Don't Call My Name
Romance Wedding 1

Cici had just walked out of the police station after being questioned for several hours. His butt felt numb because he sat too long.

Not only that, he was also asked to cooperate in the case of search Facade. To report if he meets or contacts her.

Cici closed the door of the house tightly, then leaned her back behind the door. At that moment her tears flowed into the river. Lamenting the misfortune of his life that momentarily changed, ever since he chose to accept the proposal of the Facade which was first just an ordinary friend.

“I'm sorry, Zar ..”

Cici felt guilty to Zara for being a spy and leaked all her secrets to the Facade. Though he defended, only limited to male models like that.

Whether the privileges and advantages of what the Facade has, so easily Cici lulled by his appeal. Even willing to serve her like a wife to her husband.

Cici can hardly tell the difference, is he who has been very longing for marriage, or is it really love?

Fasad just said he was interested and wanted to marry her. Cici was just a stupid woman who of course believed there was a serious man like her. Because he believes a good man, will not ask her out.

But what did he get after that?

It turns out he swallowed salt.

Fasad married her for wanting revenge with Miranda through her. To make Zara hurt because the people closest to her betrayed her. Which automatically, can make Miranda also suffer.

“But unfortunately your plan makes Miranda regret it has failed because what happened was quite the opposite. Finally ... You are angry with everyone and you hate yourself. Ah, Yes, Lord .. Why should I put my heart on a mentally ill person like him?

“Omong-by the way about getting married, can we still have them do the wedding?”

The wedding date is four days away. But the Facade is in big trouble. Where Fasad is now, Cici has no idea.

Thinking about it made Cici even more of a headache.

“I have to apologize to Zara about this incident.”

Then, Cici also ventured to type a message.

Cici: hi Zara....

Cici: happy new life. Hopefully samawa.

Cici: I said from here because you didn't invite me to your wedding. But this morning, we came, really. Fasad says he just wants to see you happy.

Cici: although I know, my arrival with Facad even made the atmosphere so chaotic. He was emotional because he might not be able to control his emotions. I promised you, didn't I? To change it, treat it until he recovers. Yes, he should not roam freely because it can endanger others. But you know, how's the guy? The stubborn facade.

I promise this incident will never happen again anywhere. I am alone and on behalf of the Facade, I apologize profusely, for almost making your marriage void. May Rayyan be well and please pray that the Facade is quickly found. So that he can return to his treatment.

Zara: happy once again, Zar.

Cici: may the kindness of your heart make you change your mind to retract this report. Poor, Zar. Sick facade. He's not like us in general and you know that.

Torture: thank u. Hopefully our cooperation can continue and remain professional.

The GH Hotel.

Zara heard her phone ring a few times. He who just entered his room unit immediately opened the bag to remove the object.

“Eight messages,” his murmur staring at the screen. But once he saw the name of the Sender, he immediately closed it back. “Males, ah.”

“Hayo, from whom?” ray asked suspiciously.

“Not important.”

“What's more important?”

“Which is more important change clothes now, we have not prayed ashar.” Zara sat in front of the mirror to remove her veil without hesitation let alone embarrassment. Ray's never seen one before.

Ray stood behind him to watch his wife more closely. He commented at the time that Zara's hair was free. “Your hair is still the same, kirain turns yellow.”

“Ngaco, ih,” kekeh Zara, she let Rayyan strok and ruffle her fine hair randomly. While she remains focused on removing her makeup with a cleaning cotton swab.

“Do you know, what do I first want to do after ijab kabul?”

“Selebration?”

“Betul, but by hugging you. Unfortunately I can't. Many people who mengeliatin we continue.”

“Now you can.”

Ray hugged her from behind. Then kissed his head repeatedly. “Honey very same this one.”

Zara could not hide her smile. No need to wait until it is finished, he immediately threw a cotton swab, then stood back up to be able to hug her perfectly.

A long silence paused the conversation of the two of them. There is no more movement than embracing a sense of comfort that is never second to none.

“Sorry to have left you too long,” Rayyan rubbed Zara's back and said, “I was carried away with emotion when I heard you were exposed to prostitution. I'm really angry, Ra. I didn't realize that anger was caused by jealousy. I loved you from that moment.”

“For God's sake, I never did..” Zara stretched out a hug to see Ray's bead and let herself get lost there, “I can prove that I'm still holy.”

Ray smiles in relief, “Ya, I trust.”

“If you say believe, I have to explain everything.”

Zara explained that she was framed because many people did not like her. Very reasonable. For he was rising up in his day and making them they were outmatched.

“Their goals did work. My career and big name were ruined at that time. But that's not what I mourn, Ray. I don't care. Because what hurts more is your rejection.”

Rayyan just nodded. The man said nothing but landed a kiss on his forehead. A gesture to signify that Zara is hers entirely.

The two first perform the prayer ashar congregation. Before then unravel tired with the beds for a moment while waiting for Maghrib time to arrive.

“Your leg still hurts?” Ray broke the silence as they were inside the same blanket. Watching television that was showing the news of their marriage.

“Ngak,” Zara replied. His eyes focused on the screen with a sharp. “News ginian cepet really spread.”

Suddenly Ray pulls the TV remote from Zara's hand to turn it off.

Zara turned her head and voiced out a protest, “I haven't finished watching itaa!”

“Mending time to use for rest.”

“Yakin?” Zara looked at him full of sightseeing.

“Actually less sure.”

Ray uncovers a blanket that covers Zara's body down to the bottom of her chin.

“Cold atuh, Akang!” Zara tries to grab her blanket, but finds it difficult because Ray is holding her back.

Um. Actually the reason is not that. Only, he was still embarrassed to show his open clothes in front of people, after over a year he closed perfectly.

“Mau view.”

“Let's go, deh. Herein the blanket.”

“Yes, but now make an angel tea first. I'm thirsty, want a sweet-sweet,” Ray berkilah, “later can sleep again wear this.” Ray pointed at the blanket, immediately he used a postulate before Zara denied it, “Rejecting the husband's orders is sin.”

Afraid of being cursed by angels, Zara finally relented and moved on. It was seen that he was about to reach for Rayyan's holster located at the end of the bed, but pulled too and hidden Ray behind his back.

“Kok, so?” the bolster pillow floated almost about his body if Ray did not immediately catch.

“Salah herself wear a ginian dress during the day!”

“Cepet make!”

Zara's face gripped. Very sincerely, he plugged in an electric kettle to carry out the Young Master's orders.

And curiosity Rayyan now answered already because what is now hidden plastered clearly in front of the eyes.

Dress on the knees brownish color it managed to expose the indentation of the chest, waist to the knees are white clean without stains.

Zara is really smart to take care of herself and the sensuality side that only she presents to herself.

“Is your head still hurting?”

I don't know how long Ray's been staring, knowing that Zara is by his side now. Put the tea on the nightstand.

“Which head?” Ray answered with a question.

Zara laughs. Ampyun, how many heads does he have?

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