King Haider
Immediate marriage

The beautiful girl walked with the wood entering the house. Gray brown hair beautifully. The sound of the beats of the heels clashing with marble made the two people who were in the living room turn their eyes to the sound.

"Busett saucy real..rich stuffed barbie!" but baby, I can only speak in my heart. He already has a wife who is at home.

A clean skin as white as milk and as soft as cotton looks very tempting faith. Moreover, his clothes were quite open. A short skirt over the thigh and a sabrina top showing off one shoulder. So fashionable. Distinct from the girl who was bowed, hiding her face.

"Who are you?" ask Soraya who saw a stranger in her house. "Guest mommy what daddy?"

Instead of answering, Ali was stunned, enjoying the beautiful face of Soraya which was now clearly visible. "Is this Key?"

Soraya frowned. Then clucked in annoyance. "Accept me?" his lips looked at the unblinking Ali looking at him. For Soraya, it was common to get the amazed gazes of the men.

"Did?" Ali's realized. "The mouth is the same as Key. from the clip."

Soraya's gaze shifted to the girl sitting next to the man. "You.." Soraya recalled, like knowing the girl.

"Hi Ra how are you?" said Cilya who sounded strong, like nothing, but her heart was raging. Cilya had known Soraya for a long time.

Soraya. "Sir Cilya.." then approached. "Can't we be here?" Soraya and Cilya knew each other. They were childhood friends, although Cilya was three years older than Soraya. They used to play in residential parks.

Soraya knew Cilya when he used to play at Arletta's house (his cousin). Cilya and Arletta's house is pretty close.

Arsen and Lisa came with King.

"Sister!" peekik Soraya's. The girl hit her brother's body. "Sora kangen" he said spoiled.

"The shucks!"

Cilya was immediately bowed when Lisa and Arsen looked at her.

"So this is your future wife?" ask Arsen.

Arsen's words made Soraya let go of her embrace. "Whose wife is she?" no one answered Soraya's question, as she was only focused on the girl sitting down.

Lisa approached, sitting beside Cilya. Gently stroked Cilya's back. "Who's your name, son?" Lisa understands that with Cilya's current condition, the girl may still be traumatized by her son's depravity. "I'm sorry my son, he'll take responsibility for everything he's done."

Arsen still stood up and folded his hands in front of his chest, watching the man sitting beside Cilya. His gaze alternately looked at King and Ali. "You're calling this girl?" chirps Arsen because the face of his son and Ali there are a lot of bruises, brawl must have happened.

Lisa was surprised, the woman only realized that her son's face had a lot of punch file injuries.

"You snatched this guy's girlfriend?" the accusation to King.

"Not me! I just temen." exclaimed Ali.

"Dad! not snatch!" King took his breath. "You don't mabok also won't be interested" he said softly so that Cilya did not hear it. But it can still be heard by Arsen.

"Ck!" Arsen clucked in annoyance. Know what King said. The face of his prospective daughter-in-law is indeed not attractive because it is covered by many pimples. "You have to work hard, have a lot of money! in order to beautify your wife." The beauty hidden behind her future daughter-in-law's face, Arsen can see it.

"Dad, brother Cilya is his son om Radit." a little listening, Soraya understands the problems that are happening.

Arsen frowned. "Radith?"

"Yes dad, his neighbor uncle Basbas."

"Right, you're Radit Hermawan's son?"

"Yes Om."

"Are you really getting married? don't want a celebration?" ask Lisa.

"Yes mom, don't take any receptions! the important thing is legitimate." said King. The man wanted to immediately take responsibility for his mistake. And did not want to disclose his marriage to Cilya to the public. As much as possible do not let others know, only his close relatives. It seems like no one has a wife like Cilya.

"But your face is still bruised Key, don't wait a week just let the scar disappear."

Arsen had to take care of the letters needed for his son's impromptu marriage, of course with the help of his men. Fortunately he had many connections, so he easily handled his son's ridiculous request. Who want to get married quickly.

King breathed his breath out violently. "Don't do it. let it be ugly." Why look handsome when you marry Cilya? Wouldn't it be fair if King's face full of bruises in pair with Cilya's face full of acne?

Arsen clucked at the babbling of his son. "Don't like it, but it's too!"

"Morning my dad, so it's glowing!"

"Awas will be smitten! if it's really glowing." ledek Lisa. "Ntar can't eat, sleep because he thinks of a wife who's been glow up!"

King just sneered in response. Where possible!

Fortunately Cilya did not hear it, because different cars. It would be even more painful to hear the words of King who was only forced to marry her.

The arrival of Arsen and his family surprised Radit who was alone at home. His wife and stepson are on holiday abroad. Radit was surprised to see his daughter in their arms. Arsen began to speak of the purpose and purpose of his arrival.

"Geez my son.." Radit hugged his daughter. The man felt guilty for not being able to take good care of his daughter. In the arms of the father, Cilya spilled her sorrow. King looked at the girl's heart, guilt enveloping his heart.

Radit agrees to marry his daughter. His disappointment in King dimmed when he saw the good side of King who immediately accounted for his mistake. Radit only prayed that this marriage would make his daughter happy.

Two hours later, the ruler and a nearby religious figure had arrived. The Bastian family was also present.

"Why can? how sudden?" Clara, Arsen's older sister, asks King for a too-sudden wedding. Fortunately his house was close, it only took twenty-five steps to get to the house of Cilya.

"Let me explain." replied Lisa.

"Key..it's not that famous old artist huh?" ali asked about it. Meeting unusual people amazed Ali. "Makep-cakep all again. Wow I'm proud to be your friend!"

"Could not be you!" sentak King's.

"That's a big deal. Napa key's smile.It's your happy day."

"No!"

"Ck! you're not willing to marry Cilya?"

"How else do you want? I have to take responsibility" he said resignedly. "This is all because of you who left me alone!" it's not enough to blame Ali.

"All is fate bro.Cilya may be your soul mate. God unites you in this way."

King snorted in annoyance. "You ah!"

There was no slick makeup on Cilya's face. The kebaya she wears belongs to her late mother. It's not just Cilya who looks ordinary. King was the same, only using white cocoa clothes and black peci attached to his head.

The holy pledge was also spoken smoothly from the King's mouth. The man had been questioning Cilya. Making Cilya his legal wife. Even without love, only a sense of responsibility underlies everything.

Seriate...