I'm Not an Old Virgin
Bonus Again

Now it's like this and Azira knows that she can't bring it all back again. He also realized what he did had great consequences if found. Maybe he should be kicked out of this house, well this is the best. And fatal if they were all very angry then it is likely that Azira will deal with the legal apparatus.

Well, evil deeds like this are certainly not acceptable to everyone.

But when his mother used to be treated like this no one was angry, why?

Though his mother also has a heart and must feel disappointed if the couple along with other women.

Glancing at the tightly shut bathroom door, there was a big secret that Azira had just hidden. Unfortunately it could not be locked from the outside or if it could, maybe Azira would not feel this sweet.

"Humaira-lho, Azira how come you're not here?" Bibi Sifa was puzzled when she entered the room she did not find Azira. Even before he came out, he had advised Azira to accompany Humaira here as long as he and Bibi Safa took care of something below.

Pounding softly, Azira's head slightly descended to hide her nervousness. Right now anything can happen if Aunt Sifa intends to reveal her hood, but fortunately this family has a strange habit. No one would open it except for her husband.

Well, the second thing that is scary is the bathroom that is here. It was the place Azira was most frightening at the moment, it was almost as if she was not breathing every time she looked at that place.

"She.he got out last time Aunty." Azira answered giving an excuse, trying to control her voice as little as possible.

Aunt Sifa frowned in surprise at Humaira's unusual voice, but nervousness might have made her niece's guts small. Well, at least that's what he's thinking right now.

"You don't get too nervous because you might pass out if you can't control it." Said Aunt Sifa jokingly, teasing her niece who currently looked tense.

But well, it is only natural that every bride is nervous on her wedding day. Because this is a once-in-a-lifetime moment and can not be repeated twice again, unless well.if looking for a new partner again.

But strangely enough, their family no one ever divorced or looking for another partner after marriage. They will surely be faithful to one marriage that they believe to be once in a lifetime.

"I'll try." Azira said squeakingly, even her hands were now wet inside. This feeling was too stressful, ah!

Smiling understandably, Aunt Sifa no longer wanted to tease her nephew because after being noticed earlier Humaira instead of feeling calm even more tense. So on second thought it's better to just shut up than say weird things.

"Oh, yeah Auntie forgot to tell me that Mama you can't come here to accompany you. Later when you go downstairs she's new who takes over you from Auntie so you don't have to worry, okay?" Later when the agreement he and Bibi Safa lead Humaira down and greeted with Mama Humaira. Under Mama would take over Humaira and lead Humaira to the place of agreement, so it was actually quite easy.

Azira who again had to make a sound, but because he could no longer make more suspicions then he could only nod obediently, silence was the best choice if he did not want his plan to fail.

"Yes, while waiting for Bibi Safa came Bibi to go to the toilet first. You also if you need anything, just talk to Auntie to let everything go well."

Deg

Seated Azira straight up, he felt a terrifying cold feeling slowly draining his back. Unknowingly both of his eyes were staring at Aunt Sifa who was already walking leisurely towards the bathroom, he wanted to stop her but his voice was even more suspicious.

Azira is confused as to what she should do to stop Aunt Sifa. Nah! Can't, Aunt Sifa is getting too close

Cklacks

"Sifa, we should get down immediately because the others are already waiting for the bride below." Suddenly a rescue voice interrupted Aunt Sifa's hand that was about to touch the bathroom doorknob.

"Astagfirullah, why didn't you call me earlier?" Panicked Aunt Sifa while bringing her steps back closer to Azira who could already breathe a sigh of relief.

His back could already feel relaxed now and even his two hands were no longer squeezing each other.

It's good, he thought.

"No need to panic, just relax." Remember Aunt Safa as she approached Azira and Aunt Sifa.

She slowly helps Azira stand up from her seat and tidying up the dress fabric that Azira could accidentally step on so that she ends up tripping, things like this are not something unusual on the wedding day. Due to nervousness the bride sometimes cannot pay attention to her steps and ends up tripping over her own dress.

"If you panic then the one who will panic more is Humaira."

"Hem, you're right." Relaxing her body, Bibi Sifa and Bibi Safa then slowly led Azira out of Humaira's room. Take him through the corridor of the house that is full of beautiful decorations typical of weddings.

This is something that spoils the eyes!

"By the way, why haven't I seen that shit at home? Where'd he go?" Bibi Safa asked puzzledly because since morning she had never seen Azira's presence. It is better if he is not there because his mood is better.

Azira who was being sought could only smile cynically, thinking whether this cruel woman could still laugh if she knew later the married person was not their beloved niece, she said, but the trash man who is always seen as disgusting in this house.

That expression, Azira was already impatient to want to see it.

"Azira may already be downstairs," Whispered Aunt Sifa answered him.

"Don't talk about it anymore because right now the most important thing is a historic day for this spoiled girl." He continued to divert the conversation.

Since this is a historic wedding day for Humaira then it is not good to talk about Azira's problem. It is a happy day and they should all be happy with it.

