Hey, My Cold Husband!
wedding

Mika looked at Mr. Rusdi-His father who was sitting beside his bed in disbelief, his eyes glazed. He had just heard his Father's conversation with his stepmother Rini. He heard the words of his Father that seemed to pierce his heart, Mr. Rusdi sold himself to a wealthy man.

"Father," said Mika.

Rini's mother and Mr. Rusdi immediately looked at Mika who was standing on the doorstep with teary eyes. Mr. Rusdi believes Mika heard all the talk his mother had with him.

Mr. Rusdi was silent. He felt sorry. The jolly sweet girl will definitely be hit because she insists on selling the girl to a rich man. One tear came out of his eyes.

"Mr, why sell Julia, sir?" ask Mika, witty.

Mr. Rusdi approached Mika who was standing in the doorway. In Mika's arms. "Sorry Father. Hate my father son. You deserve to be hated." cried Mr. Rusdi. Mika shook her head. She was crying too.

Rini's mother looked at the child and the father hugged just rolling his lazy eyeballs. The drama! His inner.

Rini's mother got up from her seat. She forcibly released her husband's embrace on Mika. "Udahlah, Sir. Don't get spoiled by his son, no one wants to, right? It's good that someone wants to be with him, rich again." said Rini's mother.

Mika wiped away her tears, staring at her stepmother flatly. "Nobody wants to say you? I even contested over the men from the origin of the mark." said Mika with reddened ears which meant she was lying.

Rini's mother smiled disdainfully. "Huh? Not wrong?" cynical Mom Rini.

"I know so this is what you did to get my dad to sell me off with your threats, Grandma Lampir?" said Mika, loud.

Rini's mother just folded her hands. "Take it if it's a match. So just accept it!" reply Mother Rini no less loud.

"Stupid?" para Mika, did not understand the words of her stepmother.

"Currently, consider it so. Because no one wants to either, right? So, don't be muna-snake. Your husband's candidate is rich. She can make that disgusting face of yours the queen's face. So, be grateful."

"Have you?!" snapped Mr. Rusdi. "You're content to make my daughter like this, huh?!" snapped Mr. Rusdi on Rini's mother.

Rini's mother glazed over when her husband yelled at her. He immediately hugged Mr. Rusdi, fearing Mr. Rusdi was even more angry with him. Because he was the one who forced Mr. Rusdi to sell his two children to a rich man on the grounds that his two children got the right needs.

At first Mr. Rusdi refused but Rini's mother continued to convince Mr. Rusdi to sell his two children to a rich man and as a result Mr. Rusdi agreed to it even though his heart was sliced because he had to sell his two daughters to Men they are completely unknown to them and unloved.

When the young master of Antareja Groups chose Mika from his sister-Sekar, Mr. Rusdi became guilty of the effect he forced his daughter to marry the young master and let his daughter be treated as a maid for sure.

Mika looked at Mr. Rusdi, asking for an explanation. "Sir, tell me Julia, what's the reason you sold Julia?" the questions that came out of Mika's mouth.

Mr. Rusdi looked down at Mika. "I'm sorry, son. Forgive me, Father." I regret it.

Mika smiled faintly, her tears continuously flowing past her cheeks. "Sir, tell Julia. Why did you sell Julia? Has Julia always been so hard on me to sell Julia like this?" great-grandson Mika. "Jawab Sir."

Mr. Rusdi did not answer. He did not know what to explain to his daughter.

"Well, that's all. Julia wants to marry him. Julia was willing to be sold to the man because I love you." Mika's decision.

Mr. Rusdi feels like crying again now. He walked a step and hugged his daughter. Cry in silence there.

While Rini's mother looks happy, her smile expands when hearing Mika's words because there is no need to persuade Mika, Mika can easily accept it.

Currently in the bridal makeup room, Mika looked at her already self-contained in the mirror. There are details of tears on her cheeks that have been applied make up. She was crying like a child there. Fortunately, in the dressing room right now there is only her so she can freely cry there.

"Aghhhh, why should I marry him. I don't want to run away but I'm scared. Aghhh I'm confused." said Mika, whining indistinctly while wiping her tears with tissue.

No matter the make up, it is now gone. Let it be, she hoped that it could disgust the young master and eventually annul this marriage.

"Julia," call Mr. Rusdi when he's at the door. Mr. Rusdi stepped closer to Mika who was sitting at the makeup table alone.

Mika turned her head with puffy eyes from crying for so long. He got up from his seat, approached Mr. Rusdi and then hugged Mr. Rusdi. "Sir, Julia was afraid of being bitten by the young master later. Her face was very flat, like a ghost of a flat face that had no expression." Mika said.

Mr. Rusdi chuckled. Actually, she did not have the heart Mika married a person she did not love. "Yes gapapa, you have often been bitten by mosquitoes at home, so enjoy it" said Mr. Rusdi, calming Mika.

