Testamentary Wedding
Cravings In The Midnight

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A girl almost two heads was struggling with the screen of technological objects in front of her. Many times he typed two-three words and then deleted again. Then, it is one sentence, he type the delete button again. Just keep going without any end.

A cup of thai tea became her friend this afternoon. In fact, at the end of the second cup sip, the writing has not been completed as well. The more dizzy it feels, but not Anggi Soraya name if quickly give up. No, Anggi should finish it right away. He chanted, talking to himself that this might be his last chance.

The large room was redecorated by him. He chose to write in his own room. Because she didn't want her husband to know. Actually it feels brazen to argue with her husband. But how else? This was his dream for a long time. Of course Anggi does not want to waste it just like that even with a heavy heart because it covers from Prana.

"Mas Prana!" he said spontaneously when two pairs of palms managed to block his view.

The guy who is now standing behind Anggi is actually chuckling a little because of it. "Oh, ngeselin. The time I was looking in the room there wasn't, uh, the idea here you are. What the hell else is here? The power is so special about the laptop screen, so that her own husband is neglected," Prana said seeing his wife seemed to be very focused on her activities.

React Anggi reflex slammed the screen of the technological object.*****, he said in his heart. She immediately got up, facing her husband with both eyes. Did you see Prana, right? ask in the heart.

"Why is that glaring?" ask Prana astonished. Even so, the expression from his wife's face managed to make him have to hold back a laugh.

Anggi wavering to hear her husband's response to her behavior. What does he have to answer now?

"Eum, anu, yes you came suddenly rich gini. I'm, like, shocked, Mas. Fear of dying or what," Anggi replied with a little stammering. His heart is racing great at the moment. What if her husband sees? Ah, naw. I hope Prana doesn't see what the laptop screen is.

"Where are the brave menaling enter the house of Mahaprana Virgo. It must have been the same as me first," he said while releasing a laugh.

Anggi exhaled for a moment. Thank goodness her husband didn't ask further. It could run out later because he has no backup reason to answer it. Especially Prana is hard and stiff. Yes, although now he has gradually changed his nature, but if his business concerns Anggi, Prana must return to its original firm nature.

"I-iya, Mom. Eum, your tumben came home early. No overtime at the office, Mom?" Anggi tried to make small talk while trying to eliminate his nervousness earlier.

Prana immediately snatched a smile. "You're so, anyway. Don't you know what your husband is like? In fact, I really want to go home to be able to meet you," his protest suddenly turned his facial water into somber because of his wife's response earlier.

******, again Anggi swore in the heart. Why did that question come out of his mouth? It must have been indirectly her words had offended and hurt her husband.

"Not that, I mean. I must have missed you too. I mean, yeah, that's the tumben. Usually, you go home. Often gini dong, Mas so you can be alone with you. I, too, want to talk together, watch tv together, dating you," explained Anggi straightened out.

That girl lied a little. True, if Anggi every day misses her husband because Prana is often home late lately. But, another problem, if Prana comes home quickly let alone suddenly like this, Anggi so can not write. In fact, the deadline determined by om Deva is less soon. How can he solve it in the near future if Prana is often at home?

"Here, Mas hugged first," said Prana then spread both hands to the right and left, willing to welcome his wife's tiny body into his arms.

Anggi immediately smiled widely at the treatment of her husband like that. He can always melt his heart. He then quickly scattered and hugged the body of Prana tightly. The guy immediately replied to him more tightly, as if he did not want his wife to be separated and away from him.

Prana's wife was being lulled, inhaling the distinctive aroma of her husband's fragrant body and could always make him feel at home lingering in his arms. "You smell so good, Mom? Your hair too," she said, adoring her own husband.

Prana smiled slightly behind it. "Likes? Later Mas a perfume bath if that is so," he joked back, then laughed crisply afterwards.

The speech immediately received a one-pinch from Anggi, which she wore right in her husband's stomach.

"Mcd, yuk? You must've missed fries with the burger, right?" tawar Prana suddenly.

