Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 1 (Kissky Huwl)

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On a sunny morning, the Huwl family was having breakfast in the dining room, Ahmad Huwl as the head of the household opened a chat.

“Ma.” Ahmad said to his wife July Oceania Huwl, a Caucasian woman from New Zealand.

“Iya pa?” sahut July.

“Ma, mama remembers that no papa ever told me about papa's hometown.”

“Remember, N city right?” july said as she ate the toast in her mouth, while Kissky only listened to the conversation of her parents.

“Oh, it turns out mama still remembers, in terms of papa that story at the time we were in college.” explained Ahmad.

“Iya, because of that story, mom so close to papa, it's the first year we met on campus right pa?”

“Iya, at that time the age of the new papa was 18 years,” said Ahmad.

“And mom 19 years.” timpal July.

“But still dong, attitude and way of thinking, papa more mature.”

“Iya-iya, if that's mama agree pa.” Julie laughs at her memories with her husband.

“Nah, because it's ma.”

“Why pa?”

“How about we marry Kissky to Basuki's son.” Ahmad said with a cautious heart, he was afraid that his wife would be angry.

“What!” netra July turned her back, as well as Kissky, she did not believe her newly graduated Junior High would be married, but she did not dare to speak up, he said, because Kissky is a shy and obedient child in parents.

“Ma..”

“Pa!” Brak!! July thumped hard on the dining table.

“Kissky it's still a kid, where might we marry her now! Dutiful to us yet, yes, he already wants to serve others?!” July boarded apitam, he did not accept if his son would immediately release the single period.

“Mama, listen to papa first.”

“No, papa who must listen to mama, anyway Kissky can not marry, if you want to marry, at least pass high school first, take care of himself alone he did not look right, what else does take care of the child.” bright July while moving from the dining table.

Ahmad can only swallow his saliva, so, when July is angry, his words should not be denied.

Now at the table left Ahmad and Kissky, then Ahmad glanced at his daughter who was chewing the toast in her mouth.

“Ky.” says Ahmad

“Iya pa?” sahut Kissky with a soft tone.

“How do you think?” ahmad asked his daughter.

“Sorry pa, according to Kissky what mom said just now, there is a point.” Kissky said.

“But son, papa will not marry you with random people, they are 5 times richer than us, so you do not have to worry, will be asked to do homework and others, he said, your duty is only to be a daughter-in-law there.” Ahmad explained to influence Kissky who is still innocent, especially he knows, if his daughter will never dispute anything he said or July.

“Ehm, what do you think is the best?” ask Kissky to Ahmad.

“Of course son.”

“But, papa and mama disagree.” Kissky said.

“If you agree, everything will be fine, you know no, if you marry Rabbani family, your life will prosper 14 offspring, papa and mama will also be happy, we get richer son.”

Kissky felt a little disappointed to hear his father's words, but he could not argue, because according to him, parents are suri tauladan.

“If according to papa it's the best, Kissky willing pa.” said Kissky.

“Good, about mama, papa who takes care, thank you very much nak.”

“Iya pa, Kissky excuse me to go to the room first.” A grieving but speechless Kissky leaves her own father at the dinner table.

Actually his heart was not ready, but he realized that he who bears the name Huwl is not the biological child of his parents now.

He merely took the place of a child who was now on the Divine side.

This matchmaking idea began with the introduction of two adult men, Ahmad Huwl and Basuki Rabbani.

Where their meeting started from a trip business that they lived a few months ago.

Because they have the same vision of mission in undergoing the business they are engaged in, Ahmad and Basuki become more frequent meet.

They occasionally bring their respective children and wives for holidays together at certain times.

Kissky Huwl, it is the name of the only daughter of Ahmad who has now sat in 6th grade Elementary School.

Zanjiil Rabbani is the name of the only son of Basuki who also sits in the 6th grade of Elementary School. Zanjiil is only 4 months older than Kissky.

Unlike their father, Zanjiil and Kissky never agreed on anything.

Even so, the two families always told them to play together.

3 Years later, precisely on Kissky's 15th birthday, Basuki invites Ahmad to talk about something.

The two friends separated themselves from the crowd of guests to Ahmad's workroom.

“Come sit down.” Ahmad said as he led Basuki to a sofa in his study.

Basuki sat in accordance with Ahmad's direction, and Ahmad sat right in front of Basuki.

“You said what Ki? Not a serious thing, right?” ahmad asked with a questionable heart.

“Gini Mad, we have been friends for a long time, you think how about we just match our child?” Basuki expressed his heart.

“Loh, how impromptu is Ki?” Ask Ahmad to return.

“It's not an impromptu Mad, I've been thinking about this from a year ago, I think if we become besan, it will fit perfectly, I think, considering that we are currently undergoing a very close cooperation, I am also satisfied with your performance, which makes my business rapidly increase its shares.” explained Basuki with a loose smile.

“But Ki, they are still small, in this modern era, where there are people who match their young children, not to mention if we are found out KPAI (the Indonesian child protection commission), and, later we can get to the law.” Ahmad timpal.

“You rest easy, I take care, in addition to business, we also come from the same area, where we are the beginning of matchmaking and marriage at an early age,” explained Basuki.

“You're right anyway.” Ahmad rubbed his neck.

“My mother and I Zanjiil also got married in their teens, just like them, I was in 1st grade of High School, her mother was in 2nd grade of Junior High School.” explained Basuki.

“Hum!” Ahmad nodded his head while thinking.

“His grandmother Zanjiil also often asked, when Zanjiil in a match, in my family, the tradition is still thick Mad, I only have one child, I want him to marry a good person, I want him to marry a good person, if you can, yes the same Kissky, it is the most suitable.” said Basuki.

“But, I have to ask his mother first,” Ahmad said.

“Ngapain asked his mother anyway? you're the head of the household, in control of the family.” Basuki also influenced Ahmad's mind.

“Not so Ki, his mother will come from outside, if I do not talk well, can rampage him.” Ahmad further said.

“Yes already, you discuss first with his mother, mumpung both just graduated Junior High School, later we enter in the same school.” said Basuki.

“Dan... I want to be honest with you Ki.” Ahmad was confused where to start.

“What's Mad about? Just tell me, don't hesitate, just tell me.” Inquisitive Basuki kept asking his best friend to tell him stories.

“Alright, so that there will be no dispute ahead, I, will tell you, if Kissky is, not my biological child,” Ahmad also said a secret that no one else knew so far except their closest family.

“She's the foster child?” Basuki made clear his best friend's words.

“Yes, he's an orphanage boy, whom I adopted, so just think about it, I don't want any trouble later, or you bring it up to my innocent daughter,” bright Ahmad.

Long enough Basuki weighed, what decision he would make.

“Alright, it's okay, I accept it,” Basuki said confidently.

“You sure?” ask Ahmad.

“Ya, of course.” replied Basuki confidently.

After the two friends finished chatting they returned to the party area.

...Seriate......