Hate Is Love's
Bride Candidate Discussion

Time has shown five o'clock in the afternoon over ten minutes. Tamar is cleaning up the files on her desk. He was ready to go home after work ended. His team members are not given many severe cases at this time. It is possible that the boss deliberately did it because the man will soon release his bachelor.

After all her work was done, Tamar walked out of her room. He intends to go home to his apartment, only then pick up Stella for dinner together. There was a matter he had to discuss with his future wife. Remembering their wedding that's a week away.

Tamar enters her car, then runs the vehicle at medium speed to Green Valley, the name of the apartment building where she lives. Tamar is a man who comes from a prosperous family although still far when compared with the family of Wisdom or Ramadan.

The income it receives as ASN is not up to two digits each month. But he has a side income from the franchise business he bought. Irzal proposed to his best friend to pioneer the More & Most Coffee business, a business made by the grandfather who had been franchised by Elang ten years ago.

His decision to set up a franchise business bore fruit. His coffee shop on the road Banda is growing rapidly and visited by many young people. From this side business, he earns more than his salary as a policeman.

He had thought he would get a soul mate from a simple family like himself. But fate says something else. The man will marry the granddaughter of a conglomerate family whose fortune is on Asia's list of 10 richest people. This of course makes Tamar must rack her brain how to meet the needs of the wife later.

The man got out of his car when he got to the basement of the apartment building where he lived. He immediately headed towards the eighth floor where his unit was located. After cleaning himself and performing the Maghrib prayer, the man returned from his apartment unit. His goal was the residence of Cakra to pick up his future wife for dinner outside.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at the Cakra residence. After properly parking his vehicle, Tamar alighted and entered the yard of the house where his future wife lived. Tamar's arrival is greeted by Irvin as well as Cakra. Irvin let his future son-in-law go inside.

“Stellnya no om?” ask Tamar while sitting down.

“There, the power is ready again. Where are you going?”

“I want to take Stella to dinner, om.”

“Oh yes, about dowry did Stella say?”

“Om already. I'm still looking for a unique jar for the container.”

“Emang the boy asked for what?”

“Mas mating money one million but must be a thousand coins all, entered into a unique jar and given ribbon.”

“Gosh.”

Compact Irvin and Cakra pat each other on the forehead. Stella's request is quite strange and quite makes her future husband dizzy. Irvin and Cakra can only give spirit, hopefully Tamar can find a jar that suits Stella's wishes.

From the top, Stella looks down the stairs. The girl's smile expands seeing Tamar has come to pick her up. He bailed on his papi and eyes, followed by Tamar. The couple immediately headed for the car.

“We want dinner where?” stella asked while wearing her seatbelt.

“You like ducks?” ask Tamar.

“Suka.”

“What the hell do you not like,” muttered Tamar slowly.

“What?!”

“You like the duck burned what is fried?”

“What aja.”

“I've expected.”

“Ish..”

Tamar continued to drive her vehicle, until they arrived at a row of tent stalls that had sidewalks. The man stopped his vehicle near a tent stall that read DUCK ROAST BU RIKA. He gets out of the car, followed by Stella. They go in and choose the most corner table.

“Eh mas Tamar, has not been seen for a long time,” saya bu Rika.

“Iya, mom. Busy.”

“What message do you want?”

“You want a roasted duck what fried?”

“What gate?”

“I duck roast.”

“Then I go fried duck.”

I heard the man's hissing. Surely his future wife will taste his roast duck.

“Duck grill two servings, fried duck one serving. The rice is two, drink iced tea sweet aja.”

“Kok two bang, duck grill.”

“And you definitely want nyicipin too.”

“Yes my future husband is so good.” Stella's eyes wink a few times.

“You want what level?”

“Level seven.”

“My level five yes, ma'am. One roast duck equals level seven.”

Rika's mother just smiled at the behavior of these two customers. After receiving Tamar's order, the woman immediately returned to her cart to make the order.

“Stell.. actually anyone wants me to obrolin with you.”

“What's the problem?”

“After marriage later you will take care of our finances. So you should know how much I earn each month. Every month I have two incomes, one from my salary, and another from my place of business. I have a More & Most Coffee franchise business. But it's a combined capital with my sister. I'm 60%, Milky 40%. Every month, I get a net profit. But only 50% was sent to me, the rest was kept in cash. The money received will be divided with Bima. Later you will take care of it all.”

