Maura Search
Trying to Receive Reality

''You ready, Andrian?"

''I was nervous, Dad," Andrian replied as sweat poured down his temple.

The father patted his son slowly. He just chuckled a little at the manner of his son. He remembered when he would propose to Andrian's mother decades ago. A second later, the middle-aged man exhaled a rough breath as the memories of the separation with his ex-wife flashed in his mind.

''May she be the best woman for you, Andrian, "her mind is hopeful.

''It's not yet H day. It was more stressful than today."

''Since when did my father become more," the young man sneered.

''Come on, let's go in ... It's not good to be outside for too long."

Andrian's family entourage of just four entered immediately into the grand residence of Maura's parents. Their arrival was very well welcomed by the homeowners directly.

''Please, come in." greeted Bram with his hospitality, "my daughter is getting ready, in a few minutes she will come down."

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Maura stared at her reflection in front of the mirror, a knee-length dress modeled off shoulder wrapped perfectly in her body shape, not tight but very fitting. Plus natural makeup with wavy hair that is deliberately draped further adds to the charming impression of the woman's appearance.

He breathed in air, as much as possible, then took it out slowly. Time and time again, convince yourself that this is the best path for her life. This is the destiny he has to live.

''Ma'am, the time to come out is waiting."

Mira's voice broke the woman's daydream. He tried to force his best smile so that no one would suspect if he was forced to undergo this matchmaking.

''Wow, you are so beautiful" praised Mira when she was near the woman

''You can do it" said Maura.

''Come on, Ma'am, the prince can't wait to see his future empress."

Slowly, Maura climbed the stairs to the ground floor with her loyal hands flanked by her best friend. All eyes were on the woman, when she was right in front of her future husband. Andrian could not look the other way, his eyes glued to the beauty of his future wife.

''All right, because everyone has gathered. Come on, let's just start the show."

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''Arrrgghh!"

The sound of a hard object lashing was heard from the direction of a man's room. Her breath was hunted after a vase broke a large glass in front of her.

''You are evil, Maura, "he cried amid scattered pieces of glass.

His hand grabbed the golf stick within his reach, then swung it at the expensive jar around him, even the glass door leading to the balcony did not escape the target of his rampage.

Since that day, Emran has often been clamorous. Many have been the target of his anger, both servants at home and subordinates at the hospital. His appearance was very unkempt, his body looked thin, also a sideburn growing in the area of his face, similar to a husband who was left by his wife without news.

That's Maura's influence on Emran's life. He was very sorry for the insults he had made at that time. Want to apologize but prestige more dominating. As a result, he could only vent his frustration at the people around.

Divia who heard the commotion from the direction of her eldest son's room immediately approached. How surprised he was when he saw many glass fragments there.

The woman walked very carefully approaching her son who was still trying to regulate emotions. He also had time to glance at a cellphone that is still on is airing a live event on one of social media. Clearly, there was a woman pinning a ring on the burly finger of a man.

''So this is the cause," muttered Divia.

''What's wrong with you, brother? Why are you rampaging like a madman who destroys everything you meet" the woman scolded.

However, Emran reluctantly responded, his gaze still sharp forward as if wanting to skin his prey. His breath also seemed to hunt.

''Don't be stupid, Emran! Just because of that woman you're like this. Look, Shita! He was many times better than that woman. Open your eyes, Emran."

''Shut up, Mom!"

The stricken divia heard her son's jolt, she even had to gently wipe his chest.

''It's better for you to come out, I don't want to hear anything from your mouth" Emran said in a low tone.

''Emran-"

''Out, Mam. Before I vented my anger at my mother," the man continued.

Realizing that her son cannot be spoken to, Divia opts out before something unwanted happens. He switched to asking one of the maids to clean up the mess that was going on inside there.

''Are you satisfied, Mom? See your son like that?"