FORCED CHEATING
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This part we go back to the event, yes …
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At Azad and Jane's wedding reception party,
Mr. Alatas and Mirza walked towards the pelaminan, of course they did not know there were three pairs of eyes that could not be seen watching with a look of shock in disbelief.
Mirza still did not realize around, did not know who was standing happily on the throne of the king and queen a day who was busy receiving congratulations from the invited guests were Azad and Jane. There were actually so many photos of the two brides from the moment they entered the ballroom, but Mirza wasn't too excited about it.
Steps are getting closer, it is Mr. Alatas' turn to congratulate him. The view of the two brides was quite surprising to see the arrival of Mr. Alatas, although they did invite the Great Lord but did not expect Mr. Alatas would take the time to be present on their happy day. And the surprise became dozens of times they felt afraid to realize the figure standing behind Mr. Alatas wheelchair was Mirza. The same expression was addressed to Mirza when she met Azad and Jane.
“Mas Mirza?” Azad muttered with a mixed astonished look of surprise.
“Master, you and Mas Mirza –“ Jane can not continue the sentence so surprise.
Mr. Alatas who did not know the history of their introduction immediately looked back, looking at Mirza full of question marks.
“We already know each other,” said Mirza tried as calmly as possible although clearly he could not hide his rhythmic heartbeat. “I didn't know that Tuan would take me to their reception party,” Mirza continued.
Despite the intense heat, Mr. Alatas remained flat. His gaze shifted on the two brides standing rigidly in front of him, he continued to congratulate Azad and Jane.
“Master, thank you very much yes,” Jane smiled warmly in response.
Take out a square box from behind his suit pocket.
“What is this, Mister?” Jane asked in surprise after receiving it.
“Open,” Tell Mr. Alatas.
Both of Jane's eyes almost jumped, covering her mouth open with her right palm to make Azad come see what was in the box.
A car key, “Master, this is –“ Jane should mix happily not to think Mr. Alatas will give him attention to such extent.
“Is this not too much, Mister?” connect Azad.
“Jane was once part of my family business, it was fitting that he got it,” said Mr. Alatas. “Again I only give him a car, nothing compared to the services and hard work he has given,” continued Mr. Alatas lightly.
“But this luxury car –“
“I don't accept rejection,” trim Jane's greeting. “And you,” stare at Azad. “Never hurt him, if you don't want to regret for the rest of your life.”
Instead of being offended, angry or something, Azad smiled. “That sounds more like a threat than advice.” Grabbing the waist of a woman who had just legitimately become his wife was “ nor will I let anyone shake his love.”
The cup!
A brief kiss landed Azad on Jane's forehead. Mr. Alatas pulled a little corner of his upper lip then signaled to Mirza to take him down from the guarantee because it was seen waiting in line for other guests to congratulate him.
A curious look led Ramzi to walk closer to his father.
“Kak, where are you going?” Sofi pulls Ramzi's arm.
Not saying, Sofi seemed reluctant to follow the husband. Moreover, he had witnessed the scene of Jane's happiness that received a gift from his father-in-law who hated him so much. Although Sofi did not know what the contents of the gift box were, but by looking at Jane's happy expression, it must have been very valuable.
Mr. Alatas seems to stop at a table reserved for invited guests, Mirza is asking if the Master wants something.
Ramzi slowed his pace while mentally preparing to meet the father while still under Sofi's supervision from a distance. Other than Haji Barkah, he seemed busy with his phone. He did not want to lose this precious moment.
“Astaghfirullah, where are you, Jaka?” muttering a little annoyed because the phone never lifted by Om Jaka. Not giving up, Pak Haji also tried to contact Denaya, but the results were the same. There's no answer.
At the same hotel as Azad's reception, Om Jaka had just walked out of his room. Om Jaka turned out to be hassles carrying two large gifts with both hands.
“Hani, we should have asked people to bring all this,” protests Om Jaka.
“Udah deh, do not need to bring,” tidying up the bandana worn by Amara.
“Iya but you make my appearance damaged, the time has been wearing a neat suit tell bring a gift as big as gaban gini? Like a flick of a gas stove tau, don't you?” Om Om Jaka. “Lagian si Via also take part in the crazy idea you give start gift everything?”
The other one appeared immediately. Via room stay next to Denaya room. Via looks beautiful with his long dress to make Om Jaka gawk.
“Why Om, how do I like it?” Via so salting.
“Elu why use this grass? mo want to eat goats? ” turned out not the appearance of Via that made Om Jaka salfok, but a bunch of flower clusters in the hands of Via.
“Eh, this is –not know, the Njum who rumbles,” looks at Friday who just nongol from the room by holding Nala. “Says for girl bride,” connect Via with plain face.
“Why, Ma'am?” Jumilah.
“Taroh, there! Shameful to the marriage of the rich man brought soan flowers,” Om Jaka nagged again before Via explained it to Jumilah.
