Behind The Lies
Be late

Music and songs from Shane Filan accompanied the beauty of the event that night. Beautiful in white describes the current state of Ashilla and Space. The man ceaselessly smiled and praised the woman who had been his rightful wife. There was nothing he saw except the woman next to him that night. Also, with Ashilla, she did not notice who came and did not come at her wedding.

Iyash took to the stage to congratulate his little friend. He smiled as he approached, then laughed as he got a hug from Space.

“Gue sorry.”

Space raised his shoulders as he let go of his embrace.

“Congratulations yes.”

“Thanks, Yash. Quickly follow.”

Iyash smiled wryly. It was too sensitive for him. The man then looked at Ashilla. “Congratulations, Shill.”

Ashilla smiled as she nodded. “Still. Quickly find a mother-to-be for Lily, I can't.”

Iyash laughed a little. “I can be a single dad for him.”

“Ih, pity.”

“You are calm, if Iyash says he can, surely he can,” Sky.

Iyash smiled as he nodded. He then gave a small gift.

“What is this? Can open?”

“Open aja.”

Ashilla and Angkasa opened the gift directly in front of Iyash. Instantly they were both flabbergasted to see a miniature wooden house.

“Very much.” Ashilla then laughed.

“Who knows how to make a home, I made the design, free.”

“Serious?” ask Ashilla.

“Take.”

“Ah, thanks.” Ashilla jump for joy.

The smiling sky saw Ashilla's happiness. “Still, Yash.”

“Sama-sama.”

From a distance Aruna looked towards them. His heart was like a pinch. Be ill. He befriends Iyash from High School, is broken by a love affair, and now is hostile. Iyash is closer to Ashilla.

“Honey,” call Faran. “Why?”

“Nothing.” Aruna looked at her husband.

Faran immediately looked towards the pelaminan. He was surprised, apparently since Aruna looked at the man who was chatting with the bride and groom.

Aruna got up.

“Where are you?” Faran held his hand. “Do not go far.”

Aruna looked at the view. “Mau mpek-mpek.”

“Mas fetch.” Faran.

“Ah, no need, I can do it myself. Not good to sit on.”

“Ya udah.” Faran sat back. “Do not long-long.”

Aruna nodded. He walked alone, but Faran kept an eye on him. Suddenly Faran sees Aruna stopping her steps when she crosses paths with a middle-aged woman.

“You?” Ira's forehead frowned. He then turned his eyes to the bride. “You?”

Aruna looked at the woman.

“Aruna?”

“Excuse.” Aruna was about to leave, but Ira held her hand. That made Faran rise and approach. However, it came to a halt as he saw Iyash was behind the middle-aged woman.

“So, you're Aruna? You're back for Iyash?” ask Ira.

“Ma?” Suddenly Iyash was behind his mother.

“Yash, dia?” Ira looked up at the child.

“Iya, Mother. She's Aruna and the person Angkasa married is her twin sister.”

Ira looked at Aruna. “So, you guys?”

Aruna was still silent, there was no point in remembering things that had passed, the pain in the past was replaced with all the happiness he had today.

“Mama understand, Yash. So, both parents divorced, one brought by his father and one brought by his mother, yes, ‘kan?” kira Ira's.

Aruna smiled wryly. If only it were that simple. Unfortunately, nothing is easy with his life.

“I excuse me.” Aruna then turned around, but suddenly Iyash withdrew his hand. “Be careful,” exclaim the man.

Aruna's heart was beating fast. He almost collided with one of the guests who were troubled looking for a chair while carrying a plate. “Sorry,” said the woman's guest.

“Still,” sahut Aruna.

“Sama-sama.” Iyash let go of his grasp.

Aruna bowed and left. Iyash's heart is beating. The failure of his relationship with Aruna was caused by his own mother, but if forced Aruna was not necessarily happy with him. Truly today he saw Aruna's bright face and far from sorrow. Maybe it's because his brother's marriage knows because he's happy with his partner.

Ira looked at her son who did not stop to set his eyes on Aruna who was busy waiting in line at the stand mpek-mpek. Faran soon followed his wife.

“Mama apologizes for asking him to leave you,” Ira said.

“It's too late.” Iyash averted his gaze when he saw a man just approaching Aruna. He then looked up and downed the drink he had been holding.

“Maybe it's not too late if you want to go back.”

Iyash frowned, he frowned looking at the mother. “Mama knows the word late no, anyway?”

“You mean?”

Iyash then pointed to Aruna who was joking with her husband. “Mama view. She's married.”

Ira was flabbergasted for a few seconds, but her heart was happy because it meant that Aruna would not return to Iyash. “Then you find another woman,” Ira. “Prove that you can also be happy without him.”

Iyash. He then left his mother.

“Ih, Yash,” call Ira. Shortly after Iyash left, Ira returned to her husband, but suddenly her steps stopped. She was shocked to see her husband chatting with another woman and she knew she was her husband's ex-boyfriend.

At that time Miranti had indeed avoided Hasa, but now it seemed that Miranti had no problem with the presence of the man.

Although Hasa is surprised that Aruna is still alive and the woman standing at the pelaminan is the twin sister of the girl her son loves, Hasa does not tell Miranti about it.

“He never told me you were his foster father,” said Miranti.

“Not, it was not appointed officially, but I have considered him like my own son because he is my son's best friend and from a small he likes to stay at home, now he has grown up he rarely visits.”

“Oh.” Miranti gave a glance. “Not good to see people. I'm sorry.” Miranti took a step.

“Mir, wait.” Hasa approaching. “Maybe we can't repeat this meeting, so, I want to make sure once again.”

Miranti looked uncomfortable. He was afraid Edgar would see it.

“Mir, what was it when you left, you were pregnant?” ask Hasa.

Miranti wet her throat.

“Sorry, but I heard that from someone else and I'm sure that I'm his father.”

“Whose father, Hasa?” ask Miranti pretend.

“Child of the baby you are carrying.”

Miranti. He couldn't possibly tell Hasa how the wake of the life Miranti lived with Edgar. Although Hasa is his father, but Edgar does not need a guardian, so for what Hasa knows, thought Miranti.

“Mir, please answer me,” pinta Hasa.

“Bund,” call Edgar as you approach. The thing Miranti was afraid of happened Edgar saw her with Hasa.

“I excuse me.” Miranti left immediately, before Edgar drew closer to her. Hasa stared at the tall, broad-shouldered man, curly hair and facial structure that was exactly like her when she was young.