My Husband's Infidelity
Idiotically

"What?" Tanya Nuri pulled her wrist slightly in a stomp.

"I like you" Fazril repeated his statement.

"Sorry, Den. I was busy, there was still a lot of work that I had not finished," said Nuri immediately got up and was about to leave.

"Wait, Ri." Fazril pulled the girl's palm to hold back his departure.

Nuri was frozen. How could this guy like himself? This man's statement is difficult to believe and difficult to accept with reason and logic according to him. Nuri tried to think logically, where could Fazril like it if he didn't think just to play himself? Clearly he heard with his own two ears that this man was betrothed by the great Lord and the great Lady of the house.

"Why are you, Nuri? Are you surprised by what I just said? I know you must be in shock, all of a sudden I say that I like you after I've been sharp and even scolded you many times, but I really like you. Sorry for all my bad behavior so far," said Fazril sincerely also full of regret.

"I'm sorry, Den. I came here to work, I was just an uneducated villager, but I wasn't easy to fool. Father same mother I taught me not to believe just the same as the name of a man, especially a man like Den Azril," replied Nuri at length.

"So you don't believe what I'm saying?"

"That's how it's approx."

"Gosh, Nuri. What do I need to do so you can trust me?"

"There's nothing Aden has to do. It is better that Den Azril focus only on arranged marriages arranged by the Master and Madam."

Fazril instantly released his circle of hands. Why did he forget that? Nuri must have heard what her father and mother were talking about this afternoon. Fazril rubbed his face rough, what should he do next? Confused, the man did not know what to say and do.

"I'm sorry, Den," said Nuri without looking.

'I'm not a stupid girl who can be fooled just like that, Den, ' Inner Nuri walked away leaving the man alone there.

'I'm really stupid, bodoooh! Why should I act without thinking? Fazril, Fazril, your ideal woman's criteria are so high, but you're rejected as a housekeeper? Astaganaga!' inner Fazril cursed himself.

"This is unacceptable, my self-esteem as a man feels trampled on the same Nuri. Just look, I'll chase you until I can, I'll make you fall in love with me. Eu ... But what is matchmaking? Jesus, Fazril!" he muttered to himself and then sat on the chair that was originally sat by a girl named Nuri.

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Next day.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me, Den. I want to deliver clean clothes," a woman's voice knocked on Fazril's door, making him smile.

'Finally he came too, ' Inner Fazril was delighted.

"Get in, the door's not in the lock!"

Chequek!

The door is also wide open. Aunt came in with a basket of clothes. The smile that originally expanded perfectly on both sides of Fazril's lips was instantly gone, because it turned out that what came was not the person he expected. Honestly, the man immediately felt disappointed of course. He who was currently lying down immediately got up and sat upright on the bed.

"Huh?" Aunt frowned.

"Where's queen? Why isn't he delivering my clothes?"

"Kan Aden himself asked him not to enter Aden's room again. Did Aden forget?"

Fazril closed both of his eyes. Why did he forget that? Wasn't he himself the one who asked Nuri not to go back into his room?

'Oh, my God, you idiot. I was really stupid, ' again Fazril cursed himself.

"Den Fazril okay?" asked Auntie frowning.

"Eu ... Aunty goes back, I want Nuri to deliver these clothes, okay?"

"Huh?"

"Buruan, even dumb again. Anyway, from now on I want him to take care of all my clothes, he's the one who has to deliver them here, okay?" fazril's assertiveness is full of emphasis.

"Ba-well, Den," Auntie replied frowning in surprise. The middle-aged woman turned around and walked out from inside the room with shunt footsteps as well as a brain filled with various question marks.

'Den Fazril why? Very strange, ' Inner Aunt while frowning.

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After 20 minutes of waiting, the one who was waiting came. Nuri entered her room with a basket. Nuri's face looked flat, she bowed her body saluting then walked towards the closet.

Fazril did not say a word. Both of his eyes looked at Nuri's face. The girl who was currently wearing a very simple outfit complete with an apron that was coiled around her waist still looked so beautiful in the eyes of a Fazril.

Finally Nuri finished doing his job, all the clothes he brought had been put into the closet not restless. He also walked across in front of the master who was currently sitting right on the edge of the bed. Nuri bowed respectfully with slow footsteps, but the girl immediately stopped her footsteps when her wrists were suddenly grabbed and pulled until her body landed on her lap now.

Grep's!

Bruk!

Nuri's body was actually sitting on the lap of the master. The girl rounded her eyeballs feeling surprised instead of dumbstruck. While Fazril, he smiled triumphantly as he wrapped his wrist around the girl's slender waist tightly.

"Den A-aazril?" Decak Nuri was uncomfortable.

"Fazril, F A Z R I L. If you get me wrong again, then I'll make you my wife, okay?"

Nuri froze silently while looking at the face of the master who was very close to him now.

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