Dream Wedding
As usual

...~Crying......

...If it calms you, weep as loud as your sorrow and disappointment. Crying is a sign that we are even stronger than you think...

...Then, smile to ease your pills, it'll be better....

...Because, rain does not fall gray clouds replaced by Rainbow~...

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Two weeks have passed since the fact and insinuating events that took place at her in-laws' house. Dian never said what he was going through at the time. The beautiful woman was afraid that her household would fall apart just because she complained so often.

Let Dian keep everything to herself, after all she is also used to it. From the past, Dian had always relented while in the orphanage. The woman never really felt she had something she had because everything had to be shared.

This afternoon Dian did not open the shop. Ingredients for sale run out, inevitably Dian had to buy the ingredients again.

After the market, apparently the market closed because it was too muddy and some substations were damaged by wind and rain overnight. Dian also decided to go to the supermarket, although the ingredients there were not fresh. But want how else Dian still haru selling, right.

After buying all her necessities, Dian came out of the supermarket. The hijab-wearing woman who has always been the center of attention because her face is like a walking Barbie was about to cross the road to look for public transportation.

Across the street is a cafe. Dian lowered her head to the front of the cafe, there is easier to stop public transportation.

However, Dian's steps stopped at the zebra cross when he saw the scenery behind the glass cafe.

Degs...

" M. Mas Malik." Sleek Dian. His knees were limp, his chest was beating so fast, his eyes were heating up to see the husband he loved being with a woman.

Where her husband's hand tightly grasped the hand of the beautiful woman with a sweet smile. The two looked very harmonious like lovers. Dian couldn't see the woman's face because she had turned her back on the window.

Dian pegged in place. His mind was empty. Her chest rumbled to immediately approach her Husband and look for an explanation, but bad thoughts struck.

What if the guess is right? What he's gonna do.

Until suddenly..

Tit..

Tit..

Tit..

" Mom, beware mbak.don't move! " Strigger some riders. Red light has evolved into a green light.

Dian realized "ah. sorry.. I'm sorry." Immediately ran to the side of the road, right on the side of the cafe. He deliberately wanted to look further.

" Mas Malik can't be 'mas.." he said again in a very sad voice. It looks how her husband kissed the back of the hand of a beautiful woman who knows who it is.

Dian tried to call her husband, and see if her husband was honest or not. First connection, not lifted. Malik only saw a glimpse of his cellphone and did not lift and then returned to chatting with the woman.

Once again Dian called. Already from earlier the beautiful woman clasped her cellphone tightly, why did her husband not lift and even cool with other women?

Across the view Malik growled and then say goodbye to the woman who has the hair of the boat. Malik slightly moved away and picked up his phone

" Assalamu'alaikum deck." A soft voice sounded from across. Dian had almost cried but tried to be strong.

" Wa'alaikum hail, mas."

" What's the Deck? Tumben called."

" No, Dian just wanted to ask. Later mas want what masakin, let Dian buy the ingredients first."

Malik can be seen flipping over and looking at the woman he was with and then throwing a smile "Well cool. But sorry deck, looks like it'll be overtime, so can't have dinner together." Very good acting

" well... What do you eat dong? Do not eat carelessly loh mas. Or what if later Dian went to the office mas.__" had not had time to finish his words.

" No need for deck. Then buy it outside the end, hygenis really." Cut Malik looks panicked inside the cafe but from the tone of voice Very calm.

After a few short conversations, they ended the phone call

Again Dian felt tightness when she saw her husband back sitting. Now she sits beside the woman, and is seen the woman embracing Malik's arm and kissing her husband's cheek.

Not wanting to drag on, Dian immediately took a cellphone and photographed the incident that made his chest hurt. After that, he immediately sauntered from there.

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It was almost midnight, but Malik did not go home. Dian was very worried. What if Malik cheated? Or what if Malik is going through something dangerous right now?

Sitting in the living room, Dian tried to call her husband.

