Married On Agreement
Suddenly a Husband
Hi everyone, the author brought a new story. The story of Ihsan Maulana.The title is "Suddenly a Husband"
still want him, right? I hope you remember, yes! 😁
here's the synopsis~
Ihsan Maulana, a simple man who has a handsome face of Caucasian descent.
Ever felt a broken heart, making Ihsan traumatized to re-kindle love in the near future, especially to girls who have a rich child background.
However, one time he accidentally hit a girl who suddenly ran in front of his car wearing a wedding dress, making him instantly unconscious.
The doctor said the girl was amnesic.
Whether true or not, but the behavior of the girl is so suspicious. Especially when she just woke up she even said Ihsan is her husband. They don't know each other.
bab~ snippet
Brak!
A room door was opened with a single bang by a sturdy and muscular man, he was named Irwan Maulana.
The 50-year-old man had to do it because he had been knocking on the door never opened. Worry, fear why-why. The door also happened to be unlocked.
A handsome, bule-faced man in there turned his head, he was sitting on a long sofa by the open window. A cigarette that lit in his hand he immediately turned it off, then threw it into a garbage can.
"Ihsan, since when do you smoke and do all day in the room?" asked Irwan with his fierce face. Stepping forward towards the man called Ihsan.
The man was his adoptive nephew, he was 30 years old. Irwan raised him as a nephew out of pity.
Ihsan was the victim of a fire in an orphanage that survived. He had no idea who his relatives were, because he had been alone since the baby lived there.
The beginning of their meeting at Tanjung Priok terminal in North Jakarta. The 12-year-old Ihsan became a shoemaker, and Irwan was the one who asked him to clean his shoes.
Irwan is not a rich man, he is just a car repair shop owner and works as a private driver. However, he really wanted to make Ihsan his nephew and love him.
The man also sent Ihsan from Elementary School until now in college.
"Sorry, Om. Since yesterday he was clueless," replied Ihsan while bowing his face and tightening his seat. "But tomorrow-tomorrow I won't smoke anymore."
"Om it doesn't matter if you smoke, just don't drink liquor and drugs. But Om just wonder .. You don't usually smoke."
True, Ihsan has always maintained a healthy lifestyle. He is also a sportsman. Therefore his body is stocky, muscular and also sixpack. Ihsan can also martial arts, the result of learning from Irwan who has pocketed a black belt of karate.
Irwan threw his butt on the sofa, next to Ihsan. Then pat his nephew on the shoulder. That handsome face looked sad, like something was weighing down on his mind.
"You why? Any problem? Your junior said you haven't been out of the room since morning" Irwan added.
"I just met Nella, Om. And it feels like I—"
"Ihsan, stop it," interrupted Irwan quickly. "Stop mentioning Nella's name, even if you meet her. Hitherto have you not been able to reveal him either? It's been 2 years, San."
Nella is the ex-lover of Ihsan, her first love. The relationship ran aground due to status differences. Nella's a rich kid and Ihsan—she doesn't know who her parents are. Not sure if you still have parents.
Ihsan who intends to propose and ask her to marry was rejected outright by her father Nella, then tomorrow she immediately got the news that Nella was betrothed to a rich man.
It hurts! Heartbreaker. Already rejected he also get humiliation for being poor. Until two years passed, Ihsan was still traumatized to love. Especially if the girl is a rich kid.
Irwan himself always advises, if you want to get married, look for the commensurate. Not to be insulted like before.
"I've tried to be sincere, but if you meet sometimes it still hurts, Om."
Last afternoon when going to mini market—Ihsan did accidentally meet Nella with her husband. They look happy and have two children.
Irwan sighed harshly. "Yes, it's Sunday night. You better get out there, get wind so you don't mumble." His hand reached into the bag of pants, then gave a car key. "Go with car Om. Then go home and buy fried rice."
"Ah, just tell me this is Om telling me to buy fried rice." Ihsan scowled annoyed and then took the keys of the car. It's common for Irwan to be like this, lend him his car and then drop something.
"Where to meet a soul mate on the street." At the corner of Ihsan's lips lifted. His hand refused the money. "Just use my money."
"So you come from anywhere, San. But you buy him a bath first, let it smell good and handsome. Om get out first then." Irwan stood up, then patted Ihsan on the left shoulder and slowly stepped his foot out of the room then closed the door.
Afterwards he stood up while watching some mechanic who was busy with the car. The room that looks like a room is located at the end, located in Irwan's car repair shop.
Ihsan also became one of his senior mechanics. Irwan himself deliberately asked Ihsan to stay there so that he could while watching the workshop. However, if Ihsan is looking to sleep in his house, it is also not a problem.
Inside there are not only sofas, but bathrooms, televisions, mattresses, fans, and so on. Everything is almost complete like a rented house. Maybe what is not there is only a stove, because Ihsan himself cannot cook.
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"Thank you, sir," Ihsan said as he received the fried rice in a white plastic bag and paid for it.
"Together," replied the street vendor.
After that, Ihsan reentered the car, then placed the plastic bag next to the steering chair.
He started the car engine, then pulled the gas and started driving at a moderate speed. His eyes focused on the front.
Suddenly, somehow came from—a girl was already in front of her car. He suddenly screamed loudly when he saw Ihsan's car approaching his body. Soon the man stepped on the brake.
"Aackh!" pekik.
Bruk!!
Unfortunately, Ihsan braked too late because the girl had managed to hit the body of her car, then fell on the asphalt.
"Astaghfiullah!" exclaiming Ihsan with glaring eyes. He opened the car door, then squatted down to the girl who was now unconscious.
Her back head let out a fair amount of fresh blood and soaked the wedding dress she was wearing.
His face looks young, maybe around a dozen years old. She is beautiful, white and has long hair. There's a crown on his head.
Slowly Ihsan grabbed the slender body, then carried it into the car. He drove back to the nearest hospital.
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"May he be well, O God. I was afraid he died then I went to jail," muttered Ihsan who was sitting in the waiting chair in front of the ER room. His heart felt racing, the sweat on his forehead instantly flowing.
After waiting for about thirty minutes, finally the door of the room was opened.
Ceklek~
There came out a male doctor wearing glasses, Ihsan who saw him immediately stood up and approached.
"How is he doing, Doc? He's fine, right?" ask her with anxious mimicry.
"For the time being, my wife is fine. But wait for him to get along."
"She's not my wife, Doc." Ihsan shook his head quickly.
The spectacled doctor frowned, then looked at Ihsan from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. The bule man wore black pants, as well as a long-sleeved white shirt. Looks neat and smells good.
"It's been an accident like this why did you not admit Miss is the wife of the Father? Very bad," said the doctor.
"Don't admit it, but she's not my wife, Doc."
The doctor waved at a security guard who had just passed by. The man in uniform who saw him immediately ran over.
"What's up, sir?" tanyakanya.
The Chief Doctor approached the guard's left ear, then whispered.
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