Yes, fries and burger McD is also one of the favorite foods Anggi type fastfood. Since the time of High School, they often go there after school to fill the stomach after a day struggling with the subjects of forgiveness.

When I remember those days, I miss it. Meet with friends, exchange stories, confide in fellow students, and share experiences. Ah, a beautiful youth, but just taken away from the life of Prana and Anggi. Two years ago. It's okay, maybe it's the best thing for both of them. God must have a wonderful plan behind all this.

"Well, now really? I'm not ready, Mom." Anggi. He was only wearing a regular T-shirt and training pants at the moment. Make up a little bit he did not wear.

"Udah, go straight away. You wear anything pretty, my wife. In fact, when wearing a negligee," prana joked while giggling and pinching his wife's tiny nose, the thing he could do when teasing Anggi.

Anggi immediately pouted. However, Prana quickly pulled his wrist to inevitably the girl had to obey.

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"Not good how to try, Mom? Kan, the recipe from the past is also the same," Anggi replied casually while picking chili with fries in his right hand.

"How can you not eat, anyway?" ask Anggi back. Surprisingly, every time Prana invited out, even Anggi who ate, while her husband was just busy watching her eat.

"It's eating. Eat your loving-kindness intake," she wrote. Stiff and still inexperienced like him.

Really, that alone has managed to make Anggi take off his laughter. Why was she given such a unique husband, anyway? A little bit stiff, a little bit joking, a little serious, a little bit floppy. And for a few seconds, Prana's wife did not stop her laughter.

"Udahan dong. Your ballot box will run out, you know how it feels." Prana. Serious or joking. This time it was difficult to guess, but Anggi still continued to laugh endlessly.

Just the next second, he gradually eased the laughter. "It's you, anyway. If you can't be romantic, then. Don't be forced. So yourself is enough," she sibirnya still with a whimper. Yeah, at least Prana's been trying, right?

Prana suddenly daydreamed and focused on the look on his wife's face that looked bright this time. Rarely could he see it that way. Deftly the man reached into the phone in his pocket and then pointed it at his wife's face. And, cekrek! One shot he managed to take.

One candid photo, when Anggi opened his mouth to devour the remaining fries. Of course Anggi realized because Prana forgot not to turn off the volume. With his mouth still gawking, he protruded, "Ih, Mas! What are you doing?"

"Take your photo. Such a drop yes, My wife because a smile is precious and I want to see it every day," said Prana suddenly full of tenderness. The glare of his eyes implied his sincerity.

"Yes, but let's get your phone. I want to erase that my face is ugly there," Anggi said with a frown.

"Will not. It's hard to play dapetin want to be removed that way," spray Prana while sticking out her tongue, mocking.

"Not here?" Anggi started glaring. The girl does like to be upset if someone takes a photo of her who is not ready to be snapped.

"No. I made wallpaper."

"Ih! Prana Mas! Ngeselin!"

"Here you go, here's your phone, let me put a disgrace photo of my face. Fair, right?" Prana's trying to make an offer.

However, Anggi was already upset. Even so, Prana still firmly took his wife's phone then posed a selfie with her mouth swung. Anggi immediately reclaimed his phone and as his eyes captured his wallpaper photo, he immediately smiled faintly.

"She's smiling to herself. Yes, you know that your husband is a handsome man," said Prana did not know herself. He pulled both ends of his collar and then his hands folded in front of his chest. Handsome guy. Yes, even though it's pretty, anyway.

"Dih-dih, do you care, Mas?"

"That's it."

Wait for. Putting Prana's eyes is like catching something on the other end. The guy looked up, looked back in the same direction to make sure that his vision was not wrong. He blinked repeatedly. Really this? That figure?

Not wrong anymore. A familiar face and so stuck in Prana's memory. He was the scar-bearer in Prana's life. He was the only person who had ever managed to drive him crazy and blind. He is also the only person he hates.

Is that really Renata? Former Prana? Is she here?

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