Stella just nodded her head just a sign of understanding. She did not expect that her future husband had a side business. More & Most Coffee is a well-known coffee shop, which has many outlets in several cities in Indonesia.

“My salary as a cop plus no perks. Less than seven million. The benefits of business are also not necessarily, depending on the number of visitors. At least I received 8 million clean, outside of Bima's. Later you who hold all the finances, I only ask for gasoline and pocket money. Don't forget to make a tube, because we don't always live in an apartment. I also want to buy a house immediately. That's why I asked you to learn to cook, to reduce our expenses.”

No response from Stella. The girl was still silent, digesting the long speech of her future husband. As long as he knew Tamar, only this time the man spoke with a long and serious duration. Apparently behind his annoying figure, there is an adult and calculating side of the man.

“Kok dumbly?”

“I amaze aja brother can talk at length rich that, hehehe.”

“Stel.. I'm serious. Our marriage did happen because of your carelessness which finally our family decided to match us. But I'm serious about this marriage. I hope you are like that too.”

“Iya, bang.”

“You're in college how much longer?”

“A year away.”

“How much does your college cost?”

“Why?”

“How much?”

“20 million. But it's still a holiday. Next month just start again.”

Tamar took the wallet in her pants pocket, then removed two ATM cards from it. He gave the card to Stella. For a moment Stella just let Tamar's hand hang while holding the flat card.

“This what?”

“ATM is my savings. Make the tuition pay you take from here. Make buy other necessities for the wedding we take also from here. And this ATM is my salary from where I work. If from the place of business directly into savings. You hold these two cards.”

“Kok me?”

“Which should I love? Miss Rika? My future wife is you.”

“But not yet, bang. Still another week.”

“It makes no difference I love you later or now. It fetch.”

Inevitably Stella reached out her hand taking out the two cards in Tamar's hand. Suddenly, a feeling entered his heart. Tamar is serious about this marriage.

“Abang..”

The conversation was interrupted when Rika came to bring the dish. Two pieces of roasted duck, one piece of fried duck, two servings of rice and two sweet iced teas were already served on the table. Tamar took the roasted duck with a level five sauce nearby and started eating it.

“Enak ngga?” ask Tamar.

“Enak, bang.”

“This try the grill.”

Tamar takes the duck meat and then chocolates it with sambel and directs it to Stella. The girl opened her mouth, tasting the delicious taste of the roasted duck in her mouth.

“Ehmm.

Tamar's smile rose upon hearing Stella's reply. He was happy to see his future wife to be invited to eat at a roadside tent stall. Girls from the upper class usually only want to eat at restaurants or cafes. But not with Stella. Even the girl was happy to be invited to eat at her subscription fried rice cooker.

After enjoying dinner, Tamar takes Stella to More & Most Coffee which she holds. The coffee shop is on Banda Street. The atmosphere of the store has been crowded with visitors who on average consist of young people. Tamar orders a drink and takes Stella upstairs, so their conversation is not interrupted.

“Oh yes, make a coin place, how about this one. Pretty unique, right?”

Tamar showed me a picture of a cube-shaped jar.

Stella observes the picture and then nods her head. He just followed what Tamar had chosen, not wanting to make the man grow dizzy with her request.

“Many are also yes,” Stella said as she looked around the store.

“Aalhamdulillah's. If you want, you can manage directly. It was even better, so I didn't bother reading the financial statements.”

“If you believe, yes I want aja.”

The smile on Tamar's face rose upon hearing Stella's reply. The man had already made peace with his heart and accepted this marriage. He will also live everything in earnest. As Daffa said, Stella was a good girl, beautiful, smart and came from a good family. It's not hard to fall in love with her. And now Tamar has started to put her heart on his future wife.

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Irzal came out of his room wearing his work stellan. His eyes were fixed on Arsy who was struggling in the kitchen. The man approached, took an apron hanging near the refrigerator and put it on his wife. Arsy was shocked by the husband's movements.

“Wear the apron, later your shirt is dirty.”

“Still, mas. The cooking is soon finished. Coffee is ready.”

