ICHA Is My Wife
Irwan

"Ma!"

Afdhal's voice began to echo throughout the rest of his house looking for the occupants of the building but, not a single person came to him.

"B!"

This time Afdhal's voice searched for Irwan, while surrounding his house to look for a man who had the same blood as him.

Huuuffffhhhh.

Afdhal breathed long, his fatigue and fatigue increased when no one welcomed his presence in his mansion.

He finally decided to enter his room and keep the suitcase he was carrying, after which Afdhal began to step foot into Irwan's room.

In his brother's room, Afdhal met Irwan who was still sleeping soundly and his bedroom window was still tightly closed. Afdhal pulled Irwan's blanket over the man's body and threw him on the floor.

"What the hell is Ma?" said Irwan who still closed his eyes and turned his body so as not to see the people near him.

"Wake up woy Bg!" afdhal shouted with his hands that were already holding a dipper filled with water and splashed it at Irwan.

With restraining his anger Irwan rose from his sleep and looked at the person who is now in front of him after wiping his face that has been splashed with water.

"What the hell?" furious Irwan stared intently at Afdhal.

"Gue has called many times, but none of them you lift, molor mulu!" shouted Afdhal while opening the curtains of his brother's room so that it can be entered by sunlight.

"Gue's fucking Dhal! " irwan said with a wide yawn and closed it with his palm and then put his body back to bed.

"Wake up Bg, I just go home and you even sleep instead appreciate me really," upset Afdal pulled the edge of Irwan's clothes to sit back in front of him.

"Gue's sleepy, Dhal!"

"Mr ...!"

"Yes Pa!" afdhal's speech had to be interrupted because Irwan picked up the phone line that rang on his desk.

"What?" shouted Irwan with perfectly rounded eyes and seemed to have fully recovered.

"Irwan wear any clothes you can Pa, from Irwan do not have to come"

"Let's Pa, Irwan's tired!"

"Yes, this is leaving!"

"Yes, Afdal is here." replied Irwan lazily. Glanced a little at the face of Afdhal who seemed to seriously understand his obrolanya with his papa through a telephone connection.

"Yes, Pa, Yes." replied Irwan. After breathing out slowly, Irwan turned off his phone and when he was about to put his phone back on the table, he already found the face of Afdhal who was looking at him very sharply.

"Why you?" asked Irwan who actually already understood the meaning of his sister's gaze directed at him.

"Where are you going?" asked Afdal coldly. When he saw Irwan who had risen from his seat and picked up the dropped blanket on the floor and walked to the bathroom with a towel.

Not hearing clearly Irwan's conversation with Ramli, making Afdhal's curiosity get bigger with what the two discussed until Irwan immediately rushed to take a bath. While playing his phone, Afdhal waited for his brother to finish bathing.

The waiter did not bear fruit in vain, no need to wait long Irwan out of the bathroom with his bicycle shorts and a towel that had been in his head to dry his newly finished shampooing hair.

"It's still there?" asked Irwan to stop his activities and looked at Afdhal who just kept staring at him.

"Where are you going?" ask Afdhalm

"Butik" Irwan indifferently as he approached his large closet and took the clothes he would wear.

"Well?"

"Search for wedding dresses,"

"Lo, really married Icha?" and only answered nods by Irwan.

"Lo, don't you think about my feelings? I'm Lo's sister and you can marry Adek lo yourself?"

"It's my papa's will, even if you have a way to cancel this matchmaking, I'm even seneng so ngk need to bother to think of a way to cancel all this"

"Bg, Icha good girl, don't you get sick!" afdhal said with a drop of clear liquid on his face while gently patting Irwan's right shoulder.

"Lo's weak is so crying" said Irwan put Afdhal's hand away from his body and walked towards the table not far from him and took the watch located in that place.

"Gue's coming!" afdhal shouted when he saw Irwan who was already at the door that was ready to leave him in his private room.

Afdhal's presence was immediately rewarded with a sharp look from Irwan who was standing next to him. Irwan figure for Afdhal is a figure of an older brother who never understood and succumbed to his own brother, even his attitude is always indifferent and indifferent to what Afdhal did.

In the car there was only silence between the brothers, Irwan who drove the car and Afdhal who was busy not playing his phone. Actually there are many things that Afdhal wants to tell Irwan and not a few also that he will discuss with Irwan, however, seeing his brother's cold attitude makes Afdal have to close his mouth because it's useless if he speaks at length, Irwan will respond to him normally or even ignore him as Irwan usually does to him.

With the power, both of them out of the red sports car Irwan, the two sons of the successful businessman came out of his car with their glasses and hands inserted into his pants pocket.

Now all eyes were on the two handsome men, not just women, men who work and visit the boutique also stare spellbindingly at the two that are really fascinating plus the blowing of the wind that blows their hair. Make any woman in that place immediately fall in love and the man who saw it will certainly feel inscure with the appearance of both.

Irwan passed by those who had lined up to welcome his presence without throwing a word at the people around him, as usual the cold attitude of this child will never disappear from him.

While Afdhal catapulted a sweet smile and took off the sunglasses attached to his eyes as he passed through a crowd of people who clearly disturbed his journey when he was about to enter the large boutique owned by his family.

"Afdal, that's so cool!" said one of the young women who was there to a friend who was standing next to him.

"Irwan is much more handsome!" said the other.

Feeling that he was being talked about, Afdhal glanced at the two women while smiling at the two of them making the two girls more misbehavioral and uncharitable.

Irwan who was already ahead of his sister looked towards the side which turned out there was no Afdhal next to him and immediately turned the view and direction of his body back which turned out, which was, Afdal is responding to the people in that place.

Immediately Irwan walked up to Afdhal after exhaling his huff and forcibly pulled Afdhal's arm to enter the room where he was facing.