Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Vicky's coming

Morning has arrived. Why do I feel like I walked so fast this morning. I thought it was five in the morning. The clock has passed half of the number six.

"Bik, Nana's leaving!"

"Breakfast first or non. Mana ntar wants to be a manten. Don't be tired."

"Let's ask for a cake on the same side of the bik", elakku. To be honest, these days are lazy to eat. I can't think about what will happen after bada dhuhur.

I walked towards the hallway that connected the house with my cake shop. The morning atmosphere in the shop is quite crowded. Not only who take away, but there are some who deliberately eat here. Indeed, the mother deliberately did not provide a lot of benches.

"Sides, regular. Wrap it!"

"Riap neng's. But, instead of later.", the side hung his words.

"Yes, before twelve, Nana's home."

I sit where Azka used to sit. Why am I suddenly thinking about him? Ah. I shook my head.

"The truth is neng. Eat a lot yes, let it be strong!", said the side while sitting his ass in my front seat.

"meaning?"

"Let's face the reality of Neng. I will soon be Azka's mistress." Sis-sister whispered a little.

"Am I ready, brother?", I asked slowly.

"What am I anyway? You will be the one to undergo. God willing, the mother is not wrong to choose a mate for you."

"But the seneng side is now married?", I asked. Sis-sisi has only been married for the past year, although she is twenty-five years old but her face looks younger than her age. Maybe because of the cheerful side.

"No. Brother niesel Na's side", sis sidestepped.

"Huh?", I said surprised.

Sis sis nodded.

"Then..why does sis sis survive if it turns out that sis sis is sorry?", ask me to panic.

"Hahahahah", suddenly sis laughed at me.So just melow, why now even ngak like this anyway. Sis-sama is strange.

"Side of Niesel Na, why not from the first sister marriage. Huhaha...."

"Damn Lo brother!".

"Hey.don't gembetuttt. Go ahead, Na. Marriage is good. Every young date is paid, if the night is spent...."

"Stop.stop!", I was suddenly amused to hear the word 'disconded'

"Why ? Ih.enak knows Na."

"Side brother ah.!", I stomped my feet away from the store to pick up my motorbike.

Ah..sial..why the Mulu flat motorcycle tire. Yesterday front, now back.

I finally went to my house again.

"Lho, non Nana hasn't walked away yet?"

"Belom, my motorcycle tyre is flat."

"Owh.ya already atuh, children's motorbike pinjem also certainly can be Non."

"No need to make, em...which car keys?"

"Bibik get it." After a while my aunt handed me her car keys.

" Even though it's noon, non Nana do not speed yes bring his car. Inget, later before twelve non should have gone home you know."

"Yes, bibik mah since there is no mother even so be a baffle."

"Babylon is a bibik because of the same affection for Non Nana."

"Yes, yes...."

I hurried to leave the yard. I tapped the gas to get to school immediately.Unfortunately this is Friday, there is a time lag of ten minutes passing from the usual hour.

Come on. It's seven o'clock, I should have arrived. But every time I meet traffic light why I always meet red light.

At the same time, I looked to my side. Azka looked at me.

"You bring the car don't speed it so Na!", his advice while opening a little helmet.

"Yes!", I replied briefly.

I got to school right when the bell rang.

Alhamdulillahot.

"Next time, you said the same to me. Ask to pick it up. I don't like you taking a car, especially like that."

Om Azka waltzed away after saying that to me.

"It's nothing, it's angry, '' I grumbled. Unfortunately, it turns out that Azka heard my words just now. He's coming back at me.

"Now not yet, but it will be noon. You will be my responsibility completely. Get your car keys!", he said.

"Make what?", I asked. But still I gave the key.

"I don't want to see you bring a car like that. You brat!"

"Have known I was a boy, why would you marry me!", now it's my turn to leave him.

Early in the morning, this emotion was created. How will it be noon, afternoon, even night?

"Woy.plate Lo. Good thing Sam belom sir came", Aurel pulled me to sit down.

"Sick-ass gues!"

"Can't sleep, what's the matter? Want to be with Mother Lo?", asked Aurel slowly. I can't say that I thought about my marriage to Azka.

"Heem."

And after that, Sam went to class. Directly give a repeat.

The lesson hour is over. It's eleven o'clock.

Ah. time's a minute. I walked in lethargy. Aurel was picked up by the driver a few minutes ago. I heard there was a little commotion. There are a group of guys playing basketball.

Suddenly a ball passed me. I took the bole and I threw it back into the field. And there, there's a figure I know.

"Vicky?", I asked myself.

That handsome guy approached me. Vicky is an alumnus at Bhakti High School. He became a popular guy in his time.

"Hi!", said Vicky.

"Hey...Lo...when did it come?", how come I was nervous.

"Yesterbrien. I came here on purpose to find Lo."

"Huh? Why?", I started to get nervous. Vicky grabbed my hand.

"Now, there's nothing to block our love. Mother can't forbid us to date, right?", asked Vicky to me. At the same time, Azka came out of her room. He stared hard at me.

"You want Na, so my boyfriend?", Vicky said. Seeing Azka staring at me like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, I hurriedly took off Vicky's hand.

"Mmm..sorry Vick, I.I can't!"

"Why? Mother is no more Na, no one is blocking us anymore."

"But I can't Vick!"

"Obviously what's the reason?"

"Yes.anything can't be. Yes, I'm home. I have a family event." I'm getting away from Vicky. Om Azam has preceded me.

After a rather quiet passageway, I called out to Azka.

"Wait for om!", and om Azka stopped her steps.

"I want Friday prayers."

"Yes, Nana wants to go home. Can you give me the key if I can't bring a car?"

Om Azka turned body. Then he reached into his pants pocket.

"Now!", he put my hand on my lap. Well, it feels like this is so.

"Don't speed! Inget it!", I nodded. He left me in the hallway.

Why do I always bow to him anyway?

Now, I'm in the parking lot. Riding a motorcycle belonging to my future husband, om Azka!