Testamentary Wedding
Wolves are lurking

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"Mas, what the hell?"

Anggi immediately opened her eyes wide after twitching and found her husband's face right in front of her face. Of course surprised. He had not yet collected his life at that time.

"Care about your face that is getting more beautiful," he said ceplas-ceplos.

Anggi who caught those words with his ears instantly blushed. How not? Early in the morning, she had a death blow from her husband.

"What the hell, Mas? Your fight is not good, you know?" spray Anggi while gently pushing her husband's shoulder.

Prana shook her head quickly. "don't know. Did ya? The man I saw your puffer cheeks was rich in boiled crabs. Here, look!" he concluded while thrusting a mirror at his wife who had blushed embarrassed from earlier.

The girl who was being teased quickly brushed off the mirror that was thrust at her. "Oh, bummer!" her grunts were upset to see the look on her husband's face that looked annoying.

"Kiss first" he said.

Anggi nodded quickly. Her expression turned horrified when she saw that her husband had already turned his lips. "Ih! Don't wanna. I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, Mas," she protested innocently.

Anggi's husband immediately let go of his laughter. Both his hands were anxiously pinching the nose of his little wife. "What is the ritual of brushing your teeth before you kiss?" his lips were still with laughter that was blaring all over the room.

Anggi immediately glared at her super annoying husband. It seems like the more days, the rate of nyebelin-nya more and more.

And cup!

One kiss of death managed to land on the tiny lips Anggi and directly make the girl flabbergasted. Both his eyes were rounded due to the sudden treatment of the Prana.

"Cheel, red again his cheeks," Prana's tease increasingly makes his wife upset. Purposefully. He really likes to see the expression of the slack of Anggi who he thinks is very adorable.

"Or, ah! I was angry, sulking," Anggi replied and folded both hands in front of the chest.

"Angambek aja there, bertar again also back," Prana sneered while crossing her arms in front of the chest of her field, trying to imitate the style of Anggi earlier.

"Ih! Prana!"

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Prana just finished with her morning ritual. He is now rummaging through jumbo cabinets near the bed, no matter what he is looking for. The look on his face had turned irritated when the thing he was looking for was never found.

"Search what the hell, Mas?" anggi asked curiously when she saw her husband was confused.

"This, Honey. You know my tuxedo is black? From now on I did not meet," he explained while still focusing on the clothes hanging in front of him.

Anggi then frowned. She walked up to her husband and looked at the things in front of the Prana. Sure enough as expected, Prana was always not careful.

The girl shook her head slowly with a long enough tempo. "This what?" she said as she grabbed the tuxedo that was hung right in front of her husband.

The prana that saw it could only be an indistinct whimper. That's how Anggi's husband is, can't be careful in many ways. Clearly the thing he was looking for was right in front of him, instead looking everywhere.

"Thank you, dear" he said, and immediately kissed the top of his wife's head.

The boy quickly changed his clothes, stood in front of a jumbo mirror, and began to cut his hair half wet. Anggi who looked at him until he did not blink. I don't think Prana is human. Too good-looking. In fact, any prince might not be able to match his good looks.

"Why did you see it so rich?" tegur Prana who apparently realized himself was being stared at by his wife earlier.

Anggi immediately swallowed his salivary, scratched his non-itchy nape, then turned to his hair. "Anu, no papa," he replied clumsy while grimacing in shame.

Prana pulls the curve of her smile. Knowing full well if such an expression, surely his wife was being embarrassed to see him secretly. His footsteps slowly approached Anggi, making the chick hotter and cooler on the spot. The look on her face described her anxiety as her husband drew closer to her.

Prana swiftly wrapped both hands on his wife's hips. The other hand then stretched out to slip a few strands of his wife's hair back. Highlight his intense and shady eyes immediately met with Anggi's eye bead. It was so obvious that the girl was nervous.

"You know what, honey? Every hour, every second, I can't stop praising your beauty. And that beauty is here" her index finger touched Anggi's nose, "and here" and then touched his wife's right chest.

"You're beautiful inside out, honey. I love your heart, not just your face. Because only your heart has managed to tear down my ego all this time, Nggi. You were so special in my life that I couldn't get you away from me" he grabbed Anggi's hand and placed it on his right chest, "this heart belongs to you, Nggi, honey. This heart beats for you" he said finishing the sentence.

Anggi had focused on listening to every detail of the word, then pervading the meaning one by one. Suddenly he pulled the edges of his lips, printing a beautiful smile. Even with Prana who also commented on the smile when seeing the work of God is very beautiful.

"No. You won't be able to get away from me, honey. I'm sure we'll keep going together."

"It's just a supposition, Mom."

"If you go, I die, Nggi."

"If so don't. Find another heart just so you don't die." Anggi deliberately fished her husband. It is undeniable that in fact he was also very afraid to throw the sentence earlier.

Prana immediately attached her index finger to Anggi's tiny lips. "Can't say that. Don't repeat, will you? No one will ever be able to replace you, dear," he said from his deepest heart.

"Hopefully yes, Mum."

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"Mas, I'm not fit to wear gini-rich clothes."

This is the umpteenth time the girl threw the same sentence and Prana has not yet bosa answered it with the same answer.

"You are wearing what a beautiful guest, my wife, is" he replied as before.

I don't know why it felt like flying when Prana said the word 'my wife'. It feels very different when the guy calls his name or the 'honey' call he used to give. Anggi prefers words that show that he belongs to Prana.

"Mass? Can I say something?"

"Yes?"

"I'd rather be called 'my wife' than just the name or the nickname 'honey' you used to love me, '" he explained blatantly.

"Yes, I'm calling you 'my wife?" Prana repeats her sentence as a sign of approval.

Anggi immediately firmed his smile. Her heart was so flowery this time.

The two then walked gracefully towards the building that stood firmly before them. Slowly Prana directs the hand of Anggi who was on his arm to hold it tightly. Anggi reflex turned her head and found her husband was throwing a big smile at her so that the girl also smiled at him.

Prana is a lot different this time. Its cold and cold nature slowly faded away and disappeared. Yes, although sometimes still often appear, but every time he behaves and acts sweet, often immediately make Anggi like flying freely into the air. In fact, he had thought that this was his dream realm that never became real.

"Young Master Prana!" greet a man with his mustache who is beginning to grow gray.

Prana welcomes the man's handshake and throws her friendly smile. "How are you, Om?" sapana.

"Of course it's good, Young Master." He widened his smile. However, it was not like not wanting to look towards Anggi.

"Don't call 'Young Master'. Just enough Prana," replied Prana humbly. His hands still faithfully grazed his wife's fingers firmly.

It was only when the man saw Prana's movements and then turned to his hand that held Anggi's hand, he just wanted to look at both Anggi's eyes. However, that gaze seemed to imply his dislike for the girl who is now the rightful wife of Prana.

"This is my wife, Om. Anggia Soraya." Prana introduced her so proudly, looking out from the glare of her eyes.

The orggi immediately reached out. "Fig, Om," he said, commenting on a friendly smile.

Instead of shaking Anggi's hand, the man turned his eyes to Prana again. "Son Prana still remembers my son? A yunita? He has graduated from a top university abroad. He was only 21 years old," he said for some reason like proud of his son in front of Prana.

And that certainly puts Anggi in an uncomfortable position. It was as if he was deliberately heating up Prana's wife. Prana glanced at his wife with her guilty look. He shouldn't have forced Anggi to come along.

"My son seems to still have a taste for Nak Prana."

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