False Passion (Selfish Marriage)
23. Bridal Shirt

Benn brought Eril to the Irawan's Family hotel with a beautiful woman among them. Although Benn said it was better next time, but the Inca did not care about the reason to want to chat with the two old men back.

The mother had been waiting in a room that resembled an apartment and was the inside of the hotel.

"Hi, this is Inca,,?!" exclaim mama Donha. The Inca was the first face to be addressed by Benn's mother.

"Hi aunt,, miss yuuuu,,!" The Inca retaliated and hugged his mother Benn. They embrace very closely.

But Benn's mother's eyes were looking at Eril and realized that his son did not just come with the woman who was embracing his hug.

"Eh..Eril..?!" greet mama Donha. The Inca's embrace was slowly released.

The sweet girl beside Benn smiled very sweetly by stalling her hand. The mother welcomed, Eril kissed the hand of the future-in-law respectfully and politely.

"Have you guys eaten?" ask mama Donha. His eyes looked at Eril and Inca with a smile then a glance at Benn.

"Already, ma," said the Incas and Benn almost simultaneously. Eril smiled and just nodded.

"How did you come three? Aren't you in Paris, Inca,,?" ask mama Donha can not save her taste.

"Ma, we'd better try on the shirt. I want a quick break. Tomorrow we'll be very busy, ma," said Benn quickly. Didn't want her to drown in long conversations with the Incas.

"All right, let's just go inside," asked Mama Donha by looking at the Inca and Eril alternately.

The Inca quickly followed Mama Donha into the room. They have walked together.

Eril felt uneasy and hesitant, turning to Benn next door who was also looking at him. That handsome face was slightly smiling.

"Why,,? Feel there is a rival? Calm down, what I'm going to marry is you, not him. Go,,,!" Benn approached quickly and patted the beautiful back of Eril firmly half-pushed him.

"Oh, Benn,,!" Eril walked over, avoiding Benn's ignorant hand.

"I just fantasized that suddenly you changed your mind and married her. And I can leave without changing your money back, Benn," Eril whispered to Benn by slowing his pace.

"Don't expect,,!" benn said in a reasonable voice.

"Are you an abnormal man, she's perfectly beautiful. You can marry her forever, not just temporarily," whispered Eril in a persuasive tone.

"He's no longer ori, it's already from there. I'm not the first one" Benn said quickly. This time it was just as whispering as Eril.

"Ish, you're Benn. It's not in our contract points" Eril continued to whisper. They are walking very slowly and look close by whispering to each other

"I'll change it,,!" hiss Benn in Eril's ear.

"Benn,,?!" eril whispered. This time it stopped and turned around to look at Benn fixedly. And unreadable, whether it's a view of refusing or even willing.

"I'm kidding," said Benn by bringing his face closer to the sweet face at a glance. His hands again patted his back firmly, until Eril turned around and stepped forward again.

Mama Donha and the Incas were a little far ahead. They did not care about the whisper of the obrol from the bride-to-be in the back, because the two were also seen chatting.

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"Well...Benn's. You're really getting married.. You look handsome and dashing, naak," said the mother, looking at her only son.

There was a sad tone to his voice of praise. Of course Benn is very understanding with the intention of his mother's sad tone. Although seemingly indifferent, Benn was quite sensitive to his dysfunctional pain.

Benn embraced his mother and bowed slightly.

"I'll heal, mom, just calm down. Keep praying for your son, ma," said Benn whispering in his ear.

Hearing Benn saying excitedly and sounding confident, the mama was shocked. This is much different from the aura of Benn's speech when he reported his pain a few days ago. Benn looked tired, resigned and away from the spirit.

My mother's face was so happy and hopeful. Staring at his son with sparkling eyes.

"Benn, you promise,,?" asked my mother with teary eyes.

"Promise, ma.. Pray," said Benn very softly. Glanced at the Inca who continued to stand and was astonished to observe.

"Of course, your mama will continue to pray, Benn," said Donha, hugging her beloved son.

Cheats,,!

Those who had momentarily forgotten were waiting for the opening of the door of the room that was still closed, now moved in unison turning their heads.

The woman who had a simple appearance, was now waltzing out through the door of the room. It was no longer simple, but it had changed to rival the figure of the goddesses as it descended to earth.

The young mother who always dressed modestly and not an open model every day, is now wrapped in a wedding dress with a model that does not close. Subordinate batik motif but with white and open kebaya tops. The young mother's chest was open and looked to be splitting quite deeply.

Eril stepped in with two boutique clerks and stopped in front of Benn and his mother. Although her face was still that one and there was no makeup yet. The crazy body that was being plastered made Mama Donha look amazed at her prospective daughter-in-law.

"Oh, Beeeenn... Your future wife has not been given any makeup and only dress the bride yes.." murmured the mother. Not wanting to praise Benn's future wife excessively, there was the heart of another woman he still remembered. Yes, the Incas are still there with them.

The others were busy looking at Eril with a body print that clearly saw his curves, Benn was busy throwing his gaze and adjusting his chest gulp. Trying to hit something he has not felt for a long time. Feeling the blood in his heart flow more.

But just to that extent, there was no other reaction in his body. Hope will respond more silently, still in vain. And make Benn again disappointed and tormented pain in his head. But trying to survive.

"Ma, Eril, don't give me that shirt. A cover-up, ma," said Benn suddenly.

My mom looked at Benn. The white face looked pias and faintly reddened. I understand his son's intentions.

"Yes, Benn, mama knows. Don't worry, the stock of other options they carry is pretty much." Welcome mom Donha smile.

Eril looked at Benn with a feeling of embarrassment. The man's eyes looked back sharply at the skinning. It feels so uncomfortable, aware of the model kebaya modern extraordinary open. Eril turned his body around looking at the two boutique employees. And they understand the conversation of the groom to his mother.

The bride-to-be was brought back into the room. Selecting the dress as desired by the groom. White wedding dress with a more polite and closed model.

Besides not wanting if the wife looks vulgar and will be a spectacle of many people, Benn also does not want himself to be tortured longer.

The old feelings do not arise and are not possessed, suddenly come and feel. But really disappointed and tortured. That sense of desire that comes in doesn't respond to anything down there.