The Fake Couple
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Asri closed his eyes when his cruelty to Kinanti in the past suddenly just rotated in his memory so laughing. Making Asri's cry even more so, how much he used to be to his good nephew. Where is his conscience? And why is his heart just now knocked?

"Win!" snapped Asri at that time, when Kinanti had just returned from campus.

"Where have you been? Called from earlier not lifted!" greet him as soon as Kinanti enters the house by carrying a map containing his college duties.

"Sorry, Tan. Hape I've been broken for more than a week" replied Kinanti while looking down sadly. His phone broke because Asri slammed when angry.

What demon possessed her mind that day, Asri instead pushed Kinanti until the contents of her map scattered on the floor and she beat Kinanti like a child, not even a child deserves that kind of blow. And Kinanti only cried silently while picking up the papers of her duty. And with cruelty Asri stepped on the hand of Kinanti who was picking up the last sheet of paper.

"There's a maid in this house, doesn't mean you're forgetting your job of washing and ironing! You know, because you haven't ironed, I got the wrong costume when I attended my friend's invitation earlier!" her scolding while pulling Kinanti's hair without compassion.

Suddenly the bell of his house rang.

"Go in your room!" drive Asri, do not want anyone to see Kinanti in a mess after being beaten.

A few minutes later, their maid was moved to meet Asri and said.

"Mom, someone's looking for Ma'am Kinan. His name is Ikram, he says high school friend Mbak Kinan."

Asri crossed her arms and smiled cynically.

"Say, there's no one named Kinanti in this house! Whatever way you let his friend Kinanti go, let's not come here and here again," said Asri, his anger at Kinanti made him lazy to deal with Kinanti's friends.

"B. good, Mom."

And the maid immediately met Ikram.

"I'm sorry, Mas, there's no one named Kinanti in this house," he lied to obey his super judes employer. The maid was worried about being fired if she did not obey Asri, even though she needed this job.

Ikram frowned and matched the address of this house with the address Amber gave him.

"But, my friend told me this is Kinanti's Tant house called Asri, and now Kinanti lives here. Please, can you make sure again?" he urged with a hopeful look. He stole time from his father to get here. His father still disliked Kinanti until this very moment, and was very careful that he and Kinanti should not meet again. And this is his last chance to meet Kinanti, because tomorrow morning he has to go back to America.

"There just happens to be no, Mom. This is not Bu Asri's house," replied Asri's maid while suppressing the guilt in her heart. It seems, this friend of Mbak Kinanti really hopes to meet. There was a sorrowful gurat in the look of that handsome face. Then the maid's gaze was glued to a fresh white rose brought by Ikram, very beautiful. It felt like he went back inside and called Kinanti, in order to meet the man who seemed to miss his master's nephew so much. But his fear of Asri was apparently more domineering, so he hurriedly said goodbye from before Ikram and entered the house, choosing to continue his kitchen work, not daring to interfere.

While Ikram re-entered his car with a feeling of anxiety, he called Amber.

"Hello, Amber? I've reached the address you love, but he said there is no one named Kinanti in this house. Are you sure this address is correct?"

"Hmm, as I remember it is true, Ikram. Uh, why don't you call Kinan?"

"Already, Amber. But not connected. Maybe he changed his number?"

Amber sighed, heard to regret the intention of Ikram who really wanted to meet Kinanti but did not run smoothly.

Ikram let out a breath that felt so heavy.

"It's okay, Amber. Thank's info and help." Then he disconnected the phone.

Ikram looked at the bouquet of white roses in his hand with a heart pinched sadly.

"Why is it so hard for us to see you again, Kinan? Where are you now? I miss you so much., and I wanna say.. that I love you."

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"Amber's? Tumben didn't come here to say anything?" reprimand Mila when she sees the youngest child entering her house.

"How are you, Ma?" Amber shook her hand and kissed the back of her hand. Then kissed both cheeks Mila who was still tight at the age of almost entering the head of six because never absent from beauty care.

"Well, which creed, are you alone?"

"Here, work terosss, he's out of town already three days, scrapping a new factory that he says has just been built" said Amber as she threw her ass on the sofa.

Mila smile.

"She is a daughter-in-law to be proud of. Mom and Dad are so glad you're finally getting married. Mama knows very well the quality of Ikram, because her parents educate very well. Proven, right? Although he did not start his career from scratch because he lived to continue the family company, but he totality once worked, not linger lazily," praise Mila endless for the daughter-in-law. Since adolescence, Ikram has been targeted to be betrothed to Amber, his favorite daughter.

"Everything, Mama is so relieved you broke up from your ex-boyfriend who whined it, what's his name? Oh, Daffin.. Yeah, Daffin, right?" Then Mila shook her head.

"You could've dated a bad guy like him anyway, Amber.., Amber." Mila bobbing head. Fortunately his daughter ended up with Ikram, not in vain Mila sent his daughter to college to America so that she could be closer to Ikram.

Mila smiled cynically when she remembered how her daughter's ex-boyfriend had not been kapoknya expelled, daring to openly ask Amber to decide Ikram who had officially become her daughter's fiance. Even the sableng guy to kiss his hands all, asking for the blessing of Mila.

"Tante, I promise to make Amber happy. I'll guarantee Aunt's daughter will never be lacking if she's my wife. I'm not gonna let his hands sweat for having to make a living."

Daffin's whining blew up Mila's laugh which sounded so mocking. Pshaw! Why did Mila let go of the fish that had been netted in the hand for the bird that could still fly? Kram is certainly more promising than men whose origins are unclear. After all, Ikram looks more authoritative as a man than Daffin who looks baby face.

At once Mila also rebuked Daffin.

"You are, shamelessly disturbing the woman who has become a fiancee of people! Go out there and don't bother Amber again!"

"Tan, I beg you.., I seriously love Aunt's daughter. I swear I'll glorify her life if I become my wife." Daffin held Mila's hand tightly.

"Satpam Uncle! Get rid of him, quick!" pekik Mila flicked her hand from Daffin and pulled her daughter into the house.

"Don't drop your tears for the ex! He's not your future!" mila snapped to see Amber quietly crying pity to see Daffin dragged by his house guards.