Badboy My husband
Change status?
"Altar Calvin Geutama's. I marry you, and I marry you with your betrothed, my daughter Aisha Fernando with a dowry as much as a prayer tool paid in cash."
The altar took a deep breath before speaking. "I accepted Aisha Fernando's marriage and marriage to the dowry mentioned, and I was willing to do so. May God always give you grace."
The sentence escaped out from the mouth of the Altar, with a single breath. Sweat drenched his forehead.
"How the witnesses. Right?"
"Well!" say them simultaneously.
Now the Altar has officially changed status. Who used to be a single gendangan, now has become a husband.
"Aisha, you can kiss your husband's hand!"
Aisha who had just bowed her gaze. Instantly glanced towards the Altar whose face was so unfriendly extended his hand.
With a little heart deg an. Aisha kissed the man's hand gently.
dug.
Chest, the Altar skipped a beat unruffled as Aisha landed her lips on her hands.
"Your turn is the Altar, kiss your wife!"
The altar clucked in my heart. Should he kiss the ninja girl in front of him?
Aisha closes her eyes, while the Altar holds her head.
dug.
Now Aisha's girth is beating her heart, when the Altar kissed the tip of her forehead that was covered with the hijab for a long time. Even the masculine smell of the Altar can be felt Aisha.
"Boss, ah! Cheating," ketus Kendra. The core of his biker gang. Friends of the Altar.
The altar looks hard at Kendra. Making Kendra shrivel and hunt down from the plaminan.
"Congratulations bro!"cakra. Which is also one of the core of his motorcycle gang, and also his best friend.
The altar just cleared. The chakras follow Kendra. And so did two of his other friends.pronounced then came down.
Altar does have four friends.Sekalagus core biker gang that he built himself.
The altar smiled forcedly, then nodded.
Kiayi Nando, abi of Aisha. A rather famous pesantren owner in the city.
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Aisha lifts her own things into the room, because the Altar does not want to help her at all. Forced he himself brought his suitcase into the room belonging to the Altar which is also now his.
Aisha sits her hunchback on the edge of the bed. He was very tired of lifting the heavy suitcase.
"Where's the altar going?" aisha asked, seeing that the Altar had changed her clothes. And it looks so neat with the shirt, and the jeans are not tight, as well as the leather jacket that she sashes behind her. Make her good looks and arrogant look.
"Kok lo kepo?" sahut Cold altar.
"Ais, it's just brother going where it's been tonight!" reply Aisha.
"Gue wants to race!" said Altar who was brushing her hair in front of the mirror.
Hearing that, Aisha got up from her seat. " Racing is not good, brother! Brother's gonna fuck!" said Aisha who seemed to ban the Altar race.
"Lo my prayer'in?" ask the Altar with his high tone.
Aisha shakes. " Ais, ga doa'in brother. Just racing is not good, especially wild racing! So Altar don't go for the race!" Aisha.
"What do I care about? Then I'll follow your will?" ketus Altar, save the rough comb and then forward towards Aisha who retreated because of fear.
"What do you want to do with the Altar?" ask Aisha who is panicking. Both eyes of the Altar were very sharp towards him.
"Gue wants to race!" his words changed his expression inexplicably, he did not want to be rude to the girl in front of him. Though if the girl out there doesn't even think twice about playing hands, if the guy disturbs his calm.
"Ga can be the Altar! If indeed the sister wants to go Ais along with the sister," said the girl upheld her body.
"Lo's home!" his word is Altar.
"Yeah my sister is also home," replied Aisha.
"Down, you, prepare to wait here!" sit on the sofa in the room.
Aisha opened her veil in front of the Altar. Making the Altar shock.