Testamentary Wedding
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Tonight the weather is so cold. Breezy wind quietly entered through the window of Anggi's room that was slightly open, making the expensive mosquito net cloth was torn by it.

Anggi is engrossed in struggling with his favorite romance in his room that is too wide. During this time only open, especially novels that are able to help him a little forget the small things that hurt in his life. The girl is not being bothered by anyone this time, including by her own husband.

He was still very upset with that guy. All the words that always stabbed him repeatedly. All the vices of Prana make him claustrophobic. How can such an attitude be said to change? Anggi until lost said knowing Prana like that.

To what extent will the girl be able to coexist with a guy like him?

It often felt like he wanted to just walk away from Prana's life when his mental state was at its lowest. However, considering this matchmaking because of his father's will, inevitably Anggi must be able to maintain it. Also his promise to his father-in-law and aunt. The girl was indirectly tied in her marriage with Prana.

The rumbling sound from the glass window of her room made the girl flinch and immediately turned to the source of the sound. His voice sounded like someone was pelting the window glass with small pebbles.

Anggi did not wiggle from his place. He waited until the voice disappeared from there because he thought it was a child who was fad.

But the girl still needs to be vigilant. He kept looking at the window of his room from the bed.

However, instead of the sound died down let alone disappear, someone down there actually more aggressively throwing pebbles towards the glass window of Anggi's room. Anggi is getting angry. Slowly but surely, he quickly got up lazily and then stepped his feet towards the window glass and saw who the culprit of the noise maker of the nights like this.

He began to open the rosegold-colored mosquito net slowly. The next second, the girl was immediately aghast as her eyes caught a familiar figure to her all along. “Mas! What are you doing there malem-malem?” she still shouted with a face that showed her surprise.

Why is Prana standing down there all these nights? Moreover, the air tonight is not friendly.

Meanwhile, down there Prana quickly reviewed her wide smile that showed a row of her teeth. In fact, from a distance only his good looks remain clearly visible. Perhaps, many men are jealous of the good looks that emanate from the face of a Virgo Mahaprana all this time. His looks are really excessive.

“You know you, Honey!” he shouted loudly, not caring about the neighbors who were already asleep.

“Apaan pake pase pasangan all. Not working!” reply Anggi with a tone. Remember, didn't she have no taste in seeing her husband's face?

The guy just chuckles down there. Prana then quickly picked up her guitar which was out of nowhere already beneath her. “This messenger, yes. Don't go anywhere. Otherwise I will go to your room and say anything to you,” his memory while trying the chord tones on the guitar in his hand.

“Apaan sih Mas Prana,” reply while showing the face of the judges.

Her husband's sentence was not at all good for her.

Accept this song from ordinary people

But my love for you is amazing

I don't have flowers

I don't have any treasure

All I have is a loyal, sincere heart for you

That is how Prana covers the song from Andmesh Kemaleng which is very popular. The voice of the man was very melodious and calmed the hearts of anyone who heard it. This was the first time Anggi had heard her husband sing live. The girl immediately shivered all over her body. It was as if his blood flow was flowing in a rhythm that fit from the tip of his foot to the tip of his head.

Anggi sighed in annoyance. “Dengerin Mr. Princess yes, Prince. I admit that your voice is good. But, I will not be drugged by all your melodies,” he said with a little scream while sticking out his tongue and immediately close the window.

“Well, why go, Mr Princess? Prince, haven't finished singing.”

***

Prana became agitated after Anggi disappeared from behind the window of her room. Anggi was really upset with him. For several hours the man sat pensively staring straight ahead. However, his view was empty. The cold wind seemed to be unable to pierce his skin. Anggi's husband was troubled.

“Yon! I need help lo.” Prana talks to Dion on the phone. Dion is his only hope now.

“Make. I'm sleepy, want to sleep.”

“Good lo same me. Just be careful, I do not want to treat you at McD again,” threatened while chuckling without a sound.

“Eh, don't-don't! If you don't want to buy me, what will I eat? I can't live without chicken.”

“Yeu, not really capital lo,” pouty Prana and then chuckle after.

“If anyone is free why not. Hurry up and talk before I change my mind again.”

“That's very much you're your own best friend. I want to ask.”

“Iya, ask what is Brother Prana?”

“Eum, girls if you're having fun again in diaain?” ask him while pacing unclear.

“Hah? What does he mean? Very ambiguous sentences lo.”

“Astaghfirullah, Yon. I mean, what do I do for Anggi? My wife is strong again. So jutek really,” confide in him while thieving. The man also glanced at the window of his wife's room.

“Yeah, Nyet. You sure ask me who destined jones rich gini? Kaya you never experienced aja, your girl will be a lot.”

“Enak aja lo kalo by the way. I'm a goodboy, you don't like to play with people's hearts. I'm focused, so how's Yon?” his insistence. The feeling is increasingly unwilling to remember the face of his wife's ketus earlier.

“This is as far as I know yes, usually the girl if again cambek it dibanjain what she wants directly back. But, if a kind of Anggi anyway lo love your heart already excited him.”

Prana snorted annoyedly hearing that. “Serious, Yon. But, you actually Anggi does not like it so,” his response justifies his friend's opinion.

“Now, I? Try buying her favorite food. Surely it will be really fun tuh girl, sure.”

Prana immediately widened her smile, as if she had just received her love by a newly shot heart. “Bener also lo. Tumben lo brains dilute,” he said then giggled, laughing at his best friend.

“Dih, if my brain is not diluted yes you will not ask me times, Pra.”

“Yes, thanks Dion Darling. Love you, Assalamu’alaikum.” Prana hung up on him with an overjoyed feeling, as if she had just found a treasure.

“Anj*r, disgust me. Wa’alaikumussalam.”

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