Testamentary Wedding
Don't be sad, Nisa!

Prana and Anggi have just finished congregational Fajr prayers. It must be how the girl describes the explosive taste in her chest. It feels very grateful because of the stupor, Prana so began to change even though not completely.

"Often gini yes, Mas."

Prana nodded slowly. A line of curved smiles did not forget to be printed on his lips, making Anggi's heart increasingly rustling because of it.

"I took a shower in your room, okay?"

"Yes, I can do it, Mas. This is your home" said Anggi with his laughter that echoed into every corner of the room.

"Our house."

Prana is weird. Little romantic. Little cuey. Little ngeselin. But why did Anggi fall into the love of her husband?

The girl immediately prepared a towel and uniform for her husband while Prana took a bath in her bathroom. After that, Anggi prepared the items he brought to school later. Not to forget, his favorite romance book he put in his gray backpack.

On the sidelines of her activities, Anggi glanced towards the bathroom to ascertain whether her husband had gone out of there or not. How surprised Anggi when his eyeballs found Prana was bare-chested. Only a white towel that covers the body from the navel to the thigh. He also reflexively closed both eyes quickly.

"Any shame about that?" he said while chuckling amusedly.

Anggi glared at him. "Ih, Mom! Yes, unfortunately" he protested.

Prana tried her hardest to hold back her laughter so as not to explode. Funny that his wife. With my husband ashamed?

"Udah. I'm done changing. Open your eyes now" he said after he put on his entire gray-white uniform.

"Thank you, I'm not getting caught."

However, instead of replying to her husband's words, Anggi was actually in the fog to escape from her room. He tried to cover up the red tinge on both of his cheeks. Meanwhile, Prana could only shake her head to see his wife's behavior.

***

"For the Mother of Ijah."

"August, Ma'am. Want to make breakfast, Mommy?" ask Ijah politely. The woman was very attentive to the condition of the house. Ijah's hard work is recognized by Anggi and Prana. Therefore, Prana often raise the salary of their domestic assistant.

"No need, Ma'am. Anyway, if the cooking business let me just, huh? Mbak Ijah just another handle. Do not worry," said Anggi while giving his thumbs up and reviewing his wide smile. Now he is ready to go to school.

"Waduh-waduh, Ma'am Anggi. What's this how it looks like?" chirping Ijah seemed to realize the joy of his master that was not like the usual days.

Anggi then patted every part on his face. "What the hell, Ma'am?" tanyanya polo's. The girl did not understand what Ijah meant.

"Semalem out is the same Young Master?"

"Ac, eng-"

"The rich question is that of the housekeeper to his employer?"

No time Anggi responded, Prana had already said. The guy just came down the stairs and sat down at the dinner table. Indeed, Prana looks judes and stiff. From his attitude to his words. However, the guy actually had a soft and kind heart.

"Sorry, Young Master." Ijah eventually resigned and took care of his homework.

Anggi who saw the ketus response her husband then immediately approached her and sat across the dining table. "You don't ketus it dong, Mas the same Ma'am Ijah. Poor him," he said.

"Just nasehatin him, not to know the limits. You've also memorized, right if your husband is judes?"

"Yes, but Ijah'm considered my own family. Therefore, try to change your cold attitude. After all, when we were still in office, you are not rich now." Anggi became a herd himself because of her husband's attitude.

Prana smiled faintly. "Udah need not be discussed. Don't you want to make breakfast for your husband?" he nodded while smiling at her.

"Do you want me to masakin? I'm traumatized, you know? In the past, you often did not want to eat my cooking," said Anggi sekhenya. That girl really likes the little ones.

"Udah, make it up."

Anggi grunted annoyedly. Her husband is rarely romantic. Just a few minutes ago, his attitude was back to how it was. The girl swiftly and deftly prepared Prana's favorite bread and afterwards immediately thrust it on her husband.

"That, huh?" prana's response was still with her flat tone, but there was a thin smile adorning her super handsome face. Anggi also nodded in spirit.

***

"Mas. Just hang on."

Suddenly Anggi's hand stretched out justifying her husband's slightly disheveled hair this morning. Because they ride a motorcycle to school, it can be ascertained that Prana's hair that was neat became messy because it was covered with a helmet.

Now, they are the subject of many people. Who doesn't know them? One is handsome and the other is beautiful, very harmonious. Many children in the school hold a sense of admiration in silence on Anggi and Prana. Many also like to match them both because it looks suitable. And their words are not wrong, now the young are destined to be a match.

"Nit, you're not hot, see they're both so rich?" One of the girls among the line of children who were observing Prana and Anggi was making a sound.

"Biarin used to be rich. Be satisfied first. Later if the time is right, I will do what I have planned before," replied Nita while looking intently at Prana and Anggi.

"Is your cheek that red?"

Hearing his wife's question, Prana became confused and covered her cheeks with her hands. "Then anyway? Not really." Prana immediately sauntered from there and walked quickly towards the classroom. The man was very embarrassed because he was caught blushing in front of his wife.

"You're so funny, Mas" muttered Anggi as she looked at her husband's back further away.

***

"Negg."

"Hm?" Anggi raised his voice because he drowned with the noise of the vehicle.

"Yuk's cafe? The one in the pine." Prana also raised her voice because she ate the wind.

Luckily the streets were quiet enough that Prana could speed a little. The guy was very excited to invite Anggi to their favorite place first.

"Seriously? Mau dong," Anggi answered enthusiastically. The girl seemed to widen her smile from the rearview mirror. Prana was so happy to see his wife's smile.

"Strong grip. I want to speed," said Prana.

"Ready." Anggi really tightened her embrace on her husband's waist to make the man surprised because of the sudden and overly enthusiastic treatment of Anggi.

***

Prana was not surprised when she saw the amount of ice cream in front of them. Who else if not Anggi who ordered? His wife really likes to snack. Even so, his weight never rose dramatically and was always stable.

"You're funny, yes rich little boy."

"Biarin," Anggi replied as he stuck out his tongue. Just like a five-year-old. In fact, the ice cream is still a straw here and there.

Prana's outstretched hand cleans the remnants of ice cream on the tip of Anggi's lips suddenly. The girl was flabbergasted at the sudden treatment from her husband. He could only silently welcome the hand of Prana who cleaned the belepot on his lips. His heart beat until he could not control it.

"It is very intentional yes you let me clean," said Prana made Anggi wrong.

"Udah satisfied yet? Want to go home now?" his bargain was greeted by a nod by Anggi.

After paying for Anggi's entire order, Prana immediately left from there. He walked first, while Anggi followed behind.

"Can't you do anything with his wife? Romantic dikit cake," grumbled Anggi annoyed because her husband was less romantic.

"What did you say, Nggi?"

"Ah, no, my mother." Anggi is self-pollinated. He did not realize that his complaint had come out of his mouth.

Prana suddenly stopped her steps so that Anggi also stopped beside her. The man turned his body to face Anggi. In the next instant, he leaned his body closer to his wife's body.

Anggi's heart was pounding seeing her husband like that. He could only stand stiffly before her. Cold sweat came out from both of his palms. The breathing became increasingly uncontrollable as Prana's breath was felt on her face.

Is my husband going to kiss me?