"Father not connecting," grumbled Mika, annoyed.

Mr. Rusdi laughed softly. He let go of his daughter's embrace. "Udah ah, young master is waiting for you. He hates to wait" said Mr. Rusdi, rubbing Mika's shoulder gently.

Mika poked her lips. "Sir, are you still angry with Grandma Lampir?" tanyakanya.

"No idea." replied Mr. Rusdi casually.

"Father is more in love with Grandma Lampir it's well, than the same Mother," said Mika, squinting her eyes.

"Your mother is number one in the heart of the Father." Mr. Rusdi poking Mika's nose makes Mika smile.

"Udah yuk out," asked Mr. Rusdi and Mika nodded slowly. At the arm's embrace, walking in tandem with Mr. Rusdi out of the dressing room.

The white kebaya shirt that Mika wore was very long and again she could not wear heels so as she walked she kept on folding and tripping with the cloth she was wearing.

Mika lowered her head when she saw Raga who was waiting for her at the table. The man was wearing a white suit. Looks very handsome and charming but in Mika's eyes still Raga's face is not handsome-sampannya in the slightest. The man's expression remained the same, flat.

Mika landed her butt next to Raga who was still staring at her. Raga brought her lips closer to Mika's ears. "Slow!" whispered Raga then distanced her face.

"Well, sodara Raga are you ready?" ask the old man sitting in front of the two of them. Raga nodded in response.

As well as Raga, the man was busy with a cell phone in his hand.

In the driver's seat, Dion, Raga's right hand and secretary stared at the couple, who had just been officially married, from the glass above her head.

He was a little surprised when Raga chose Mika on the appeal of his sister-Sekar to be his wife and honestly he did not understand why his young master suddenly wanted to get married when in fact he was not interested in marriage or so forth. Dion's eyes returned to the front as Mika began to realize she was staring at him.

Mika scratched her forehead. He moved his body forward, in order to be able to look at the driving man. "Om, is it still a long way to go?" ask Mika.

Dion who heard Mika called him with the name of the appendage Om glared. Miss, my age is young and it seems that our age is not much different, Dion said in his heart.

Mika patted the driver on the shoulder. "Is it far away?" ask him again.

"In a moment, miss." replied Dion without turning his head.

"Don't call me miss dong, Om. Call me Mika aja, Mika Juliantika." said Mika.

"Sorry miss, but now you're the wife of the young master" Dion said.

Mika grunted annoyedly. "Of course, I don't like being called that. Call my name okay, Om?"

Seeing Mika talking to Dion, Raga shakes Mika's head and makes Mika hit the chair in front of her. "Hey, are you shameless? Be aware of your age, calling people carelessly. Diom is young and you call him that!" namel Raga. "You want me to tell him to throw you out of this car?" menacam Raga's.

Mika turned to Raga while looking at her eel which felt pain due to being hit by a chair. "I just want to be polite, Om." said Mika.

"Omm? You think I'm your Om, huh?!" snapped Raga. "Hey, don't know your age!" grunts Raga is upset.

"And I said, I just want to behave politely, Om." said Mika.

"How old are you really?" ask Raga.

Mika counted on her fingers then looked at Raga again. "23." in short.

"Oh, old age behavior is still like a child!" cibir Raga's.

"Om a young age but his behavior is like an old man" said Mika, not to lose.

"What did you say?!" snapped Raga.

"I said, Om only young age but the behavior is rich parents" said Mika, repeating his words.

"How dare you! And don't you ever call me Om, are you blind? I'm still young!" pissed Raga.

"I didn't say old, '" Mika said.

"Don't call me Om?!" snapped Raga.

"What do you want me to call you? Mister? you don't want to."

"Do you remember the rules I wrote in the letter?" Raga grinned.

"Remember. Don't break it, right? Follow your orders without protesting." replied Mika.

"Not that!"

"Then?" mika asked with her cute face.

"Never make me angry, understand?!" snapped Raga.

Mika changed her sitting position tingling. He paused for a moment and then opened his voice again. "Can I call you sir? Like people call you or I call you Oppa? Make sure you're not Korean." said Mika.

Raga did not answer. He focused on the cell phone in his hand.

"I call you Master or Grandpa huh. Keep him young," muttered Mika but Raga could still hear.

"Master Raga Galendra Mahardika, it seems like it fits" he murmured again. "Why is your face so flat? Like I have no other expression. Are you made of plywood?" continued.

Feeling indignant continuing to hear the murmur coming out of Mika's mouth, Raga stared intently at Mika. "Can you not mutter like that? My butterflies hurt to hear it?!" snapped Raga.

Mika covered her mouth with her hands. "Okay sir, I don't speak and don't mumble anymore."

"That's what you're talking about?!"

"Okay, I'm not talking."

"You're still talking, you idiot!"

Dion behind his driver's seat smiled at the new husband-wife debate and only this time did his young master speak more to a woman.

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