
"Start."
"Hem."
"You're asleep? "
"Yet, why? " Tanya Mentari who turned her back on Fatih who was lying on the fur carpet while Mentari lay on the bed.
"I want to ask, were you right that was the first kiss? " Task Fatih.
"Why ask that? " Task back Mentari.
"It's okay, but I'm not the first Gibran. "Fatih Jawab.
" continue? "
"Well, you're okay, what is it? "
"We are halal, how do we protest?"
"So you can open your hijab while sleeping. "
Mentari got up and sat looking intently at Fatih, Fatih got up and sat staring at Mentari.
"Often times, his gaze will pounce. "
"So what did you say? "
"Hijab you're open, you're asleep. Different what the hell, I'm your husband, just kissed your cheek. Continue to say you still wear hijab while sleeping, your hair also needs air. I am not someone else. "
"But our marriage is only on paper, we're just a charade. Mas asked me to open the hijab, continue to run out it Mas asked me to undress, indeed I'm Neli what, just delicious. "
"You think, I'm the same Neli has slept the same - yes? "
"Where I believe, the girl seems that it is not a virgin, well the other guy is difficult. Then, yesterday on our first night, Mas didn't come home, just came home in the morning, and there was a red mark on the neck. "
"Yes ngaku, if our courtship style is how, but we do not get to sleep together. Eat her, there is a man who really take care of his woman. "
"No matter how tough, anyways we have each other's partners, want Mas to sleep together, want mas hamili Neli does not care."
"Honestly, Neli once wanted to give up on me when we were out of bounds, but I didn't want to be conscious. Because I don't want to ruin women, let alone without ties, fearing fate says otherwise. Fear of regret later in life. "
"Curhat? "
"You are different, but Neli has advantages, he believes in his partner, he instead believes that if we do not do things that are outside the mind of people, he is patient, he is never angry, he is never angry, during the relationship she never asked for this, or made use of her lover who had the rank. But either way, the parents don't approve of us. "
"Mas Gibran was a good man, first he came a father who didn't like it. For some reason, maybe because of our parents' plans. She was my first love Mas, she was kind, considerate, she never once got angry, though she was right, she was the one who would apologize, her patience, her attention that kept me going. "
"Certainly? "
"Yes do not know, how we can separate and will see the two parents just now, I feel guilty. "
*****
Mentari saw Gibran with Tita sitting together, Mentari came to those who seemed to speak seriously.
"Mas." Sapa Mentari's.
"Start." Gibran said, standing up.
Tita smiled and left the two of them, Mentari sat down and Gibran sat back down.
"Tumben talked to Ms. Tita? "
"Why? Jealous. "
"Seriously very. "
"There are important obrolin. "
"But why go straight away, not smile anymore, not her usual. "
"Your feelings, yesterday your in-laws did not ask what - what right? "
"No, it's coming - coming, dimasakin."
"What a pity? "
"Yes Mas. "
"Mas, there's something for you. Remembering. "
Gibran reached into the pocket of his trousers, and gave him a gold, white necklace with a heart pendant.
"Make you. "
"Mas wants to love yesterday, uh forgot on the jacket."
"Starting Wear yes. " Udah Mentari then wear it.
"Good, thanks. "
*****
"Sir, someone wants to ask for an autograph for Ke Korpri. " Said Mr. Marwan as the secretary of Korpri sub-district.
"Sir Marwan, later if passing in his room Halwa, please tell me to bring the necessary files on the signature, and legalize an, because I want a meeting in the district." Fatih.
"Good Sir. " Said Mr. Marwan while bringing his file back.
The door was at the moment, and Halwa entered with the file that Fatih had requested.
"Sir, will anyone see you tomorrow? "
"Who? "Ask Fatih while signing the file.
" Ordinary Journalist, I said Mr. Briefing. "
"Tomorrow I have a meeting in the district suddenly, then ask Pak Sekmat Masduki who met. The usual reporter, right? "
"Yes, that almost every month comes. "
"Meet Mr. Sekmat aja, now want a meeting in the District, tomorrow another meeting there. "
"Help you, make the SPPD for me two days, which tomorrow is suddenly still the same event now. "
"The letter came in sir, sorry? "
"Will send it via chat. "
"Good Sir. "
Fatih came out of her room, and Neli immediately hugged Fatih who was focusing on her phone.
"Yes Allah Neli. " Fatih immediately pulled Neli's hand into his room, and saw the staff knowing Neli's arrival to the sub-district office.
"What do you want to do here? "
"Almost jerk off, make Mas. " Say Neli while handing over lunch.
"Mas wants a meeting, wants a walk. Keep never coming to the office, they know who you are, if anyone reports how, if you find out how journalists. "
"Kok Mas, limit us anyway? "
"Yank, let's meet him outside, not here. If here they know I've become Mentari's husband. "
"Sorry, how do you go? "
"Nanti Mas, that's over. Now go home, go out. "
"Ok, but eat yes. '
" Yes, baby, thank you. "
Neli came out, immediately Fatih called the staff who saw him, even Satpol PP who was on guard was called.
"I want to apologize to all of you, that's what you saw. I ask you to shut up and not talk to anyone. "
Everyone just kept quiet, and stared at Fatih, and Fatih felt at a loss to explain how else.
"Sir, I'm sorry we didn't interfere with Mr. Camat's personal matters, nor will we speak at length outside. " Spekmat Sir Said.
"Thank you, sir, it was not intentionally here, just delivering food. And that was the last time, coming here. "
*****
Mentari reflected by showing a necklace that adorns the white neckline of his level, his long hair was let down. Smiling, and holding the heart pendant from Gibran.
"Love, you are a very romantic love necklace. " Say Mentari, unknowingly the new Fatih arrived and opened the door of the room, seeing Mentari who was not wearing a hijab.
From the mirror can be seen the face of Mentari who is not wearing her hijab, her natural face looks more beautiful, which makes Fatih more wrong behavior.
"B...!!! "
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