HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
133. Blessing Marriage

The white wedding dress dangled long with the ends dragged following each step Hanaria climbed one by one each step with her father.

Hanaria had already made up her mind to decide to continue to complete all the wedding processions today until the end. Her mother and friends followed her from behind.

Two of Mexan's servants swiftly followed Hanaria from the back of her dress to keep her from getting caught by objects around the children - the steps passed by the bride.

The choir was immediately sung with a soft verse like a stream, when Hanaria was standing at the door of the church with her father and mother, as well as her closest friends.

The church building was crowded with attendees. They stood in their respective places, staring at the face of the bride who was still covered with a thin white veil.

All eyes stared at each step by step that looked graceful and calm according to the rhythm of the chorus played by the choirs and guides.

Behind his calm steps, actually Hanaria also felt a very groggy. Yes, even if everything he did was not based on love, but still, this sacred moment made him nervous.

He gripped tightly the arm of his father who was holding him to the altar, where the wedding blessing in front.

"Hana. Father will always pray for you, may your marriage blessing run smoothly. Hopefully, you and son Willy can bring your household ark to the final destination happily. And only death separates." Whispered Hanaria's father, he tried to console her beloved daughter's heart.

For a father, it is not easy to let go of his daughter, and entrust another man to take over the task of looking after his beloved daughter.

In his little heart, there was always hope, and his best prayer, from his daughter in his wife's womb, even now, and even until he closed his eyes later, he will always give all his best prayers for Hannaria, his beloved daughter.

The steps of Hanaria and her father finally came to a halt, when they were already on the dialtar and faced Willy who welcomed the two with the pastor standing next to him. The choir stopped singing.

Mr. Muri immediately let go of Hanaria's hand holding his arm, allowing Willy to change his position near his daughter. And he left the two brides-to-be dialtar with the pastor.

"The audience...... What I respect, whether among all of us present today, there are parties who object to the marriage of brother Willy Moranno Agatsa and sister Hanaria. If there is, please object to it for a reason that can be accounted for." Said the priest, as he spread his gaze to all the people who were still standing, crowding the room.

"If no one is suspending, then I declare. And all the ladies and gentlemen, bear witness to their marriage to be performed today."

"Girls are welcome to sit." The entire audience immediately occupied their seats.

"Sister Hanaria....... Are you ready to continue the wedding procession today?" Ask the pastor to make sure, as a condition that he must do so that nothing happens - things that are not desirable in the future.

"I'm ready......." Said Hanaria firmly.

"Well, thank you....." Sahut pak Reverend looked at Hanaria's face which was still covered with a thin veil that he was wearing. He then turned to look at Willy who was standing next to Hanaria.

"And you're Willy Moranno Agatsa's brother........" The pastor searched his words for a moment, his face a little hesitant while still staring fixedly at the face of the groom-to-be.

"Is your brother sick? Your face looks so pale?" The priest is still watching.

"I am... okay, pastor, just a little nervous, the fairies should give make-up on my face thicker like my future wife, this is, so that our faces are the same - look bright and shining." Said Willy trying to reduce his nervousness with his clothes.

Spontaneous all over the church was laughing, only this time the bride-to-be was so relaxed talking even though she was nervous. They do not know that the groom is the CEO of a large company, which is used to overcoming his nervousness in front of thousands of employees.

"Then..... Where are the fairies, please rearrange the make - up the bride and groom." Said the pastor seriously.

The fairy lady Mexan who was in the front corner immediately took the tools - makeup tools - up and prepared to approach Willy who was standing in front.

"No need for a priest..... Let's go on, I can't wait to change the status of being a husband. I've been patient enough to wait a few hours when my future wife is dressed." Willy continued his banter.

All the audience laughed again, the groom who they thought was quiet turned out to have a sense of humor as well.

The pastor just smiled faintly at Willy's words, amid his nervousness, the young man in front of him was still trying to melt the tense atmosphere in his marriage.

"Who's down on him, baby? I was silent a thousand languages when we got married first, did not dare to say anything other than answering what the pastor asked." Moranno whispered to Yurina who was sitting next to him.

"Obviously no other seed has entered my lap, other than yours my husband." Yurina whispered.

"Let's brother Willy and sister Hanaria, go straight to the altar of marriage blessing that has been provided." The pastor invited.

"Come, grab my arm, like you held your father's arm, Miss Hana....." Whisper Willy.

"No......" Hanaria said in a whispering voice.

"Have you never seen anyone get married? Or do you want to make your own rules? All right, if that's what you want..... You know that I don't like to repeat my words." Without further ado, Willy grabbed Hanaria's hand, and forced her to hold her arm, but Hanaria tried to shake Willy's hand which grabbed her.

A moment, there was a tug-of-war between Hanaria and Willy, in front of everyone. Making the two who became the center of attention of the audience reaped laughter.

Indeed there are things - unexpected things done by the bride and groom on their sacred day which is often witnessed by the church residents every time the wedding is done.

Both Hanaria's parents and Willy's men also smiled while shaking their heads at their children's behavior on the altar.

After realizing that they had become a laughing stock, Hanaria who had misbehaved finally gave up, she held Willy's arm while pinching him. But Willy did not respond to what Hanaria did to him, he thought it was enough to make Hanaria wrong before everyone, it made him happy and feel victorious.

The two then stepped together towards the altar of marriage blessing, the ripples of laughter of the audience were no longer heard.

The solemn atmosphere was again felt, all following calmly and orderly as the procession for the sake of the procession went on.

After the blessing of the marriage has been done by the priest, the embedding of the wedding ring pinned by Willy on Hanaria's ring finger while pledging the marriage promise.

Hanaria took off the T-shirt that Willy was wearing when it was her turn to pin the wedding ring on her husband's ring finger to check his wrist. Hanaria was relieved, that this time it was indeed Willy, as there was no birthmark on her right wrist.

"Why?" Willy asked looking at Hanaria's face.

"No. I just want to look at your finger." Sahut Hanaria reasoned.

He then put Willy's hand shirt back on and pinned his wedding ring while pledging his wedding vows.

"Brother Willy, it's time you could open your bride's veil." The pastor invited.

Willy moved himself one step further. For a moment he noticed Hanaria's face that was still hidden behind her thin white veil.

Desire - a subtle sigh felt in his heart. He raised his hand slowly, touched the tip of the thin veil with both hands, and revealed it with a heart and then tidied it behind Hanaria's bun.

The gaze of Hanaria and Willy clashed for a moment, until both of them were equally resuscitated by the voice of the priest.

"Brother Willy, you can give your first kiss to your bride." The pastor invited.

Willy refocused on Hanaria's face before him, the thumping was again felt. He brought his face closer, gently landing his kiss on the frozen Hanaria where he stood.

Both of them were the same - the same feeling of urination - a strange swish, Willy's touch on his forehead made Hanaria unconsciously enjoy it too.

In the next procession, both the groom and the woman sign the marriage certificate along with the witnesses who have been contacted before.

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