"Hem, you're right." Mumbled Bibi Safa no longer wanted to talk about Azira's problem which always made her eyes and heart irritated.

Then, a few minutes later they arrive at the stairs that will take them to the place of agreement. From above they could see a beautiful place of agreement and hundreds of invited guests who with curious eyes and amazement stared at them. No, it was more precisely towards the bride who was full of mysteries.

They could not see the bride clearly because of her hood, but they all knew that this bride must be so beautiful that it made an incredibly handsome bridegroom fall in love with her.

"Grand." Call Mama while taking over Azira from Bibi Sifa and Bibi Safa. Taking her in carefully, she sat Azira in a soft white chair that had been beautifully decorated and elegant.

So beautiful, so harmonious with her luxurious wedding dress.

"Can we start the show?" Subduing his head, from here Azira could clearly hear the voices that had been whispering now began to become silent.

But, something's weird. Azira seemed to smell a slightly familiar fragrance. Whoever has Azira is not sure because he knows very well if he never meets strangers, he has no acquaintance anyone remembers.

"Alright then, please hand the bridegroom shake the hand of the bride's guardian. I can start now." The male voice again added to Azira's nervousness.

Although it was not her wedding but after sitting here it was the same as her wedding. Ah, doesn't he and Humaira make no difference?

Yes, Azira is the son of the cruel man who is in front of her now and this man will finally deliver her to the future...

Which is uncertain.

Hah, Azira does not know how the response of her coercive husband-to-be if she knows that the one next to her is not Humaira.

"I married and I betrothed my biological daughter Azira Humaira, with you Muhammad Furqon Rasidiq Bin Muhammad Fadillah Rasidiq with a dowry a set of prayer tools and gold weighing 70 grams paid in cash.” Father's voice with its calm floor was also authoritative.

Instantly making Azira's breath stifled, he did not know why his heart suddenly shook after hearing this.

Receiving a jolt from the hands of his future father-in-law, Furqon steadfastly strengthened their hands while calling for a sacred acceptance and a bridge to his future happiness. "I accept Azira Humaira Bin Muhammad Ramadan Rozik's marriage and marriage with a dowry a set of prayer tools and 70 grams of gold paid in cash," Sentak Furqon with a steady and courageous one breath.

Even her sharp eyes were firm and unperturbed when dealing with her authoritative future-in-law was also formidable.

"Huh?" Shouted the elder who had earlier hosted this wedding.

"AH!" Shouted everyone rejoicing and enthusiastic. They could not wait to see the figure of the bride who now officially belonged to Furqon, a handsome surgeon is also perfect. Surely they are a suitable and harmonious couple if at a glance, this family in the future will be very happy, ah!.

But this excitement only lasted for a short while before the sound of a girl's roar interrupted everyone's excitement.

On the second floor they could see a girl with a disheveled face trying to go downstairs. This girl no longer cared about her appearance because the only thing she thought about now was to stop this marriage.

"Hu-Humaira?" Everyone who knew Humaira was shocked by his arrival.

Wasn't the one sitting next to Furqon Humaira?

"Humaira, how come you're here, son?" Mama Humaira asked frantically to see Humaira who was supposed to be a bride had just come up with a mess like this.

"Mama, Dad. This marriage can't happen because the one sitting there is Azira instead of Humaira!" Hysteris Humaira was heartbroken as she hugged her sad Mama. He even forgot if the anesthetic still did not completely go from his body so that his body was still weak.

"Azira?" The Furqon family was shocked.

They all could not sit idly by because the married person was their own son, it would be unfair if his son's day of happiness became the most ruined day of his life.

"Aren't you Azira, then why do you say this woman is Azira," Furqon's father asked clearly feeling puzzled as to why there were two Aziras here.

"It's.." Mama Humaira could not explain and preferred to calm Humaira who was still crying limp in her arms.

"Look sir, there's a waiter here who's also named Azira. So this marriage really can't"

"Why can't it?" Aunt's voice was cut off by Azira.

Smiling coldly, Azira slowly moved open the hood that covered her face. Unveiling a beautiful face that does not use much make up, seeing this instant the face color Furqon immediately changed.

At first he wanted to make a voice to express his acceptance in this matter. But when he saw Azira, Furqon decided to just watch it. See what this girl can do.

"Am I not Azira Humaira, so why can't this marriage?" He said with a smile of satisfaction, staring arrogantly at Aunt Safa who was looking at him sharply full of hatred.

Whahuh?

Do you think I'll keep you trampling?

Huh! I won't be stupid enough to let you act insulting me, because I'm trash then I'll treat it like shit!

There were whispers from the guests who came, family drama like this rarely they saw it in person, ah!. They can only find it in Korean dramas or Indonesian soap operas so they will never waste this live broadcast here!

"Azira, watch your behavior!" Angry Dad can no longer hold back his anger.

Pointing at him with his left hand, a look of disgust full of anger he pointed at Azira. The girl who is now officially Furqon's legal wife.

