Don'T Be The Antagonist
Jealous

“Brother Candra Tristan Fauzan bin Rahagi, I marry and marry you to Adora Anindita Keisha bint Herman with his bride a set of prayer tools paid in cash."

Fauzan looked straight at Mr. Penghulu, and said, "I accept his marriage and the marriage of Adora Anindita Keisha bint Herman with her mascawinnya, paid in cash."

Prok .. prok .. prok ....

The audience applauded festively, making the two couples on the lap smiling happily by exchanging rings.

Keisha circulated his gaze, staring at the attendants who had come over meticulously.

The day before the wedding, Aina had a hard time giving Keisha a guest list complete with photos and data of themselves.

Keisha, who is very good at memorization, already knows the identity of the 1000 invited guests invited at his wedding well.

"Although a little cruel, but Sister Aina helped me a lot last night" Keisha chirped, making Fauzan chuckle at her side.

How not? She knew well, how Keisha struggled under Aina's guidance all night.

The three people stayed up late to help Keisha memorize all the guests present here, until early this morning.

"Haha, that's Aina. Don't underestimate him, even if he looks calm. But Aina was no match when it came to her interests regarding the public image of the family and her work. Don't complain too much if he's so mean" said Fauzan, half whispering near Keisha's ear.

Keisha nodded in understanding, and leaned his head on Fauzan's shoulders, all building up an image if they were truly married in public.

"But you've booked a ticket for me on my honeymoon for a long time, right?" whispered Keisha, looking at Fauzan with a hopeful look.

"Just calm. I put it on your room table. Tomorrow we will go to Korea. As you wish, Kei!" obviously Fauzan, made Keisha cheer in silence.

"Mother tired?" alva asked, walking up to her parents with a plate of light dishes she had just picked up at the buffet table.

Keisha immediately greeted the plate full of cake with a pleased look, he immediately ate with a ravenous without shame on his invited guest.

"Of course I'm tired. My legs are coming off, Alva. Don't you have comfortable shoes? High heels are beautiful, but it feels very torturous to use in situations like this," said Keisha, complaining about his heels that hurt.

"He's coming."

"Aina came here?"

"Why with his daughter? Sick again?"

"Well, it's a basic woman is not smart in taking care of the household. Her son is sick and her husband is remarried?"

"That's a pity, hahaha."

Keisha's extremely sharp listener, directly aimed at the few people who welcomed Aina and Nuri's arrival with scorn, instead of a friendly greeting, with a piercing sharp gaze.

"Nuri's done it? Why did you bring him here?" fauzan asked, looking at Aina with an anxious look.

His wife is also sick, she worries the two women more than her turbulent sense of regret as the two women choose to leave the house to attend their wedding.

Nuri thrust an invitation at her father, making the man bow his head and accept the invitation with a wry smile.

"We came as guests, Dad. Don't throw us out, it's rude!" chirps Nuri, inviting the laughter of some people who heard her words.

Aina turned to him, and stroked the top of her head slowly. Before he finally saw Keisha who was walking towards them with Alva guiding his steps.

Keisha looks beautiful with her hair in a twisted centipede and is tied with a white ribbon on it, matching the color of her dress.

Aina smiled, looking at Keisha with a shady look and a pretty smile, to the point of making some of Keisha's friends fixated on seeing her beauty.

"You are beautiful Keisha," praised Aina, without any hostility in her every act.

Keisha was stunned, seeing Aina's face that was so shady and calm. "Ah, Sister Aina is also beautiful. Though her makeup is very thin, but why can Mbak be as beautiful as that? You eat UV light, right? It's so glowing" he chirped, again making people chuckle.

Aina shook her head slowly. "You want to be like me?" Aina approached Keisha, whispering in her ear quietly. "Wudhu and pray 5 times. Later you will be as pretty as me" she chirped, making Keisha smile wryly.

"Effortable," Keisha replied, scratching her back head that did not itch.

Aina nodded, and looked around. Looking for a seat he can sit.

A man waved his hand, the man Aina had seen in the Villa house where Keisha lived.

"That's your friend, right?" aina asked, pointing at the blond girly man who waved his hand at her.

Keisha turned his head, looking at Mirza with a julid look. "Yes. You want to sit next to a land crocodile?" the chirp, made Aina chuckle amusedly.

"Yes. Nuri just wants to go there. Like it's just that place that's empty." Aina turned to look at Fauzan who looked gravely jealous of the decision. "Again, Mas Fauzan did not forbid it. So I'm going there."

Fauzan snorted, looking at Aina with a sharp gaze, as if warning her.

"Yes, right, Mas? I'm the same Nuri didn't papa sit there, right?" aina asked, flirting with her husband.

"Ga-k bo-leh, baby!!" spelling Fauzan, staring sharply and with great emphasis.

Mirza (Keisha's Former Lover)

27 years! Company Director M. Keisha's ally, as well as the person most familiar with Keisha today.