Just Just Marrying

Just Just Marrying
Worrying about Rania


"Then why are you sad, hem? Isn't Rania's age now worth getting married?" Gerry clasped his wife's hand.


"Rania must be depressed at the moment. Moreover, I know that Rania already loves another man." Kyara's head bowed. Kyara can see that until now Rania still loves her husband's best friend. Moreover, every time they told me about William, Rania always looked enthusiastic.


"Who?" Gerry's forehead wrinkled.


Kyara's breathing sounds slow. "I can't tell you yet." Kyara. Because he didn't want to break the promise between himself and Rania.


Gerry stroked Kyara's head. "No problem. Then what can we do for him right now?"


Both Kyara's shoulders were raised upwards. His gaze was fixed on the sky that looked brightly illuminated by the stars and the moon. "If I could do one way to stop the match, I would. But Rania refused so hard that I would help her. He just wants to solve his own problems." Kyara glassy.


"I'm just afraid Rania's got a husband who doesn't love her." Kyara continued with a sigh.


Gerry silenced. He now understands the direction of his wife's conversation. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry if at the beginning of our marriage there were too many wounds that I inflicted on your heart." Gerry said.


Kyara turned away from her focus looking at the sky. His gaze was now fulfilled by the face of his handsome husband. "I've forgotten it. I just don't want Rania to experience the way I've been. If in the past when the worst position approached me, Rania was always the shield agara I was always strong. But now... If Rania were to experience it like me, I couldn't help her because the distance was so far apart from us." Kyara hugged her husband from the side. Spilling all her fears on the chest of her husband's field.


Kyara's tears begin to flow soaking through the shirt Gerry was wearing. But Gerry let it go. "I know the wound in your heart by my attitude has not yet recovered. That's why you're so scared right now." Gerry stroked Kyara's back which began to tremble.


"Sorry..." Lirih Kyara's. To be honest the pain in his heart had not fully recovered. Kyara still harbors her own fears to this day. But with Gerry changing at the moment, Kyara is trying to forget her bad past.


"When will their marriage take place?" Gerry asked as Kyara calmed down a little.


"Two weeks left. And until now Rania has not known what her future husband is like."


"Is there no way to stop the match?" Gerry asked to help his wife.


Kyara's head shook weakly. "Unfortunately there is none. Because Rania couldn't possibly refuse the will from her grandfather. After all, Rania's family owed a lot to her Grandpa's best friend. Including a meatball stall currently managed by Rania's mother, can not be separated from the help of Grandpa Rania's best friend."


"Did Rania really not want to refuse?" Gerry looked at Kyara's seemingly empty gaze. Her female mind was completely filled with her current best friend


"No... Rania was so happy to reject it. After all, Rania did not want to see her mother grieve. Rania also wants to grant her mother's request asking her to get married. But Rania and her mother did not expect that this way would be the way for Rania to get married." Kyara remembered what Rania said a few days ago. His friend said that when the afternoon suddenly there were people in black uniforms came to his mother and offered a letter containing the agreement of Grandpa Rania and her best friend in the past.


Kyara shakes. "Unfortunately not. Because right now Grandpa Rania's best friend and granddaughter are still abroad."


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The new round is about to start... But I'll keep interspersing with Kyara and Gerry's story.


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