Marrying My Brother's Fiancee

Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
CHAPTER 7 PINK WEDDING BED

Raka took a sip of wine from her glass with a dead red face, her eyes looking at the atmosphere of the hotel bar that was not too crowded.


Some tables are still filled with groups of people and couples who dissolve in the atmosphere.


Still imagined the incident in the room earlier, he really did not expect the strange girl to suddenly appear and walk casually just by using a towel in front of his eyes.


Raka himself was confused why he did not immediately reprimand her, when her body was as smooth white as a fashion show without realizing its existence.


Actually Raka knew that if Sarah was in the bathroom, she just wanted to put some files in the safe, it was a document that her father had given her to check, while three days stuck in the atmosphere of this honeymoon, the plan was that he would work from a hotel room.


Now that the atmosphere has become very clumsy, Sarah must be prejudiced that Raka deliberately entered and humiliated Sarah. Or perhaps Sarah thinks Raka is willing to take advantage of their false status.


Raka feels wrong, how to deal with Sarah. Of course he would blame Raka for the incident.


You promoted the world and I fell for it


I put you first and you adored it


Set fires to my forest


And you let it burn


The off-key in my chorus


'Because it wasn't yours


I saw the signs and I ignored it


Rose-colored glasses all distorted


Set fire to my purpose


And I let it burn


You got off on the hurtin'


When it wasn't your, yeah


We'd always go into it blindly


I need to lose you to find me


This dancing was killing me softly


I need to hate you to love me


To love, love, love,


To love, love, love,


I need to lose you to love me


I gave my all and they all know it


Selena Gomez's song "Lose You To Love Me" filled the bar room,


it sounded so ear-piercing that it reached into Raka's heart.


"You promised the world and I was tempted


I prioritize you and you like it


You light embers in my woods


And you let him


Singing false in my chorus


Because it's not your part


I saw the sign and I ignored it


All the rose colored glasses were broken


You light embers on my goal


And I let it


You like to hurt


When what you hurt is not yourself


We always watch him blindly


I had to lose you to find myself


I must hate you in order to love myself,


To be able to love


I have to lose you to love myself


I gave it my all and they all knew


Then you destroyed me and now everyone knows


Well, the lyrics of the song are so precise and perfectly describe Raka's current feelings, so easily Sally dumped her as if she was indeed worthy of it.


Raka gulped her own saliva bitterly, she glanced at her watch, already showing it at 2 am. Raka had to go back to the room, she had not cleaned her body after a crowded event all day, even she had not changed clothes from the reception.


Now Sarah must have slept comfortably on that big bed. He just needs to go in, shower and change, then sleep in the guest room.


Tomorrow morning he's promised to have breakfast with his mom and dad.


Raka finally decided to go back to the room, if Sarah still did not sleep and was angry with him, he would be careless.


After opening the room door, by settling he entered. Raka was amazed to find Sarah already sleeping on the living room sofa chair.


The girl was like a tired elf, looking soundly, wrapped by a thick blanket while hugging a roll inside the dimness of the lamp.


Raka did not expect, Sarah chose to sleep on the sofa, as the man should be the one who slept there.


Raka went into the bathroom, cleaned herself up, it felt too late to take a shower. Raka was really tired, all she had in mind was to sleep right away.


After changing into clean clothes, Raka prepared to rest her tired body.


The wedding bed was so inviting to sleep in.


Raka momentarily enjoyed the beauty of the arrangement, supposedly there she and Sally spent the bridal night with great affection.


Raka will carry his wife's body to the romantic bed and then lay slowly on a soft and slippery silk spray. The wife's delicate skin will blend with the hue of the pink peach cloth that will certainly give a very tempting impression.


How dramatic it is when Raka's fingers go through each curve of the wife's body and gently caress her from the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot.


With his own hands, he would take off one by one the cloths attached to his wife's body.


Not to be left, his wife opened her eyes a blink, every touch of her will spoil the wife until she does not remember where she is. And the warmth of the first night he gave, his wife would not forget in her entire life.


Raka grinned to herself, as she regained consciousness from her delusion. How stupid that thought is.


He's a dumped man, a shameful poor man.


That status was indeed worth pinning on her, how not, the real bride left her.


Or rather, run away from marriage with her.


And Raka, as the poor bride, shamelessly keeps herself the bride on that cursed day, standing like a fool, saying the wedding vows to another woman.


A foreign woman forced to accompany herself lies to the world.


The lie he did on the grounds of having no other choice, but actually deep down he realized, all because of his selfishness, his fear and his inability to face the truth.


As a man, Raka felt he was so cowardly and so lowly.


Raka let out a long breath, though,


the pink wedding bed before him was like laughing at him in silence.


Nothing and nothing will happen there. Not even Raka would touch it.


Reluctantly Raka takes a spare bedcover from the closet. Then put it on the floor with the expensive Persian rug.


After picking up the pillow, turning off the room lights and turning on the sleeping lights, Raka lay on her back there while clutching her chest.


In his view of the dark room sky, all events and events revolved within his head. Everything repeats like a movie flashback.


Until one incident, suddenly his memory seemed to move slowly reluctant to end immediately. The incident when Sarah walked towards him, holding a bouquet of beige roses surrounded by white baby’s breath.


In a simple wedding dress, she was like floating on the ground.


At that time, Raka first looked closely at the figure of Sarah. That woman is so beautiful, graceful and charming.


He would look perfect wearing anything, even if all he wore was a cheap piece of cloth.


Unaccompanied by a bridesmaid or father who escorted him to where Raka stood with a thin smile on her lips but a blank and hollow look, he walked from the door.


His steps slowly drifted, his chin slightly raised, even from that expression, no one could guess whether he was happy or angry with the marriage.


Raka looked at the wedding bed in the middle of the room, the wedding bed became so gloomy, cold and miserable. The two brides who were supposed to spend the night on it, were lying in different places in the same room. Dissolved in each other's minds. And fall asleep in exhaustion of body, heart and soul.