“Eh, do not carelessly Om. This is an expensive flower, Njum buy in front of sono hotel, the price is 15 rebu!” Jumilah doesn't take it.
“Taroh, don't you come!” Om Jaka was a little threatening to Jumilah.
“Bebeb, justin anyway. Why use so-called flower storm?” He was also surprised by the behavior of his husband.
“Tau nih Om Jaka,” Friday pursed his lips. “This is a Njum gift for Ms. Jane.”
“Udah ah, ayok spout!” Denaya groped her husband's arm, “I already laper want to eat,tau!”
“Propay dong, Han!” little bitterness.
They headed to the ballroom by elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, the atmosphere was already a lot and then the invited guests, the music was heard. Om Jaka walked at the back, lucky they had reached the reception table so that Om Jaka could be immediately free from his burden. Put two large gifts containing household and cooking utensils on the table while Via is filling the guest book list.
“Mbak, the food is delicious, Njum can take it home no?” Whisper Jumilah on Via.
Just contact Via directly glared sharply, “don't be shy!” his mummy.
“Udah, Vi?” Ask Denaya.
Nodding, “beres.”
“Ya already yok, we want to find the bride first what would you like to eat first nih?” It seems like a real laper.
“Eat first, Mbak.” Jumilah shakes the spirit.
Denaya immediately agreed, “Bebeb!” pull Om Jaka.
“Bentaya, Han. This is from my phone geter mulu, who the hell is calling? Don't know what other people are doing?” took his phone out of his pocket. “Dad?” little haren knows his father-in-law called.
“Oh, I must have been here waiting for us, Beb,” said Denaya then wildly looking for the figure of Haji Barkah. “You did last time use a debate first!” glancing annoyed at the husband.
“You guys go first, you want to eat first right? I want to call dad first,” hurry out of the room because the atmosphere is very crowded.
“Yeah, why go anyway? What if you say dong?”
Via nyengir inexhaustible, “alah no need to worry, if Om Jaka just find it instead,” chapped Via.
“Ish, you Vi! My husband is a limited edition!”
“Yes already, we eat first, he said you laper?” immediately holding Denaya's arm.
Via, Denaya, and Jumilah immediately mingled with the other invited guests. Lucky baby Nala and Amara are not fussy, their rest is quite so not disturbed by the atmosphere of the party is very crowded.
On the other side of the room, Ramzi had already reached Mr. Alatas' desk.
“Papa,” call Ramzi ogre.
The one who was summoned instantly turned his head, of course with his cold expression. Mr. Alatas did not seem surprised in the slightest, he might have calculated that he would meet with Ramzi because Azad was indeed the sister-in-law of his only child.
“How are you, Pa?” ramzi's voice trembled slightly, he saw the father's condition was not too good. The question seemed to be just a stale.
Mirza, who had been holding her breath, felt relieved to get out of this tense situation.
“Wait, Pa,” Ramzi is half begging, he sits in the chair next to his father, while Mirza is still standing behind the Master. “Pa, forgive me –“
Not saying, Mr. Alatas seemed reluctant to see Ramzi's face.
“Pa, I don't know if Papa is like this,” Ramzi said regretfully. He really did not think the condition of his father was worse than he thought. If only he had known, he would have visited her a long time ago.
“Pa, I am guilty. I'm not a good boy,” Ramzi's eyes start to condense.
Not flinching a bit, it seems that Mr. Alatas has paid attention to both hearing. Ramzi felt more guilty.
“Papa –“ tried to reach the hand of the father, but Mr. Alatas quickly avoided him making Ramzi hit to feel no longer appreciated as a child, his heart really sore.
Nodding trying to toughen up by holding the clear circle not to drip down, however this happy atmosphere of his sister-in-law's marriage, it does not seem appropriate if he looks sad. “Good Pa, it's okay if Papa won't forgive me,” Ramzi said full of bitterness.
Mirza's heart also melos listening to Ramzi's words, as if he felt the burden of the heart that was being borne by Ramzi. Is this what it feels like when parents don't want to forgive their children's mistakes? Let alone to say, even seeing his face seemed to be unwilling. Would he suffer the same fate if one day he rested on the feet of his mother to apologize for all his fatal mistakes that had gone away just like that?
“Mirza,” Ramzi's voice made Mirza sober from her mind.
Not only Mirza who was shocked, but Mr. Alatas also successfully turned his head to surprise.
“How can you be with Papa?” the question had just been thrown from Ramzi's mouth, but he had been curious since seeing his Papa and Ramzi entering the ballroom earlier.
“I take care of your Papa,” said Mirza remained calm even though he knew from the change in the face of the Master, there will be big questions thrown for him.
Ramzi commented a smile, “thank God, I trust you. Please take good care of Papa.”
“Sure,” nodded for sure.