"The marriage is clear to Humaira so you can't snatch it this dirty way!"

"Why can't I?" Smiling cold.

"Am I not your son, father, and you married this man to me who was clearly named Azira Humaira! I am Azira Humaira so why can't I marry her?" Looking at the empty face of the father.

"As your own guardian you married me to her, so why can't this marriage be legal?"

"But the one Mas Furqon wants to marry is that I am not you Azira! So this marriage has to be annulled!" Humaira's shout couldn't stand the drama Azira was doing.

This girl, the girl he already considered his own brother dared to stab him from behind. How cruel!

"Well it's not me but you, then what about Azira Humaira's name? That's not me and the one sitting here is still me!"

"You..." Humaira was speechless, she was angry even to the point that she hated Azira so much!

"Mas Furqon, this marriage cannot be legal because what Mas wants to marry is I am not this girl. So..this should be void?" Because he could not get anything from Azira, he turned to ask Furqon for help who had just listened to their drama.

"It's actually like that but even if we dodge as hard as we can, this marriage will still be valid, let alone you two have the same name and brothers. So whoever was sitting with me just now when I was my wife." Furqon replied, I could not bear to see Humaira crying like this.

Azira was stunned, she then turned her gaze so as not to see the husband. It seemed that he could not bear to destroy this man's happy marriage.

"But Mas.he cheated!" Humaira's shout still did not accept Furqon's despair.

"True Humaira, he was cheating. But no matter how bad he is still we are a married couple now." Furqon replied that the girl next to him was now his wife and he was responsible for all his actions in the family.

"What.. Do you admit she's Mas' wife?" As he asked this, the intense feeling of pain continued to hit his heart.

Wh why?

It's her wedding day but why did it become like this?

He should be happy, right?

Shifting her gaze with a firm expression was also strong, "Yes, she is my wife and this marriage remains valid even if you refuse." Her speech admitted without question what Azira had done to her failed marriage to Humaira.

"Well.." Humaira's body was suddenly dazed, his legs were now trembling limply unable to withstand the weight of his body. Especially with the surprise he got today makes Humaira hope that all this is just a nightmare.

"Furqon, come here Umi wants to talk to you about something." Call Umi Furqon while taking her steps away from the crowd. Find a safe place to discuss this issue.

"I knew Umi and I would never pull my words." Furqon's stubborn voice had no intention of pulling his words anymore.

Sighing deeply, Umi knew how stubborn Furqon was. But as a mother of course she was worried that if she would destroy Furqon's life even further, she could not see her son being tortured like that.

"Well, Umi understands but you have to think about your future as well. This woman we never knew him even from his actions Umi can say that he is not a good woman."

"So, what if you cancel this wedding and you can plan another wedding with Humaira?"

Hearing Uminya's worries, Furqon knows that it is not that easy to accept Azira to be his wife. But somehow Furqon did not mind all that and willingly accepted Azira.

She believes that as her husband, Azira will become a better person.

"No need for Umi, Furqon will never annul this marriage." He said softly while taking a soft hand Uminya.

"In shaa Allah one day Azira will surely change for the better, Furqon is convinced by this thought."

Umi stared silently at his son's black eyes, watching him seriously he tried to find out if there was any doubt there but after searching he found nothing but confidence.

He relented, "Well if that's your choice, Umi can do what. After all, the one who runs it is that you are not Umi so you are free to choose." Umi did not want to take a headache again while bringing her steps back to the event venue. Paying attention to her daughter-in-law who could only stand still lowered her beautiful face.

Umi also heard whispers of ridicule from the people around her but her daughter-in-law seemed indifferent and busy with her own thoughts.

"Dad," Call Furqon to the restless Father-in-law.

"I'm sorry for everything my wife has done, take it easy. All this mess will Furqon over and please tell Humaira that I'm sorry for everything. I hope that if Humaira gets a better man than me, a man who will never let her down. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Kissing the hand of the in-law, Furqon looked helplessly at the faithful mother-in-law holding Humaira. He looked devastated at this time and Furqon knew that it was not good to go to Mother-in-law now that they were currently in a bad state.

Father said nothing and he did not answer the greetings of Furqon. He also did not react when Furqon kissed his hand, ah. perhaps more precisely he is now his son-in-law even though it feels a little foreign.

After moving away from the in-laws, Furqon came to Azira who was still loyal to bow. Holding his hand gently, Furqon could feel if his wife's hand trembled. Hem, as he had expected his wife was not that strong.

"Azira?" Call Furqon gently to the wife who is still tense.

"You..." The bearded Azira was shocked when she saw her husband was the one who saved her from the thugs.

Smiling softly, "Let's go home." Her speech was soft as she pulled Azira's hand following her steps. Leaving the still-at-home crowd whispering and leaving Humaira still weeping bitterly, disappointed by what happened today.

He was angry far to the point of hate. Hate why all this time he was being too kind to the bastard. If time could be rotated then Humaira would never give Azira a face!

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