Testamentary Wedding
Nisa Fainted

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Anggi smiled warmly at her husband. It is clear that Prana was actually also able to look at him. However, the guy actually showed a flat expression.

Nope. More precisely that unease that was like being hidden. Anggi can't read other people's minds. But, when it comes to her husband, she can always feel what she feels right then and there.

"Mass?" call doubtful.

Prana hasn't looked. The guy focused on starting the car and starting the gas. Anggi is getting confused. What's wrong with her husband? Wait for. And where are the maps or files that her husband was referring to?

"Mass?" call again. Now he is more courageous.

"Hm?" Prana finally looked. Still with his stare.

Anggi glanced at the sweat dripping from the tip of her husband's hair. Why did Prana suddenly change? Why would he sweat like that if he just took the file? Doesn't that building have many lifts?

"Map you? Shouldn't you take those important files, Mas? What I saw, you didn't bring anything?" asked Prana's wife with a thousand perplexities.

Prana was stunned for a moment. Uh! Rena's messed things up. How could he forget those files? In fact, the goal is to go to the office to take the map.

"Oh, uh. It was transferred to a flash drive, Yang," he told a lie. He immediately wiped his sweat.

Anggi glanced again at her husband. Something was strange, he thought. Why does she feel that her husband is hiding something from her? Uh! Don'tdon't. Not good suudzon on husband himself. Better think of something that is okay.

"Oh, that's it, Mas," his response while the mangosteen understood even with a hint of suspicion.

Prana glanced at Anggi. Is his wife suspicious? "Wanna eat?" bargained for.

"At home, Mom."

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Anggi is in the middle of the scorching desert. Sunlight completely pierced his skin this afternoon. She was wearing a long black dress. In fact, the tip of the dress swept away the brownish-red sand.

Seen from a distance a tall man. He also wore a tuxedo suit similar to the one worn by Anggi. Her hair is neatly arranged. A sprig of white roses tucked in the pocket of the upper suit. Adding a manly impression on him.

The man approached Anggi. The woman developed a very wide smile. Showing a row of tiny teeth. Even with that guy. The smile that he threw was no less wide than the smile that belonged to Anggi.

Taken the stem of the elegant white rose from his pocket, then he continued his steps closer to Anggi. Anggi has met on the spot. The red tinge now spread to both cheeks.

"Mas Prana!" he shouted very loudly.

Instantly the flowering taste spread and enveloped the entire recesses of his heart. Can not be covered again if he is really happy to welcome the man he loves the most.

Prana's still tight-lipped. It keeps going. Getting closer to Anggi. His smile also widened. Make anyone melt when you look at it like that. One more step until.

However, Anggi suddenly nodded and immediately looked back. The tail of her eyes followed Prana's steps. Instead of stopping and giving the rose to Anggi, her husband continued further. It was as if he did not see the figure of a wife who was waiting for him with a big and sincere smile. Not approaching him, but Prana walked towards a woman who was the same age as Anggi. The woman was wearing a long white dress, more luxurious than Anggi's.

Prana's wife immediately covered her mouth with both hands. Who the hell is that? Why was Prana more interested in him and not Anggi whose legal wife?

Anggi further rounded his eyes as Prana handed the rose to the woman before him. Wait for. What is all this? Why did Anggi's husband give her the rose? They both seem very happy. Totally ignored Anggi there.

"Mas Prana!" shouted again.

"Mas! What are you doing?" Anggi increasingly raised the voice.

There's no answer. They did not even turn their heads and instead continued their steps in the opposite direction from where Anggi stood.

"Mas! Prana!"

"Mas! It´s me! Your wife, Anggi!"

"Mas!"

"Hey, hey! The darling? My wife? You why?" Prana's been patting his wife's cheeks. Trying to wake him.

Anggi started to open his eyes. The tail of her eyes immediately caught her husband's face before her. With a split second the girl immediately cried. She hugged her husband's body tightly.

"Hey! Anggia, Wife? What's the matter, honey?" prana asked as she gently stroked his wife's back.

"Mas Prana," pauses a loud sob, "don't leave me. Yea?" she asked, sobbing in her husband's arms.

Prana's getting confused. Why did Anggi keep delirious while calling his name earlier? Why is his wife suddenly crying like this?

"Sttts. Calm down first yourself. Subhanallah, you're dry, honey," said Prana as she stroked his wife's hair.

"Tell me first, don't ever leave me. Come, Mas. By the way," please Prana's wife is still with her deep sobbing. In fact, his breath was roaring and Prana could immediately feel it.

"Yes-yes. Udah, do not think strangely," he remembered while taking off slowly his wife's embrace.

His hand then stretched out to grab a glass of mineral water on the nightstand and thrust it at the girl in front of him. "This. You drink first" he said.

Anggi immediately greeted her and her husband helped her sip a glass of mineral water. In the next second, Anggi calmed down and Prana let out a long breath.

"Udah, yes. You sleep again. It's still malem," he said so gently. However, the softness of her husband's voice can not just sweep away all the anxiety, fear, and anxiety that has controlled her.

"Mass? I fear. So scared. You're not gonna leave me, are you?" ask Anggi, making sure that Prana will always be there for him.

Prana frowned, then immediately smiled warmly. "Yes, Wife. Me, I promise you. No matter what happens, I will not leave you. I promise to keep you until the end of my life" he said. Honestly, Prana said it sincerely and from the bottom of her heart.

"Really, right?"

"Yes. I slept again. Here, you sleep on my arm. Make it comfortable," he bargained. At least so that his wife does not feel afraid anymore.

And with directly Anggi back to lay down, then lean his head on the arm of her husband. Slowly he began to close his eyes. The gentle caress on her head from her husband managed to make her fall asleep immediately.

"Why are you, my wife? O Allah, spare my wife from all evil. Don't hurt his heart and don't make him shed any more tears. Give him happiness and calmness all the time. If only later the servant could not accompany him, then keep the servant's wife always, O Allah."

Prana kept pleading with the Almighty. I hope his wife doesn't feel scared anymore. Hope that his wife does not feel anxious and anxious anymore. Hoping that if he was no longer by his wife's side, there would be a God and someone better than him who could take care of him. At least that's all he's asking for right now.

Because Anggi happiness is Prana happiness and Anggi pain is Prana pain as well.

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"Nit? I want to meet you. Please, this is urgent. You can, will you pick me up at Prana's office building?" With a sobbing still left, Rena spoke on the phone. Both of his eyes were puffy and his face was pale red.

"Lo why, Ren? Have you been to Prana's office? You see Prana? By himself? Why didn't you tell me first, anyway. Kan, can I go, Renata."

"No papa, Nit. Pick me up, will you? I want a story too" he said again.

"Yes. Okay-okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Lo don't go anywhere. Drop it there and find a crowded place. Okay?"

"Yes, Nit. Thanks." Thanks."

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