Testamentary Wedding
Start with the Initial Plan

"You're beautiful."

Anggi was stunned for a moment to hear it. "Thank you" he replied then hesitantly. The feeling became uneasy as the man uttered his last sentence.

What's wrong with guys praising a girl? Anyway, it's legal, right?

"How do you get out of the gini mall? Not good for girls," said Deva, making Anggi frown.

"Oh, yes. No papa. There is something ja-"

"Wouldn't your parents be scolded?" cut it again, making Anggi spontaneously sigh.

"My parents are dead. I'm an orphan," Anggi replied, trying as hard as I could. The girl does not want to show her sadness in front of others, especially people she just knew.

"Sorry, yeah. I don't know," said Deva while looking at Anggi wryly. The guy was not happy to discuss the matter earlier.

"Excuse me. Table number 17, choco matcha orders cold." One of the waiters came carrying a tray of Deva's orders. He immediately presented them at their table.

"Wah-wah, her boyfriend anyway, Mas?" ask the waiter kindly while commenting on the indecipherable smile.

"Boo-"

"Fastly, pray yes, Mas," Deva replied quickly, again and again cutting Anggi's words. And the umpteenth time the girl also began to get upset herself.

"What are you anyway? We, just got to know. How can you say dating?" anggi protest was upset with the behavior of the newly known man.

Deva then laughed crisply hearing the sentence from Anggi. "Kan, I didn't say it was made. I told him as soon as possible, who knows we're a match, right?" seductive Deva increasingly makes the girl in front of him uncomfortable.

"Hm." Yes, quite that's the word that comes from Anggi's mouth. He is now trying to be very bodo and respond to it with ordinary course.

"I'll be back home, okay?" tawar Deva was sincere and sincere from his heart. That guy does look good and not neko-neko.

Anggi smile. "Thank you, Dev. But I can go home by myself. No need to bother," he declined as smoothly as possible and tried not to offend the guy sitting in front of him.

"Related?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can you pinjem your phone?" he said he asked permission kindly.

"Make what?" asked Anggi while frowning.

"Pinjem brags," said Deva again, commenting on his smile.

Anggi finally thrust his phone and gave it to Deva. He thinks Deva might just be looking around at his phone. However, Anggi forgot not to lock the screen of his phone. And now I don't know what Deva did to that square object in her hand.

"Udah. Thank you," said Deva then returned the phone to its owner again, while Anggi could only continue to frown.

"Where's the school? If you look at your face, you're still in High School, right?" guess Deva by her.

How should Anggi answer? Should he answer if he just dropped out of school? Or pretend to be in school?

"Oh, I know. I've seen you in front of the Tarumanegara High School building. You're that kid, huh?" Again, it was as if Deva was a clairvoyant who knew anything about the people she met. Or is he really a shaman who can read the minds of others?

Anggi just nodded as the answer. He doesn't know how to explain it. Maybe silence is better.

The next second, Deva's phone vibrated on the table. The phone screen displays an incoming call from no one, but if not wrong Anggi had read one word on the screen, namely the name Raihan.

"Hello? Oh, okay. Wait for me there" Deva said with the person across the phone. The look on his face changed immediately and seemed to rush into his jeans pocket.

"People. I'm sorry, I can't stay long. I have important business" Deva said with her panicked face. The man slowly got up from his chair.

"Yes, no papa," Anggi replied while commenting on her special warm smile.

"Thank you for giving time to chat, yes Anggi. I hope we can see you again." Deva took the time to say the sentence before he left before Anggi.

"I'll say goodbye, yeah."

And after that, the foreign guy completely disappeared from the face of Anggi. At least he wasn't stuck with that strange guy for long. Moreover, her husband has strictly forbidden Anggi not to be too close to other men. It could be troublesome if Prana finds out.

"Dear."

The deg! The sound of the baritone made Anggi stunned for an instant. The girl quickly looked back and sure enough, she immediately found her husband standing there.

"Mas Prana?"

Anggi's husband then approached his wife and immediately sat in front of her. "Wait a long time, huh?" guess Prana is right. But, according to Anggi, it was time to walk quickly. Maybe, because Anggi had a friend chatting. So, he did not feel like waiting for Prana for long.

"No, my mom. I thought your meeting would be long. You've already sampled, "the response, made Prana smile thinly at it.

"You must be tired, huh? Want to go straight home what? Eum, or would you like a pesen drink first maybe?"

"Who was that?"

And boom! Instead of responding to Anggi's rant, Prana instead shifted the topic. In fact, his tone looked cynical and cold. That of course immediately makes the hot Anggi cold on the spot. The girl rubbed the sweat that came out of her palms.

"Anu, Mas-"

"I told you, Anggi. Don't be too tight with guys you don't know especially those who are not clear that," Prana said in a serious tone that directly made Anggi more anxious.

Anggi looked at her husband's eyes doubtfully. "M-sorry, Mom. It was not accidentally met anyway," he explained with a little stammering. Don't ask her feelings anymore. The girl was immediately wary, afraid that her husband would misunderstand.

But Prana was smiling. "Next time don't repeat, huh?" he said, rubbing the back of his wife's hand.

It immediately makes Anggi flabbergasted. Is her husband not angry? Did ya?

"Aren't you angry, Mom?" ask carefully.

"I believe in you" said Prana still faithful with her warm smile, making Anggi's heart rustle for the umpteenth time. She smiled at the smile that was also on her husband's lips.

The super-expensive square thing in the pocket of Prana's pants jolted the guy and grabbed him immediately. He immediately frowned when he saw the name that appeared on his phone screen. And with doubt, Anggi's husband rubbed the green panel and brought the expensive object closer to his ear.

"Hello? Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Yeah, Man? What's up?"

Anggi also frowned. Who called her husband these nights? Not wanting to think the no-no, the girl tries to think positively. Maybe, his client, his inner self.

Prana breathed a heavy sigh. "Why else? I told you, I don't want to deal with him anymore. Tell him, until anytime I will never want to see his face again," said Prana firmly, making Anggi more confused because he did not know anything.

"Can't, Man."

Pause for a few seconds and long enough, the guy then sighed again. "Yes already. I went there," he said in a lethargic tone and then immediately disconnected the phone.

"Why, Mas? Clients again?" ask Anggi worried. The reason, it was very late and she did not want her husband to soy sauce.

Prana nodded. "You're going home with an online motorcycle, don't you, honey? Sorry, I didn't mean to make a promise. I-"

"Udah, no papa. The important thing is that you can't be tired, yes. When you're done, go straight home, Mom. I'm worried about your health" Anggi said, cupping her husband's cheek.

Prana also nodded and did not forget to review her smile which hinted so that Anggi was not too worried about her.

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