The man turned his eyes to the dining table. Sure enough, a cup of black coffee and a glass of water were presented on the table. Irzal walked to the dining table and pulled one of the chairs. Arsy moved his freshly cooked fried rice into two dishes. With a smile on his face he carried his homemade fried rice.

“Tumben cook,” said Irzal when Arsy put fried rice in front of him.

“Once in a while can you?”

“Bby darling.”

“Mas eat first yes. I'm going to change clothes first.”

Arsy took off the apron he was wearing, then went into the room. Irzal brought the wife's fried rice closer to him. He scoops the fried rice then feeds it into his mouth. Almost Irzal took out the fried rice he ate. It tastes too sweet, like a compote.

After changing clothes, Arsy returned to the dining table. She was astonished to see the fried rice on her husband's plate as if untouched.

“Kok not eaten, mas?”

“Bareng same you.”

“Enak no ya?”

“You weren't nyicipin that?”

“Ngga, hehehe.”

Irzal just smiled at his wife's words. He took a little rice with a spoon then pointed it at Arsy's mouth. Unsuspecting, Arsy opened his mouth. Fried rice arsa kolak successfully entered his mouth.

Uhuk..

The woman immediately ran towards the sink. Take out the rice and throw it in the trash, then gargle with water. The taste of fried rice from his work really makes him goosebumps. After the rinsing, he returned to his place.

“Sorry yes mas, the taste of my fried rice is ambiguous,” Arsy's face looks sad.

“Ngga nothing, babe. His name is also just learned.”

Irzal pulled Arsy's hand until it fell on his lap. His hand tidied the wife's hair a little messy, then landed a kiss on her forehead.

“We go down, mas. Breakfast under.”

“Come. But smile first, don't be sad.”

A faint smile was imprinted on Arsy's face. The woman came down from her husband's lap. Irzal took his briefcase and headed for the elevator to get down to the ground floor. Arsy hugged her husband's arm. His guilt for presenting food with a sense of amburadul still wrestle his heart.

Arriving below, the two headed straight for the dining room. There the Eagle and Azkia will begin their breakfast. Arsy's eyes were immediately fixed on the fried rice on the table. It turned out that her mother-in-law was cooking the same menu for breakfast. But the woman was sure, it must have felt different. Which is obviously delicious, not as strange as the cuisine.

“Why, Sy? Fried rice is not good?” asked Azkia who saw Arsy's face look moody.

“Ngga, mom. It feels good kok.”

“Why is his face so rich so sad?”

“I also made fried rice for Bibie mas, but the taste is ambiguous. Very much the same taste of mother's cuisine.”

Azkia put on a smile hearing the son-in-law's answer plus his face that looked sad. He grabs Arsy's hand, making his daughter-in-law look at him.

“The name is also just learning, it's natural that it still doesn't feel right. For a long time also you can definitely.”

“Mother, sister Yumna, sister Shaina on cooking pinter. Only I can't.”

“Later to teach.”

“Totally mother?”

“Iya. If you are off work, we learn to cook.”

“Still mother.”

Arsy's face was no longer sad. The gray cloud had already completely disappeared from his face. Irzal just smiled at his wife. Lately Arsy's mood has gone up quickly, sometimes happy, angry, sad.

“Mas Bibie still love is the same I let me not be able to cook?”

Uhuk..

Irzal choked to hear his wife's words. The eagle and Azkia looked at each other. Both of them were surprised that Arsy asked that in front of them. Usually, the son-in-law is shy when asked about his relationship with Irzal. Especially if it has been teased by Shaina and Yumna.

“You're doing that?” ask Irzal.

“Kan some say, from the stomach up to the liver. Later if there are other women who masakin good food for the noodle mas, you can-can mas in love.”

“Hahaha..you are-there, baby.”

“Promise yes will not move to another heart even though I can not cook.”

Irzal nodded his head while scratching his non-itchy head. He was quite surprised to see the change in attitude of the wife. Azkia looked at her husband while making a smile. The daughter-in-law seemed to have shown signs of giving her a grandchild.

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**Waduuhh Arsy kanya hamidun yaa.

Tamar boldh also ya😁

Met malming gaaeeesss😘😘😘**