LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 6
Time keeps rolling, days change without notice. The wedding day is getting closer. There is no significant activity carried out by both parties, all wedding preparations are handed over to the WO. The wedding dress itself, it's done.
Another is with Adinda. When the bride is supposed to be in pingit, she is still busy working. Though Intan has warned Adinda to rest only. But Adinda is still Adinda. He could ignore the customer's request.
As usual if he was too focused on work, lunch hour was not he ignored. His hands are still actively scribbling the paper.
Tok to tok.
"Assalamualaik." Intan knocked on the door and said his greetings before he stepped inside Adinda's study.
"Getishalight." At once Adinda's attention turned to a woman who was now walking towards the sofa in her room.
"Definitely haven't eaten, have you? Rest first! Mama doesn't want it until Mama's son is sick." Intan began arranging the food he brought at the table.
"Yes Aunt." She put the pencil she was holding. He stood up and headed for the sofa.
"Well, how do you still call Auntie? Mama dong dear! You will soon be Mama's son." Intan began to accustom Adinda to call him with the call of mama.
"Eh, sorry Ma." Adinda smiled. Imagining his status in a moment that would turn into a wife made him blush.
Wives....
Huft... The words of the wife who was soon in her cage made her mind scream bitterly. If the title of a wife who will be pinned to him is not only on paper, of course, the happiness he feels is not mere wishful thinking. But unfortunately, it does not seem easy to change the view of a Devin that there are still women who are more worthy of his love.
Let him live his life destiny. Go where the flow will take it. Although he was not hypocritical, that hope he always echoed in every prostration and prayer. Hope to find happiness in his household later and hope there is still love left for him. So that he can also taste the sweetness of honey without the presence of a honey.
After lunch, Intan showed an example of the design of the invitation paper he carried. Adinda looked in admiration at the design of the invitation paper. The choice of the father-in-law is always perfect. Especially later the name of the bride will be listed her name and the prospective husband.
Husband...
Again, Adinda smiled bitterly. What kind of home will she live in? If a person who is in the field becomes his future priest has a lover and who is clearly not himself.
"Tomorrow the day after you're prewedding photos, baby. Let your wedding invitation paper get even more stormy. A very compatible couple, one handsome and the other beautiful." Intan smiled and looked at Adinda who blushed in embarrassment.
Intan moves her index finger to the right and left. "No no no. My mother does not want rejection. Your marriage is less than two weeks away. So, still enough time, dear. Mostly they are all people who are really experts in their fields," explained Intan
"Yes Ma." Finally Adinda resigned. Whatever Intan's decision he's sure is the best for him.
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Meanwhile in a different hemisphere a middle-aged man was sitting pensively in the seat of his greatness. In his left hand was a photo he held and held in his right hand a mobile phone showing a photo of a girl sent by his informant.
Her net never escaped looking at the photo of a beautiful woman who still controlled her heart. Comparing it to the photo of the girl on her phone. The photo is cut in two.
"I should have looked for you earlier. I foolishly believed the words of those who thought you were dead. The new facts I got made me very sorry. Now, you're really gone forever. How's our son doing? She looks so pretty just like you. I promise to take care of him. If he asked me to take him away, I would take him. However, for now I can only look at him in silence. There comes a time when I'll come back to the surface." The man rubbed the clear molten fur on his cheek.
Men are powerful creatures. Men cannot cry either. However, men are also humans who also have a myriad of tear stocks.
"Why does it hurt so much?" The man smacked his chest. Hoping to reduce the sense of tightness that lingered in his heart.
Would it be wrong for him to now cry for his soulmate who had completely abandoned him? Crying his helplessness to meet his mere princess? He should have been next to his daughter. To express the love he never gave. Saying the phrase ijab to divide the responsibility on the figure of the idol of his daughter.
But everything still feels complicated. He must first untangle the tangled threads that occurred in the past. Let him keep his daughter at a distance. Provides protection without face to face.
"If you're not happy with him, then I'll take you away. I won't let anyone hurt my daughter." His hand rubbed the photo that was plastered on his phone screen. He didn't want to lose his only daughter again. However, for now there are still too many problems that he must solve first before he meets his daughter.
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Hello to beloved readers. May we always be given health, aamiin.
This is my first novel. So, sorry if there is a typo and words that are less pleasing. Understandably still newbi 😊 still has a lot to learn.
This book is up to chapter 6. But kok still quiet 😢 so sad I tuh. please like and favorite let the author add more spirit again. And the comment is also yes, so that the author knows what to fix.
Many greetings for readers 🥰🥰