How To Love You
Wife Candidate

Tasya felt confused and speechless looking at Fathur's attitude which he thought was a little excessive and a little unnatural.

It's time I looked for an opportunity to express my feelings to Tasya. I have to win Tasya's heart before Hendra gets ahead of me. Inner Fathur.

"Tasy, what exactly is your relationship with Hendra?"

At the moment Fathur's body half-facing Tasya, his right hand still holding the girl's phone.

"So. I don't have anything to do with him."

"She seems to like you."

Before expressing his feelings, Fathur first made small talk. He wanted to see what the girl's reaction would be like if they were to talk about Hendra, his rival.

"I know Hendra likes me, but I don't have any feelings for him."

"Are you sure you don't have any feelings for him?" asked Fathur, he kept on luring Tasya to talk.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm only happy anyway" Tasya closed her mouth with her hands. He almost slipped.

Fathur smiles. "Who's hayo?"

Fathur continues to fish Tasya. The young man leaned his elbow on the steering wheel of his car then propped his head up using his right hand.

"Udah, lupain. Let's walk now. I can't wait to see the campus." Tasya tried to shift the subject. He would definitely feel very embarrassed and awkward if it was discovered that he liked the young man who was interrogating him.

"Later first. I'm not gonna run the car until you tell me who you like."

"Nothing. Let's go for it."

"I told you I wouldn't run the car before you told me who it was."

"Fathur, uh. Really bummer. Then I'll go down here. I went home on a ride." Tasya felt very upset because he felt cornered by Fathur. The girl tried to open her car door but unfortunately could not open because Fathur had locked it.

"Don't dong. Why won't you tell me anyway? Don't you like me, do you?" Fathur never stops teasing Tasya.

"So!" Due to embarrassment Tasya instantly covered his entire face with a hijab cloth dangling in front of his chest. The girl was so embarrassed.

Am I not hiding my feelings? Why would Fathur know that I like him? Want to be told where my face is now?

Fathur smiled happily at Tasya's reaction. In this way, he became very sure that Tasya would also like it.

"Hey, why does his face have to be closed? Let's open it" said Fathur, laughing.

Tasya insisted on covering her face with a cloth. Right now he felt very ashamed of Fathur.

"Open dong pretty." Fathur never stopped teasing Tasya, but the girl still stubbornly did not want to open the cloth that covered her entire face.

"All right then. Let me open it. This cloth prevents me from seeing my future wife's face." Fathur immediately pulled the tip of the hijab that Tasya was wearing to cover her face.

Tasya was surprised, and he was also very happy to hear Fathur's statement. He never thought, if it turns out that Fathur had loved him all along.

"What-what ...? Did I hear wrong?" Tasya asked slowly.

"So, you didn't hear me wrong. I said, you're my future wife."

Tasya gawked in disbelief. I must be dreaming right now. Let's get up Tasya. Wakes up.

Tasya slapped her own cheek. Fathur who saw that laughed.

"Why are you? Make me nervous." So anxious Fathur to pinch the tiny nose of the girl he loved.

"Oh" said Tasya.

Fathur was very happy, and so was Tasya. The girl had liked Fathur since she was a teenager, and it turned out that Fathur felt the same way about her.

Although the two already know each other's feelings, but they decided not to date according to Tasya's request. The girl wanted herself and Fathur to be spared the sins that might arise if they decided to date.

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Next day.

This morning it was Tasya's turn to guard the store, because yesterday the holiday rations were exchanged for the Dewi holiday rations.

After finishing cleaning, Tasya sat in front waiting for the buyer. This morning is not as crowded as the previous day considering today is Sunday. Tasya sat alone with a smile staring at a selfie with Fathur.

It feels like this is what it feels like to love each other. Ah very beautiful. The mind smiled as it spread both hands to the side.

Plaque!

"Eh what is that?" Tasya was shocked as soon as her right hand accidentally slapped something.

"Ouch, ouch. My nose hurts so much, " complained Hendra while holding his nose which was accidentally slapped by Tasya.

Because Tasya was very excited, so the power of his hand punch became a little stronger and painful. Moreover, what he slapped was part of the nose, it must have felt grimy.

"Astagfirullah. Sorry, Brother. Sayq was not intentional." Tasya apologized while clasping both hands at Hendra.

Meanwhile, Hendra wants to take advantage of this incident.

"Oh, ouch, it hurts so much. Auw." Hendra pretended to grimace in pain. Though the pain he could still bear but he pretended to feel the pain so much that Tasya felt guilty to him.

It's up to Tasya to say I look like a sissy cake, lemez cake, I don't care. What is clear is that now my job is to make her feel guilty about me and do something for me so that I can forgive her. Hehe. A good plan. Good luck! The Spirit of 45 Hendra.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, brother. I was unintentionally. I did not see that Brother Hendra was sitting there," explained Tasya. The girl really felt very guilty seeing Hendra in pain.

"Blooded no?" asked Hendra, holding his nose.

"No, Brother. That sick, huh?"

"That's it! When I pretend?! My tears are coming out like this!" Hendra said in a high tone. He pretended to be angry so that Tasya felt more trust and more guilt towards him.

Just this time I saw Hendra's brother angry. He must be really in pain. But wrong itself, who told me to appear suddenly like a ghost so. Huh, sucks. This is what bothers me too. I will be told to be responsible.

"I really did accidentally, Brother. Don't be angry dong. I asked for ma .. af really." Tasya clasped his hands in front of Hendra.

"Do you think apologizing is enough? Hey you've hurt me, hurt my nose. You must take responsibility, and as your apology, you must come with me."

"Huh? Come to where? I'm guarding the shop, brother. I'm not going anywhere, my boss is angry, I'm fired."