Hope and Wish
R&W28. Agreement letter

"Call RT, Yang. I was taken care of by Mr. RW, because the range of acquaintances he was wide. For this signature it is, at most tomorrow afternoon so he said. Want a wedding tuesday? Monday afternoon, the marriage license was done," he replied after I asked him why he was busy with his cell phone. 

"Wednesday, Tuesday for the trip." I'm surprised, there's a married process a matter of days like this. 

"Okay ready, Brother chat first with the RWnya sir." He gave Farah a pacifier of milk, then he grabbed her phone back. 

He talked to his phone outside the house, while I tried to put Farah to sleep by giving her formula in a bottle of pacifier. It must be tired to give him a bottle of milk as often as possible, because yesterday he only drank milk. Mending also ASI, directly hap only. More practical, more instant, no need to brew. 

If he's married to his father, maybe I'll just ashi him. Instead of me going back and forth to make formula milk, just open my PD. I also still routinely flushed ASIP, even though Galen was far there. 

"Again to the workshop first huh? We'll go home tomorrow, Yang. Monday afternoon Mr. RW promised the letter so, later tonight as we immediately take a flight. The next morning, you can ask Givan's father for a marriage list. We all wear clothes, right? Either kebaya, or that suit?" He went back into Dinda's grandmother's house. 

The plan is neatly arranged. 

"Yes, Bang." I looked down at Farah. 

This girl is hard to put to sleep. What if her father works, and Farah is home with me? I'm afraid he went berserk all day, not finding his father at home. 

"This is overwritten by Dad." Bang Workshop took over Farah. 

"Ehh, I forgot." He patted his eel and held Farah. 

Fortunately, Farah I haven't let go. 

"Why, Bang?" tanyaku later. 

"What's the deal, Yang? It's confirmed tomorrow, and Givan's father's signature as a witness." 

I didn't even think about it, which was important so with her alone. 

"I don't demand anything, as long as it's not toxic it can't be divorced."

He nodded until he lifted his head up. 

"By, fifty." He lifted his lips when he said that. 

"Keep kidding." I touched his hand. 

He chose to sit on the floor, so Farah could grab her hair. Because I was behind him. 

"If it's that simple, you also ask for something simple. Please respect Abang as a husband, love your children like your own." He rubbed my hand which he was holding with his thumb. 

"Honor the husband how? I don't get it." More precisely, I wanted to know the details of what he wanted from my treatment. 

"The obedient one, Yang. Brother knows you are richer, you are more powerful, but do not humble Abang about a living birth that is capable of love. If it is less, yes say it well, say it after tired Brother lost. Do not play throwing money that you love, or maki-maki Abang about the value that you love. For example, let's eat. You have eaten, but at least you have eaten. A touched brother is needed like this since being her husband Harum, feel so respected and appreciated."

Waduh, so I have to be the replacement role of someone who is gone from his life? 

"Ihh, don't say that, Yang." He looked up quickly. 

"Certainly, how? My brother's treatment is fragrant, Brother wants me so." I've been thinking badly, I'm afraid he can't love me. 

"Yes, that's the way a wife respects her husband. So the brother who became the husband felt that our presence was precious to him, that we came home from work was eagerly awaited with him, plus he did want his food eaten by her husband. Brother never problems you shower or not, the important thing is that you get to the house, you look happy that way."

Arghhh, romantic. He likes things that smell romantic, unlike his reality in my house. 

My father came home, so let's go this and that. My father ate, just prepared and he left, until my father always washed his own dishes. 

Ehh, but mama Aca and papa Ghifar are. They were seen always together at home too, except in the middle of a storm, papa Ghifar would immediately move rooms until his anger subsided. 

"I'm not sure, not sure." I remember my duties as a wife. 

"Aren't you sure what that means?" He took over Farah, for the boy had not wanted a henchman since his father had sat on the floor near my feet. 

"I work too, lunch the same night often outside. Morning anyway keep my breakfast made, if there is no work yes I cook until dinner too."

He sighed. "I mean gini loh, yang. An example, Yang. Who ate, Brother said that. You come to Abang, whether ready or not it's food yet, you come nihiri. Suppose you say, did not have time to cook Bang, I have bought cooked side dishes or have ordered food. Yes no problem, it is important when you ask for food, yes there is already food, you do not have to wait for the food to come or impromptu buy first. Keep eating, you say you've eaten. Yes you do not go, you eat. It's not like the kids will be taken care of by the baby sitter, right? You have time for your husband, right?" He looked up at me, because I was sitting in a chair and my position was higher. 

"Yes, Bang. But if I'm in a bad mood, what? I'm moodyan." I snatch. 

"We try the routine out? If it's still moodyan, maybe it's the wrong attitude." 

Why should it be about routine issued? Why go to s**s? Plus, it's low like that. 

"Yes not the wrong attitude, too, if you want to menstruate also my emotions are not controlled." About, he understands not the female mood cycle? 

"Yes you know, fragrant too. Shut up, just moody. He just can't be angry, you know. Until the stress itself I became her husband, it was thought that Brother had something wrong. Only if it's moody, I bring warming, yes no further cry, ease even."

Aih, is that it?

"And again not in the mood, teaching time is getting so?" I glanced at. 

"Yes, will you try? If it is still not in the mood, the mood has a brother, it does not matter if the initiative n*mood at random time. Want to go to work for example, or just finished bathing. It could also be if you're cramming again, or fit again in the car." He poked my chin and laughed. 

The fantasy is not far from the car. I never did, because the Martyr is the one who has to do it with full contestation. In fact, if there was a sound of people, he immediately panicked and went down just like that. 

"Udah, go home first. Make this an error for the widower."

He was blown back, until Farah blinked in confusion at seeing his father. 

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