After the First Night
Chapter 2's

I'm with my past, my,

Should I have you?

All blasphemy comes crashing down, all,

it reminds me of the dark past.

O night sky, give me a little hope that I will be better in the future ....

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Happy Reading's....

The wind gently stroked the face of the woman now standing on the balcony of the room, with both hands perched on the balcony railing. The chirping of birds sounded mutually unpretentious, flying from one branch to another. A faint smile framed beautifully on the beautiful face of the 26-year-old woman.

Her face, which was natural without make up, now looks much different than usual. His hair that is usually scattered or just tied carelessly, is now neatly carried. A small silver tiara was beautifully embedded in between her hair.

The simple kebaya was bone white with a sprinkling of Sequin wrapping around her tiny body, making the woman look very graceful. He looked at the clear sky, as bright as his heart was at this moment.

A smile of happiness does not fade from his lips. Mengulum smiled, recalling the time that had passed with the lover. Never imagined by him, the day he had been waiting for finally arrived.

It was only a few months ago when the man she loved proposed to her. Under the Trengguli tree, you can see a long bench with a little dust. Behold the foliage blowing in the soft caress of the wind blowing. In a few hours, she will officially become a wife. She is single and will be living a new life.

The man, who will soon be her husband. The man she met one year ago gave her a different taste every day. The man who made her fall in love with all the simplicity she had. Even the man never wanted to do more physical touch.

In this day and age, it is hard to find such a man. Right no?

“I love you, I should have taken care of you. Not even to ruin you. And I do not want to tarnish the sanctity of our love with things that should not be done before officially getting married.” is still clearly marked by the words of the man who now fills the niches of his heart.

“You are different, mas.” murmured slowly.

“What's different?” the voice of a girl suddenly spread her daydream. Aisyah turned her head, reviewing the smile wider.

“Ish Dita, ngagetin only anyway.”

“Eat him do not daydream. The bride is daydreaming? How will be the meeting? Not to be married, I continue to be the bride of the woman.” said the girl named Dita casually.

“Can be you. Real old school, newly married.”

“I'm already big, tau. In the third semester, I got a lot of married. Even have a child.”

“Yeah, the bocil has been mating. Is there a candidate?”

“Udah dong.”

Aisha swerved in disbelief.

“You already have a candidate?”

Dita nodded.

“Who? How not to know sister?”

“But the candidate has been captured by people.” said Dita with a sad face.

“Iya, Because today she is getting married.”

Deg ....

Aisyah's heart seemed to stop, her peach-colored lips silenced. His body stiffened motionless, staring into the bead of the girl who harbored a million sorrows trying to cover up.

“Ha ha Dita kidding! Oh my God, look at my brother's face. Tense so.” his laughter instantly broke, he held his stomach that hurt from laughing out loud. His wiggly fingers rubbed a soft warm liquid that involuntarily popped out just like that in the corner of his eye.

While Aisyah was just speechless to see what her half-sister was doing. In the corner of his heart, refuting what Dita said. He is not easy to just believe the word joking that is thrown by the girl who wears a white dress in front of him. I don't know, she feels Dita does have a taste in her future husband.

“Hey brother, I told you I was just kidding. Don't think, I only teased my sister on this happy day.” she blinked one eye.

“I'm so happy brother and sister Arzan can get married. May you always be happy.” said the girl with a cheerful tone, covering the sadness that is not too obvious. The girl then hugged the bride for a while. When finished, he immediately resigned to join the invited guests who were below then he disappeared behind the slayer that adorns the bridal room. While Aisyah could only remain silent without any sound being able to come out of her mouth.

“Are you sure, married to Nak Arzan?” not to mention the loss of his surprise, now Aisyah must again be surprised by the arrival of her stepmother. The middle-aged woman who became the mother, she continued, was now standing in front of her with a dislike face. Although it was normal for Aisyah, but she hoped that on her happy day this woman would throw away her unfriendly face.

“Mother, why ask like that?”

“What if Arzan finds out about your past and regrets marrying you?”

“What does Mother mean?” asked Aisyah confused.

“You forgot your free past? Gonta changed girlfriends, always out the night never even went home. Are you sure, son Arzan will accept all the mischief you did in the past?” the woman smiled cynically. While Aisyah squeezes her fingers tightly together. Biting your lips firmly to hold the rain that will soon fall.

“You should be aware, Aisyah. You don't deserve to be with Nak Arzan! But with selfishness you even accept the proposal of the man even decided to get married. You are the most selfish woman on the face of this earth.” like slashed sembilu, Aisyah's heart feels very sore. Now a puddle of water that was struggling in the black clouds that had been in its custody, fell down without being prevented.

“Do not get hurt! Here you are the one who hurt a lot. Arzan's son should get a woman who is still holy, because he's a good boy. Not a female ex-thug like you!”

“Bu, why did Mom bring up my dark past?” asked Aisyah with a trembling voice.

“Let you be aware! But the heart of the wall like you where there is conscious. Selfish!” the woman swung a step leaving Aisyah just like that. Leaving a very painful wound. Although not visible, but the wound is real. It is so heartbreaking that it is difficult to treat.

“Aisyah, forgive Daddy nak.” a man hugs a woman who is being bullied. Gently rubbing the head of the beloved princess.

“Pardon all your mother's words, son. Forgive Dad, because your Dad often gets hurt from your stepmother.” said the man was full of regrets. He admitted, since being married to Deswita made many changes to Aisyah.

The reason Aisyah does not feel at home and fell into promiscuity is because the stepmother who often said rude. As well as the difference in affection between her and her step-sister. But as time went on, Aisyah was able to accept and change for the better.

“Dad not to worry, Aisyah is fine. It should be Aisyah self-conscious, Mas Arzan is too perfect for Aisyah who has been damaged.” quickly the middle-aged man immediately unraveled his embrace and put a finger to the front of his son's lips.

“sstt.. don't say that, if later Nak Arzan really regretted marrying you, then what should be blamed is Dad. All the mistakes are on Dad.”

“Daddy ... Dad is not wrong. Everything was wrong Aisyah who could not keep herself.”

“No, Son. Had Dad not married that woman and paid more attention to you, maybe none of that would have happened.”

The man gently stroked the brown mane belonging to his beloved daughter.

“But I'm sure, Nak Arzan is a good man. He will not dispute the past. He will definitely accept the bad good of your son. Aren't you, baby?” staring at her son's wet face, waiting for a confident nod from the woman who will soon be holding the status of wife. But the one waiting never arrived.

The woman hesitated, causing her fragile heart to re-dissolve. Floating in vague confidence. Will Mas Arzan accept his dark past? Is it true what was said yesterday?