It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 61's

A week passed without feeling. This is the day Allan has been waiting for, the wedding day with a woman who has captured his whole heart, Giany Namira. The past week has been heavy. There are many things happening and sometimes emotionally draining.

Various disturbances from Ayra continue to arrive. Slander and accusations are often presented to Allan and Giany. Like the coral that was hit by the waves, everything was easily overcome by Allan.

This morning, he had already sat down steadily in front of a ruler. With a white shirt wrapped in a black suit. Giany sat by her side with a white kebaya that increasingly exuded an aura of her beauty. But his face could not be said to be happy. He was sad and almost crying.

This is his second marriage. And damn, both were done because they had to. Without wanting to be loved or loved. Maybe fate was deliberately playing tricks on him. Yes, that thought was now dancing around in the young lady's mind.

“I received his marriage and marriage, Giany Namira bint Aiman Firdaus with a dowry set of prayer tools and money worth twenty one million rupiah paid in cash.” Allan's voice was heard loudly saying ijab qabul. A sacred sentence that changed Giany's entire life from that moment on. There were also the words of several witnesses who simultaneously called for the word legitimate.

Giany's heart rhythms were racing, for whatever reason. But that soft and melodious voice managed to shake his heart.

The woman dropped a drop of tears that had been trying to be detained. The tail of her eyes slowly glanced at a man who was now officially her husband. His hand stretched out kissing the back of Allan's hand. He was pounding even more as he felt clearly the softness of Allan's lips touching his forehead.

It was very different when she married Desta, where there was no smile and kiss she got from her husband. The first day of being Desta's wife was greeted with a gift of hard slaps on both sides of her face, which eventually caused a deep trauma. Allan may be someone different to Desta, but Giany doesn't dare to expect more. Because marriage is a compulsion.

The wedding was held simply was only attended by the neighbors and friends of Allan. They took turns congratulating each other. Some praise the luck of Allan who got a beautiful wife and also very young. Although not infrequently they have to wipe their chests when they hear whispers between the neighbors who talked about the raid case last week.

But not Allan's name if he cares. Because for him having Giany is more than enough. As for Giany, it might be the same as his first marriage. No family or friends.

“If you are tired of just taking a break,” said Allan who now stands on the right side of Giany.

“It's okay.” Giany's voice sounded cold and stiff, though so soft in Allan's ears. The man realized that Giany was a different woman, with a heart that was once hurt.

Ms. Dini and little Maysha were present in their midst, hugging and congratulating. Seeing the distance between the newlyweds, Ms. Dini rubbed her son's shoulder.

“Nothing Allan, slowly show Giany the true affection in the household, which he never got from his first marriage,” whispered.

From a safe distance, there were two gloomy faces staring intently at the mosque where the marriage contract took place.

Ayra rubbed the tears of regret flowing down her cheeks. All his efforts to separate Giany and Allan turned around.

While Desta who was in the other corner looked resigned. There is no chance to get Giany. Only regret now holds him back.

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Night time ...

The atmosphere of the house is starting to calm down. Some close relatives have gone home. Some of them are still staying for the night. Giany goes into the room that from tonight he will occupy together with Allan.

Allan just came out of the bathroom. It looks very fresh and perfect even if only in casual clothes. Giany who was still stiff stood in the doorway. Like hesitating to step in. He still uses his white kebaya.

“You take a shower? You must be sultry all day to greet guests,” said Allan.

“I-iya, Doctor.”

“Kok still call the doctor anyway? Mas dong's! From today I am your husband.”

Giany. His fingers reflex each other. “Iya, Mas. Ma-sorry ..”

Finally .... Inner Allan cheered happily.

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