, can we go back to Dad's? This morning I told you to."

Bujang glared, Firda's soft-spoken style made Bujang want to pinch his head, but his brother actually laughed.

Bujang confused, should the bad boy be flanked huh? What is in the box?

Return home from the cafe should be provided lunch, not invited home.

Oh Allah....A Bujang can only complain to his Lord.

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