Testamentary Wedding
Guarding Vans

Class XII corridor is quiet because it is during lesson time. Bima and Anggi did not enter the class because they got a dispensation permit for an event meeting to be held by the journalism unit. Silence enveloped their atmosphere. Bima and Anggi both do not know where to start.

"What is your relationship with Prana?" Finally Bima started.

Anggi of course gasped at hearing that sentence. Because, the girl still can not accept Prana again into his world.

"Still the same. I still need more time" he replied honestly.

"Don't want to interfere, but I want you also don't close your heart too much. From what I've seen, the Prana-nya is really about to change." Bima expressed his opinion blatantly. The guy is worried about the relationship between Prana and Anggi.

Anggi could only stare at the man in wonder. Is that as good as Bima? That guy can also understand his current state? He smiled because of it too.

Anggi's steps suddenly swallowed as his pairs of eyes caught the figure he was reluctant to meet at this moment. Why is her husband's face everywhere? In fact, when Anggi does not want to see it even once. Her smile slowly loosened as she looked at the figure sitting next to her husband, Nita.

They look very suitable in the eyes of Anggi when juxtaposed. One is smart and the other is smart and has good public speaking. What is Anggi between two people like that?

Uh! I was hot on them. Mumpung same Bima, Inner Anggi.

Bima and Anggi passed in front of them. Anggi is still faithful to spoiled lyrics, making sure that her husband sees her with Bima.

"I'm not pretty?" ask Nita to Prana while arranging her bangs. And the question was greeted with a nod of the head by Prana.

The man finally realized his wife's presence as well. Prana glanced briefly at Anggi and quickly immediately looked at Nita who was sitting next to her again.

Instead of Prana being hot, it was Anggi who was confused with the fog hiding a stuffy feeling that enveloped his chest. His facial water immediately turned irritated.

"Ih! How am I jealous anyway?" his grunts accidentally, making Anggi reflex to close his mouth.

"What are you talking about, Nggi?"

"Huh? There's no."

***

Dion told Anggi that Prana was sick today. So her husband did not go to school.

And this is where Anggi comes back. The magnificent house he once occupied with Prana. Maybe, this is the time Anggi should come back. She never forgets her responsibility, which is to be a faithful wife taking care of her husband no matter what.

Carrying a tray with a glass of warm turmeric milk that she had made just now, the girl opened the door of Prana's room slowly, afraid that she might wake her sleeping husband. His face immediately grimaced as he saw Prana shivering on her jumbo-sized bed. The room was dominated by light brown and cream, Prana's favorite color.

"Mass?" call her in doubt as she approaches her husband.

Prana looked slowly. His body was completely limp this time. No matter what attacked him, the guy was completely helpless on his bed. Maybe because he misses his wife too much.

"You're here, aren't you? Thanks, you want to"

"Udah, Mom. Don't talk about it first. Think about your health now. This is me making turmeric milk for you. Buruan is drunk cold," asked Anggi while thrusting the glass in his hand at Prana.

Prana immediately gulped it down. Lucky Anggi's husband was doyan traditional herbal medicine like that. So, Anggi does not need to bother calling a doctor. He did ask about it to Ica before he came here.

Anggi reached out her right hand and placed the back of her hand on her husband's eel. And so surprised he felt the heat there. "You're hot, Mom. Bentar, I'll take some water with the towel first." Go quickly to the kitchen and pick up the tools and materials he needs there.

Returning from the kitchen, the girl immediately compresses Prana's jidat with a towel cloth that she had wet with water before. On the sidelines she focused on attaching the difference to her husband's forehead, Prana's hand actually held Anggi's hand suddenly. "Do I have to get sick rich gini first so that you want attention again rich first?" ask her with her raspy tone.

Anggi looked at her husband. His lips looked very pale and chapped. Prana's really sick. His wife was so concerned to see his condition. Anggi immediately felt like she had failed to become a wife for her husband.

The girl finally took her breath. "Why do you want me to come back here? Aren't you looking for a replacement?" tanya Anggi was still trying to lower her tone. Afraid that her husband's health would deteriorate, the girl would not start a fight.

"meaning?"

"Sina."

"Well, who's jealous? Not really."

"My god is you. Look at your cheeks already rich in boiled crab."

Anggi spontaneously cupped both cheeks quickly. The girl couldn't hold back the red tinge coming out of both her cheeks. "I-I want to go to the room first" Anggi said and quickly ran away from her husband.

Meanwhile, Prana can only chuckle amusedly at the funny behavior of his wife. "Thank you, my wife. I'm sorry I liked to ignore you all this time" he murmured later.

***

Anggi was flabbergasted when suddenly someone's hand hugged her from behind. He turned his head and it was the man who had wrapped his hands around his stomach.

"Mas! Surprised to know," the screech shriveled right in Prana's ear. However, instead of taking off his embrace, the guy actually tightened both hands.

"Udah, Mom. Later if Mbak Ijah see how?" whispered Anggi again. The girl was getting more panicked when she heard the sound of someone's steps from the direction of the stairs. It could be Ijah.

Prana smiles on his wife's shoulders. "Belvin. I can't, can I be friendly with my own wife?" Prana also whispered right in his wife's ear, making Anggi goosebumps because her husband's breath was felt in his ears and neck.

Anggi does not want to continue anymore, afraid if anyone sees them like that. He then brushed off the two hands of Prana slowly while shy of the cat.

"Sit there you," asked Anggi and was immediately obeyed by Prana.

The man sat at the dinner table watching his wife struggling with kitchen spices from behind.

"I miss knowing so much about you" Prana said on the sidelines of her activities looking at Anggi's back.

"Said Dilan miss it heavy, Mas." Anggi responded while continuing to focus on kitchen spices.

"Nggi, I'm not Dilan in the movie you saw. But, I'm sure I can be a Dilan figure with a different version for you," he said full of emphasis in each word. And the speech was immediately answered by a big smile from Anggi.

"I'd like some fried rice, dong." Prana whines, just like a five-year-old boy. His tone sounded ludicrous in Anggi's ears. It turned out that her husband could be spoiled like that.

"Seriously? You don't like heavy breakfasts?" Anggi looked at her husband.

Prana then listened to the words of his wife. "Now it's not. Anyway, if that's you, whatever it is, I'll like it. You make him use love" said Prana while showing her cute smile, adding a portion of his good looks.

Anggi who heard that could only giggle amusedly. "Pinter commbal yes, you now," he sneered and immediately cooked fried rice for them.

After cooking, Anggi immediately serves his homemade fried rice on the dining table. The girl looked very excited this time because this was the first time her husband wanted to eat her cooking.

Without waiting for long, Prana immediately devoured his wife's cooking. "His son, Nggi," he said honestly and with a sumringah, not only wanted to please his wife.

"Honest, Mas. No need to pretend because I want to love my heart," protested Anggi felt her husband was lying.

"Really."

"You're doing well?"

"Udah. Thanks, Nggi. I'm sorry to have to take care of you."

Anggi really took care of her husband patiently and painstakingly. She could not sleep all night because she went back and forth to the kitchen to compress her husband.

"Don't thank. Kan, that's my job," said Anggi while commenting on his sweet smile made Prana who saw it so thumping.

"May we be rich gini continue, yes Mas."

Prana and Anggi throw each other smiles. However, Prana's smile looks wider here. Maybe, because Anggi still remembers the incident the other day. The girl became more careful not to get carried away this time. Prana also ruffled his wife's hair with anxiety on the sidelines of his breakfast activities. He also did not forget to feed Anggi. They were the happiest couple at the time.