Testamentary Wedding
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Saka explained everything. Anggi and Jesi are both flabbergasted. They could only look at each other in silence.

"So, actually Prana really does not want to be with Nita?" Jesi repeated her question, trying to be sure again.

Saka nodded. "We were stuck again. I, Prana, Nita, same Eagle has come home from the bar and knows there is another feast there. Police came, we kept running blue. We couldn't think logically anymore then and the only way was to hide into the Eagle's hotel room. As a result, since the police are still rame outside, we'll be there." The man made his words clear again.

"Oh Allah, thank God that's the story. No, I really advise you to chat this deh to your husband because indirectly you have participated in defining your own husband," said Jesi while rubbing his best friend's shoulder.

"From the beginning I believed him. About my desire to make the same distance Mas Prana it just so I can remember myself first, not me angry with him or what," replied Anggi while commenting on his thin smile. A sense of relief instantly burst out in the recesses of his heart. Her husband is an honest man.

"Yes, Nggi. When Prana told me about this, I also believe that you actually have good intentions in the same distance your husband. You will definitely believe in Prana and there is no way you will continue. It's so sorry for him, Nggi. Every time we gather, his face must be lethargic and every time asked for sure his answer is not papa. In fact, I'm sure that he was thinking about you again," added Saka, increasingly making Anggi feel guilty.

"Emang outrageous the chili. It's crazy what's crazy about a no-holds-barred slander." Jesi becomes anxious herself when she understands that Nita is as bad as her best friend.

"Hus! It's not good to be that rich, "reprove Anggi gently.

"But, actually what Jesi says, Nggi. It seems that Nita is the queen of snakes. You have to be more careful with him. Don't immediately believe all his words because I'm sure he has a plan for your misahin lo Prana." Saka commemorates Anggi. The guy sounded stressed his every sentence, making Anggi's heart instantly throb.

"Yes. Thanks, Sak, Jes."

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"Mass? Has Prana gone home yet?"

The girl paced back and forth at home. His feelings were more mixed when he remembered all Saka said earlier. He can't describe it. However, certainly Prana's wife was agitated and stricken with guilt.

"Mbak Ijah? Not rested yet?"

Instead of meeting with her husband, Anggi actually found Ijah was cleaning up the remaining dirt used to cook in the kitchen. The woman seemed to be focused on her work.

"Eh, Ma'am Anggi." Ijah immediately stopped his activities when his employer called his name.

"Udah, Ma'am Ijah just take a break to the room. Anyway, it's late at night. Later Mbak Ijah kecapean loh," he reprimanded while taking over all the work Ijah earlier.

"Loh-loh, Ma'am Anggi. No, let me just. This has become my duty," Ijah refused as he approached his master.

"Udah, Ma'am Ijah to my room. This lives a little. Oh yes, by the way Mas Prana where are you, Ma'am? How can I not see from earlier," he asked while completing the rest of Ijah's work earlier.

"So the Young Master told me to come home late, Mom. As I recall it was probably around 10 o'clock, Young Master just came home. Fifteen minutes left, Ma'am," Ijah explained to Anggi, making the girl nod in understanding.

"Oh, yeah. Yes, Ma'am Ijah to the room let me make tea with warm water for Mas Prana yes," asked Anggi gently and greeted by a nod of the head by Ijah.

Not long after, the sound of the magnificent house bell was heard. Eagerly Anggi immediately ran small towards the main door at the front. "Yes, Mas. Wait," she said, then opened the door for her husband.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Pig? Honey, aren't you asleep yet?" Prana frowned as her pairs of eyes caught the figure that had managed to tease her mind lately.

"I thought I was a kid what's sleeping at this hour? I'm waiting for you, Mom," replied his wife with a small puck at the end of the sentence.

Prana immediately developed a smile. The feeling of fatigue and tiredness instantly disappeared when he heard his wife's voice again after these few days they no longer interacted.

"Aren't you angry with me?" prana asked carefully, afraid if it turned out that his sentence could provoke his wife.

Anggi's expression suddenly turned flat. His gaze was sharp, probing every detail of the figure's bead before him. Even with Prana who is now slowly loosening her smile that had been floundering earlier. The guy suddenly deg-degan see the look on Anggi's face like that.

"Boom!" Anggi laughed crisply at the cute expression of her husband.

"When you get nervous it's funny, huh, Mom?" Anggi still couldn't stop laughing.

Meanwhile, Prana feels anxious about her own behavior. "You're a big hobby of mine, aren't you? So, hows? Are you angry anymore?" ask again to make sure.

"Who is angry? I've never been angry."

"What was yesterday?"

"That's not angry. I only want to know you, "reply Anggi with him while sticking out his tongue.

"Damfused. Soaring why? Ask to kiss you?" goda Prana while raising her eyebrows next door. Really, when he was like that, his good looks increased and immediately made Anggi's heart beat fast.

"What the hell are you, Mom? You pervert," he sneered, still sticking out his tongue.

"Aren't you playing with the codes now?"

"Who? Unruly. You're a bit kepedean," said Anggi then immediately sauntered to the kitchen when he remembered that he had just boiled water earlier.

On the other hand, Prana followed in his wife's footsteps from behind. It felt, ah, that guy couldn't define it. He could only thank God for making his wife come back to him again.

"Now, I want to make you an angel drink. What do you want to make, Prince Ganteng?" rayu Anggi while turning off the stove because the water is already boiling.

Prana sat for a while on the dining table chair. The man took out a piece of fresh bread and immediately devoured it completely. He approached his wife near the stove.

"Pinter woo ya, you now." Prana pinches Anggi's tiny nose, making his wife tickle.

"It hurts to know you're nyubitnya," she protested. She looked away and tried not to look at her husband's face.

Unfortunately, the chick fails when Prana starts hugging him from the side. Anggi reflexes looking at her husband. The guy rests his head on his wife's shoulders and manages to make Anggi even hotter on the spot.

"I miss you, baby. But, your friend has been avoiding me for a few days. Do you not pity my heart? My heart likes to call your name." Prana. The guy put on his made-up sad face. However, it is true that Prana really misses his wife especially their moments like this.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I've loved rich kids all this time." Anggi stroked her husband's arm which was coiled around his shoulder.

"Room, yuk? I'm so tired" whispered Prana in a childlike tone.

Anggi was immediately nervous to hear it. "But I want to make tea for you first" he said with a little stammering.

Meanwhile, Prana actually reviewed her thin smile. "No tea, I want you to, '" he replied still in a spoiled tone.

Anggi sighed softly. "Yes, if so I also want to go to my room all want to clean up for a while," he replied resignedly.

"Cock apart? I, I want you to sleep in my room, just like me, honey." Prana increasingly behaved spoiled and actually tightened her embrace.

The guy did not know that Anggi was now holding back his nervousness. "A-room? Same you?" polo said.

"Yes, honey."

"But-"

"If you don't want to, I'll carry you."

Pause for a few seconds, because Anggi has not yet responded, Prana swiftly carrying the body of his wife ala bridal style.

"Mas! Ih, you're nyebelin. Make me shocked," Anggi protested while hitting her husband's shoulder gnashed.

"Ssttt, no. Shut up."

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