“You know each other?” glide the question that Mirza was worried about.
Mirza did not know where to start explaining it from, not to mention wondering why her Master was able to know Azad and Jane, now has increased the sense of wonder and other curiosity that appeared in the mind of the Great Lord.
“He who helped Sofi in her difficult times.”
Ramzi's words are like a deadly bullet for Mirza.how he has tried to cover it all this time, it was revealed with just one word.
The face of Tauan Alatas was very tense, Mirza was quite pias made but then a noisy sound melted the tense atmosphere between the three.
“Za! You still alive? I thought you were killed by pesut fish!” suddenly Om Jaka appeared clutching Mirza's back makes him almost fainted so shocked to see the appearance of the Om somplak who did not know where.
“Om Jaka?” after recovering from his shock.
“Yes, it's me! Wherever you go, do not tell me, go diem-diem, already like a virgin child asking for marriage not approved by his father, do not you know?!” Om Jaka nags non-stop.
The series of sentences by sentence Om Jaka increasingly muddy the mood of Mr. Alatas, it turns out Mirza saves a lot of things that he deliberately covers.
“Mirza, can we go now?” the sarcastic question surprised everyone.
“Eh, ntar first!” hold Om Jaka. “Elu can't go, you should meet your son bini you!”
Closed instantly, “Vi –a is here?” muttering in disbelief.
Om Jaka was impatient, he had agreed to work with his father-in-law. He found Mirza, Haji Barkah who was looking for Via.
“Huh, where the hell are the mothers of fizz? My surprise, if you have met food definitely on hilaf!” grumbling annoyed.
“Om, is Via here?” Mirza repeated the question.
“Iya! Why, you don't want to meet?” accuse Om Jaka of being fierce. “Don't be your coward, tau no bini you're almost crazy think you. He already wants to join the show of people in tipi tau, so confused I have to go to you where?” Om Jaka is deliberately hyperbole. “From everywhere no idea even more delicious condo, basic suwek lu!” spray Om Jaka getting upset.
Mirza accepts all charges. He's a coward, a real loser. His heart was filled with uncertain thump now. The figure of the woman he loved so much was here. He did not expect to meet his wife in such an atmosphere. Amidst the feeling of Mirza who made a bad shake, Mr. Aalats looks increasingly riled up to make Ramzi feel had to do something.
“Let me drop off if Papa wants to go home now,” offer.
“No need,” ketus the Papa.
Immediately Ramzi was disappointed, his good intentions were rejected outright, even though he knew his papa was already uncomfortable.
“As if Pa, Mirza might be a little longer here because –“
“No need to arrange me, I don't need your help!”
“Well, then I'll ask Gerald to pick up Papa,” reached into his suit pocket intending to pick up the phone to call Gerald.
“I don't need anything from you, so don't be so considerate!” the sarcastic Mr. Alatas with a sharp success made everything turn to look at him.
“Pa, I just don't want Papa exhausted, Papa is sick right?” Ramzi kekeh's.
“What are you? What do you care?”
Ramzi stunned, “apa Papa no longer consider me a child again?”
The drama is now taking place between father and son. Om Jaka who does not know the ins and outs of his case, can only come to look at it with a million question marks.
“Since you decided to leave, you are not my son anymore!” Tandas Mr. Alatas.
“Master, well let me drive you home now,” Mirza intervenes to mediate the war between father and son.
“Za, you want to go now?” Om Jaka was disappointed.
“Om, I have to take Mr. Alatas home. Because this is my responsibility.”
“Iya, but Via sama Nala later –“
“Om Jaka does not go home right?” cut Mirza. “Later the night I came here again.”
“Ntar malem party has disbanded! You think I'm a decorator, would you like to be put on a buffet table?” Om Jaka is upset.
Mirza kept asking for understanding, “Om, please understand, I am now working with Mr. Alatas. So I take full responsibility for his health, I have to drive him home now.”
Not to say, Om Jaka was really disappointed but also the hiccups why the Via belom nongol as well. But Om Jaka could not do anything, moreover he saw the gloomy face of Mr. Alatas, finally Om Jaka could only resignedly let the nephew go by pushing the wheelchair Mr. Alatas.
Their steps further away, extinct already hope Om Jaka to bring Mirza with Via.
“Mas Mirza!”
The voice was so familiar, amidst the festive excitement in her footsteps that almost reached the ballroom exit, Mirza heard someone calling her.
Instantly stopping his steps, turned his head slowly.
Shadows yes, this is a slow motion scene, wwkwkwk…. 🤭🤭
Walk towards Mirza. Among the more crowded guest traffic, Mirza looked for the voice owner who was missed so much.
Tap tap tap
As Via got closer, Mirza turned around completely. He really felt that this was not a dream, half of his soul was now in front of him. They stood as though stiff to reach each other, even though their lips did not speak, but the view of the two clearly implied a very deep longing.
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