Tut. tut's..

" Yes, Assalamu'alaikum deck." This time only a few sounds were finally answered

" Wa'alaikum salam mas. Is it still a long time overtime? "

" Maybe. It's only tomorrow I can go back to the deck." Sounds very disappointed across

" Emm have you eaten? "

" Yes. Did you eat yourself? "

Dian nodded "Udah mas. Oh well mas, it was noon time to do it."

The one across was silent "Why deck? Well, it's gotta be work. It was just in the office."

Degs...

Really now Dian's heart seems squeezed. It hurts. It hurts.. " Aren't you. Just curious about doang. Yaudah mas, Dian wants to sleep first." His voice was a little vibrating, the hand that held the phone was as if it had no power to hold.

" Yes Assalamu'alaikum."

" Hmm, Wa'alaikum greetings." His hands seemed limp, the phone that had nothing wrong was falling free on the sofa.

" Why..why are you lying to Dian? Hiks.is actually what Diann is lacking... " At last the crying that from noon he could stand spilling too.

He was disappointed, desperate. Her dream wedding seemed to collapse just like that with a little shock. Dian was crying in silence, her chest was very tight.

Bug. bugs..

Banging on the chest that is very painful feels "Pain... Why are you so bad hiks.. hiks.." can not harden the cry because his house inside the complex is afraid later the neighbors hear his cry.

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Slowly Dian opened her eyes, it was very heavy for her eyes to open. He woke up and looked around. Apparently Dian fell asleep on the living room couch. Even the clothes had not been replaced, the veil was still attached to the head.

" Ah.. My head hurts.." It's very difficult to open my eyes, sure her eyes are swollen already crying.

Dian walked into the room. Ah apparently he fell asleep on the living room sofa because he was tired of crying. There was the sound of the morning Adhan.

Dianra slowly got up then checked out. How shocked Dian was when the door of the house apparently was not locked. Thankfully, no thieves came in.

Outside there was no sign of Malik's motorbike, meaning her husband really did not come home. With lethargic steps Dian gontai entered the room for tadpoles then morning prayers.

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The clock shows 9 o'clock, the sound of the motor is heard from outside. Dianra who was accidentally not in the stall came out to see her husband coming.

" Eh.. not to the deck stall? " Malik cried when he was about to enter he saw his wife was already at the door with a sweet smile as usual.

Dian tried to be relaxed and as usual "Assalamu'alaikum mas." Kiss Malik's right hand

As usual, Malik kissed Dian's forehead "Wa'alaikum greeting." Kiss that always makes happy, somehow now as if Dian is reluctant to accept the kiss.

" In mas, Dian already ready for my favorite food." Like nothing ever happened, Dian carried Malik's bag inside

Malik smiled "Hoaaammm don't need to deck, I'm tired of wanting to sleep." Then he shouted straight into the room.

Dian followed from behind. Looking at her husband's strapping back nanar she once thought the back was the back where shelter, but now it's all collapsed. A back that will always hurt Dian

Malik instantly laid his body on the bed, looking so exhausted. He only works with women who are not mahrams.

As usual, Dian chuckled at the husband's behavior. Trying to cover up the sadness of "Mas open his shirt first. Let Dian wash this."

" Bukain deck." Blindfold. Dian let out a long sigh, then opened Malik's shirt a little hard.

Then, take it to the washing machine in the kitchen.

Degs..

Dian's tears came down again, she saw the lipstick mark on the shirt collar and the shirt chest. Smelled another perfume from that shirt

" Oh, God..." Covering his face with the white shirt, his voice trembled. Nah! His whole body trembled, his heart ached as if it was about to break

" What exactly makes you like this. hiks.."

" If you're not satisfied with me, say you, let's talk about it." Although actually Dianra does not want her marriage to be destroyed just like that. Especially if only against an actor who is not her husband's mahram at all, Dian sure can still face her.

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