
"For Mas. " Sapa Mentari who is preparing her food.
"Morning, are you cooking? " Tanya Fatih when she saw the dining table there were two dishes of fried rice and a flat egg.
"Yes, we'll have breakfast with yuk before we leave. " Reply the same Mentari - the same already wearing their Office uniform.
"Morning...!! " Sapa Neli's.
"Hey... Did you come here? " Tanya Fatih when she saw Neli was already in her house.
"And every morning, I come here before leaving for breakfast. " Answer Neli.
"Eh.. Sunari, we have breakfast together - yuk. " Take Neli who as usual immediately took the plate for Fatih's breakfast.
"You cook fried rice, I taste it first. " Neli tasting fried rice made by Mentari.
"Here you give the onions? Fatih did not like the name of onions. He can be allergic, he is this if eating onions can cough - cough. Dear, mending you breakfast with my fried rice. Sorry, Mentari, this is advice. "
"Thank you, give me information. " Say Mentari who directly eat with his homemade fried rice.
Fatih glanced at Mentari who only lowered his face while eating, while Fatih and Neli were bribing each other.
"Yank, mending you leave quickly. Afraid of being late, Mas must also be Apple. " Said Fatih.
"Ok, I'll have my lunch at the office." Neli.
"Don't you know the status of my husband Mentari. If anyone knows, let alone journalists. " Said Fatih.
"Okay, but tonight so we're out? there's a family event, Mas has to come. "
"Yes, it must be coming. "
"Starting, I'm leaving first yes, bye.. "
Mentari then wake up and clean up the rest of his breakfast, without talking Mentari immediately took his bag.
"Mas between you. " Said Fatih.
"No, we're just wives on paper. I'd rather go alone, Mas Gibran is already waiting ahead. " Say Mentari.
"You can't pretend, what they say if you, go home with your girlfriend. "
"Lantas, Mas didn't think about the left right neighbor, Neli likes to come here, Mas the same way he. We are just pretending to be happy in front of our parents, but not like this Mas, free to go in and out Neli. If you're the same father you know, how I say the same to them. "
"You know, you can't stand it. Are you the same Gibran? "
"Obviously, I'm not free like you. How it feels, not being able to meet him. "
"Mas let you meet him, walk with him. But don't come to the house."
"Ok deal yeah, Neli also don't come to the house."
"Ok deal. "
*****
Fatih arrived at the sub-district office, the first day after marriage came to the sub-district office with files that had been piled up.
"Sir." Mr. Ibnu, Kasi kesos entered Fatih's room.
"Mr Ibnu, how is it? "
"Look sir, I was able to mandate, from Mr. MP he said the wives of the village chief wanted, a banquet with Mother, and wanted to get to know more closely. Later I will also be the chairman of PKK in the district. "
"When's the show? "
"Later tonight sir, they've prepared everything. "
"Later tonight yes, well can. What'sthetime? "
"Around 7pm. "
"Well, I'll be the same mom. "
*****
"Mas, want to talk to you. " Say Gibran who pulled Mentari's hand into the barn.
"I want to talk to you too. " Say Mentari.
"Mas can't sleep, Mas can't say anything, when you're legitimately Fatih's wife."
"Mas, my heart remains the same Mas, believe the same Mentari. "
"Then, until when, do you have a marriage like this? "
"Please don't ask that, let us gradually escape from this marriage bond."
"Honestly, I'm disappointed, maybe Neli is the same. But I'll keep waiting for you."
"Thank you, be patient. Wait for Mentari to get out of this marriage soon."
The sun came out first, and was followed by Gibran, from Away Aneke saw both of them. When Mentari sat in a chair, Aneke immediately approached Mentari.
"No, I've been Fatih's wife. "
"Don't lie, I know you're out of the shed both. You're the same he didn't do things that weren't supposed to happen, right? "
"No, you know. "
"So, remember now you are a talking point, especially if you know you are still related to Mr. Gibran, can be serious, you can get a case. "
"We loved each other, our marriage was wrong. "
"Why do you want to? "
"Parents, for the sake of parents. They have promised to get their children married, to be honest with my parents, not to approve of my relationship with Mas Gibran from the beginning, maybe because I was already in a match. Same thing, Fatih. "
***
"We go home with Yuk? " Take Gibran.
Just as Mentari and Gibran were chatting, Fatih's car stopped. The door opened, Fatih came straight for them.
"How are you? " Sapa Fatih shakes hands with Gibran.
"Thank God be good, please do not do anything - anything Mentari. " Say Gibran.
"Just relax, we sleep apart. " Say Fatih with a smile.
"Thank God, you want to pick up Mentari? " Say Gibran.
"Yes, you want to go home, right? " Task Fatih.
"Here, this is also what I wanted between Mentari. Uh Mr. Camat has come to pick up. "Jawab Gibran.
" Yuk yuk mentari home. " Said Fatih.
"Mas, I'm first. " Say the Mentari to Gibran.
"Heart - heart. "
****
"Why did you pick everything up? "
"Eh I was also actually lazy to pick you up. You said we should go home the same. "
"Well, what time is it? Just come out to pick me up. Attention, noh Neli jealous later. "
"You said, Neli was banned from the house, said you met outside. "
"Yes, he must be jealous if he finds out. Mas Gibran also must be jealous, but like Neli deh who does not have jealousy, in love winnows what the hell? "
"So, Neli probably won't baper like Gibran. "
"Perhaps, Mas's girlfriend is too innocent huh."
"No, he's not innocent but always believes the same. "
"Know we're married, she's crying? "
"Surely, but Mas explained so he could understand."
"Later tonight, there's a dinner meeting with the village chief and his wife, they want to get to know you more closely. "Fatih said back.
"What time? "
"Hour 7."
"His clothes, I don't have any Mas? "
"The clothes you think are nice and pretty. "
****
"Sorry Neli, I have the same event as the village chiefs. " Say Fatih by phone.
"So can't attend? " Said Neli in a disappointed tone.
"Yes, sorry. "
"Monitor follow? "
"Clearly, she's Mas's wife. "
"I should have been Camat's mother, not Mentari. "
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