IN-LAW
Marrying

Varga let go of her embrace when she found Aralia's cynical and dislikeful gaze with her spontaneous actions.

Aralia kissed Bianca and handed it to Varga, her mood turning rowdy. Without a word, Aralia walked out of the room.

"Ara ...," Call Varga, to chase after him but Nisa forbids him with a gesture of a headband.

"Let me talk to her" said Nisa patting Varga on the shoulder.

Nisa approached Aralia who was sitting in the hospital hallway bench. The mimic looks very upset.

"Ara ..., are you here, son?" a soft voice approached her, Nisa with her maternal smile sat beside her daughter. Aralia kept silent and did not answer.

"You know son? It's weird, isn't it? You and Bianca seem to have a strong bond."

"That's natural he's my nephew."

"At first my mother felt it was natural but when your little niece chose to heal in your hands, ignoring the medicine and also the embrace of her papa I could not consider it a coincidence or a natural thing, Ara. It's an inner bond, one that's very strong and naturally created between you and him."

"So you mean, Mama?"

"Ara, marry —,"

"Mama! I don't want to!"

Nisa stands and rests at Aralia's feet. The girl was shocked. This really doesn't make sense to him. How could Nisa do that to him. Aralia stood up and walked away.

"Mama!" Aralia snapped, sat down before Nisa and hugged the woman who was begging.

"Please do this for Mama, Ara. For the sake of dear mama." said Nisa with tears.

Aralia nodded tightly hugging her mother with tears.

Nisa hugged Aralia tightly, sometimes the eyes of people who were there were fixed on them of course with questions in their minds.

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Inside the cafe Aralia was sitting with a glass of hot coffee, she was sitting waiting for the arrival of someone.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Varga who awaited Aralia arrived. He said hello, pulled up the chair and put his phone on the table. While Aralia was just speechless staring at the man coldly.

"You want to eat?" Varga asked as she looked at the menu sheet of food on the table. Ara shook her head without taste.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Ask Varga. Actually he was curious about what Aralia wanted to say to him after this girl disappeared from the hospital the previous day.

"Let's get married."

"Eh?"

"As Rena asked, let's get married."

Varga surprised. How could not this girl who was in front of him ask for marriage after refusing and treating him like an enemy and .. ah look even this girl's face is not soft when saying her wish. His gaze was cynical and his head was raised full of arrogance.

"Forget it, I've not—,"

"Of course on one condition, sister." said Aralia cut off Varga's speech. Now his reaction seemed imposing. The girl raised her coffee glass, inhaled the aroma and tasted it.

"what?"

"Let's be a married couple in front of the family but out there no one should know that we're husband and wife."

reposeful

"How do you agree?"

Varga took a breath, but considering how Bianca was able to get home from Varga hospital, she agreed. He nodded after being seen thinking about something and making a decision.

"All right, I agree" Varga said.

Aralia smiled wryly, looking at this man who was soon to be her husband. Hand over a piece of paper that he had previously prepared.

"One more thing you have to remember and that's the main point" he reminded.

"if you agree please sign." continued again.

Varga reads which is the content of the agreement there is only that point.

"this only?" ask Varga confusedly.

"I think so." answered Aralia nyakin. Varga frowned and slightly glanced at his sister-in-law and then corrected the part of her signature. Signs of their agreement intertwined. Varga handed Aralia a thin sheet of paper which was invaluable in the way the girl treated the thin sheet containing the word threat, not like the agreement she signed often in her place of work.

"Well, we agree and tell this shocking news to the family, they must be happy." Aralia got up from her seat and left Varga there. Nadanya. Varga was speechless Aralia sounded soft to him.

Campus

"Are you sure you're getting married?" Ilir asked after hearing Aralia's story earlier.

Aralia nodded, looking at her three friends.

"Uh ..., missing one of my partner candidates." Complaints Cayrol can immediately tell from Lea. Cayrol sneered.

"But don't worry, Ra. A lot of couples marry without love." said Lea tried to entertain.

"It's in the filim and the novel, where their destiny is written by the author,"

"Well you're one of them, you have a handsome, established partner let alone one lacking?" Cayrol said while playing his phone.

"What's? One of them?" Aralia chuckles coldly, how can she equate herself with a fictional story whose ending can be guessed. Blissfully.

While her? The story about him somehow later.

"Like a Novel girl whose fate is written by the author, just as God wrote your destiny. Who can change it, even you have rejected it" said Ilir, patting Aralia on the shoulder.

Aralia was silent, he stared at the three friends alternately.

"Jalanine aja, we doain you happy, Ra." said Lea seriously.

"Married don't secretly eat sago. Invite us too." Cayrol gemes.

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Nisa opens the door of the house as Aralia presses the doorbell. Nisa hugged her daughter and said.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you." Thank you." Nisa's whisper with a circle in the corner of her eye.

Aralia was confused, "for what, Ma?" aralia asked after her embrace was gone.

"Because she wants to marry Varga, she told me the same story" Nisa said following Aralia's steps into the living room.

Aralia put her bag on the sofa, sat down and looked at her happy mother.

"So when do we do it, Ra?" Tanya Nisa sat down beside Aralia.

"As for mama, I agree." replied Aralia thinning her lips.

The earth is still cool, the sky is bright. A good day according to the date specified. Aralia's marriage is now underway.

Aralia stared at her reflection in the mirror, her breathing tight along with her disordered heartbeat.

"Ara ..., are you ready, baby?" nisa asked entering the room of the building. Nisa looked at him long in amazement at Aralia's beautiful appearance.

"You're so beautiful, baby," Nisa said, as she approached her daughter, her tears fell on Aralia, who was wrapped in a wedding dress. It was mixed, as felt by the parents when they delivered their daughter to the wedding.

Aralia tried to smile, a little forced but did not change her beauty.

The event will begin, Aralia out of the room and greeted Varga at the door. Varga opened her eyes wide to see Aralia who looked elegant, beautiful and mature. Varga's heart rumbled something happened to him when he saw the girl before him.

Varga handed the girl a hand of flowers, reached out and held Aralia in front of the Altar.

Their sacred promises were tied there, in front of the priest, the family and the guests. They promised to live together in joy, sorrow until death separated the two.

Varga circles the ring on Aralia's ring finger and vice versa in the final session as they legitimately become a pair of two into one. Varga kisses Aralia's forehead gently.