Married Mr. A

Married Mr. A
Heartbroken


There was no chattering in the dining room. Only the clanking of plates and spoons clashed. Perhaps the true pillar of the household is a wife. If the wife is happy, then the whole house will feel happiness but, if the wife is angry, then the whole room will feel hot, decay immediately carried away by her anger.


"Mas, I'm leaving first." Not forgetting as the nature of the wife, Nuri kissed the back of the palm of the Great. Although it felt like Agung was eager to clench and kiss his forehead, Agung could only hold him back. Letting the wife vent all her anger, giving her time to calm her mind. Still, Agung will not be able to attract his past to not commit these sins.


"I'll take you, yes" bargained the Great.


Nuri.


"No need! why did Mama Maya buy me a car if I didn't use it!" said Nuri.


"But you haven't mastered."


"Mas wrong! proof for one week I can take it without any mas Agung be my driver."


This time Agung chose to give up, there is indeed a truth to Nuri's words. For one week he ignored his wife without knowing how he was coming home.


For the sake of work he wasted his time with Nuri.


Staring at Nuri's departure, Agung just wasted his rough breath.


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Nuri sat under a tree while reading a book.


Accompanied by the breeze and a glass of coffelate, Nuri seemed to enjoy it until she did not realize that the figure of Juna had been sitting next to her.


"Astagfirullahaladzim," cried Nuri when her eyes caught Juna's figure washed away in her daydream.


"Good morning, Nuri?" greet Juna with a smile. Seeing Nuri's peaceful face, Juna seemed to be fascinated with her father's face.


"What are you yourself? can dong sister temenin," Jayu Juna.


Nuri just looked at Juna. Looking very funny to him, Juna's pretentious face then nodded.


"No college?" ask Nuri.


"Later in the afternoon" replied Juna.


Nuri scrunched her forehead. Sure enough, afternoon lectures but still early morning already on campus.


"Well, why come here in the morning? there is no work" said Nuri.


Juna scratched his nape while grinning.


"So I want to see you."


Nuri who was sucking Coffelatte immediately choked. The truth is, Juna is ridiculous


Whether just as a death gesture or just a prank, Nuri feels Juna is too excessive.


"Sir Juna if you laugh can also yes." Nuri tries to cover up her ambiguous feelings.


Even Nuri only found out when he signed up.


"Nuri, I've been seriously fond of you since the first time we met." Juna paused his sentence. Trying to neutralize his heartbeat.


"Will you be my lover? halal lover?" Juna closed his eyes, letting out the turmoil in his chest. Juna was ready with Nuri's answer. Although he would know Nuri's answer however, it was better to be frank than to have to keep it.


Nuri's body stiffened, looking at Juna in disbelief.


How would the man in front of him react if he knew Nuri had married, Juna must have felt heartbroken.


"Sister." Nuri looked at Juna.


"I only consider my brother as my senior and also my brother. Sorry, I can't do that." Nuri showed her ring finger had coiled a wedding ring.


Juna's eyes opened wide as if tidal believed.


"Ka... You su.. are married?" Juna felt his body shed for a moment. If it was like this, it was clear that he would not be able to pursue Nuri deeper.


Of course Juna did not want to be the third person in the Nuri household.


Disappointed, but what power. He himself is too late. Too late very far.


Nuri nodded slowly. "Sorry Brother Juna, Nuri is married. Nuri felt proud of her brother who dared to express a feeling rather than harboring and being a coward."


Juna was astonished, Sossok Nuri who was in accordance with his expectations turned out to have been in the past.


Who is the lucky man who challenges women as good and beautiful as Nuri.


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