Mohabbat
Wh who?

The bridal night they were supposed to use for the sacred ritual of the unification of love, alternated with the event of going around the party room again. Guests this time more than before, understand the brother's colleagues are not less like their father.

"It seems like the night was more crowded than last day, sister," said Daisha followed Dareen's footsteps despite feeling very tired after the party welcomed the invited guests this afternoon.

"You're right, most of them are friends. They come from all kinds of places with different professions" Dareen explained.

Daisha nodded. In the past, he had many friends. Loved, even many are asking for help from him. Not only because he is rich, but he is smart. However, when both of his parents died, and he was declared bankrupt no one wanted to befriend him.

Daisha sighed, all of that had passed, but even so sometimes it still loomed clearly in the eye. As if it just happened.

"You tired? We can sit there," asked Dareen to be taken by Daisha quickly.

Honestly, both of his legs could no longer move. Dareen took his wife to a table in the corner, far away from the other table. They sat side by side while linking fingers.

Where is he? Why can't I feel his presence? I hope they are different people.

I don't know who Daisha is looking for? His heart was busy scouring every taste present. Do not want to lose a figure that always disturbs the calm. It was uncomfortable and made him uneasy.

"Where's your brother, brother?" daisha asked after a while they fell silent.

Dareen who was staring at the guests turned to his wife, looking at the look of Daisha's face that looked tense.

"What's wrong? Brother has not entered the room, may still be in a special room with his candidate," said Dareen guessing the existence of the brother.

"Don't know who his future fiancee is?" ask Daisha again want to glance at Dareen, but free.

"Well, you know her, too, baby." Dareen smiled when she saw the wrinkles between Daisha's eyebrows.

"really? In Jakarta, there is nothing I know other than the family of my brother, and .. oh or don't-don't .. the woman is meant by Brother? Aleena?" guess Daisha exactly.

Dareen shook her head, she could not fool Daisha or lie to him at all. The girl really had an incredible sensitivity. Is he someone who is highly trained? Dareen's heart wonders who Daisha really is.

"You are amazing. Always precise and never misdirected" said Dareen staring in admiration at the girl beside him.

Daisha rounded her lips, smiling strangely unexpectedly Aleena was so persistent and did not give up. Daisha knew something was planned for her. Otherwise, he will not accept the proposal of Cakra which incidentally is the brother of the man who has rejected it.

"So right, yeah. It turns out she is a persistent woman and does not give up easily, but maybe with so can treat her heart that is sick because it can not marry you. Because at any time, I will never take off mine," Daisha said as she clenched her hands.

Dareen gulped, the fur that ran down his throat felt thorny and piercing. Seeing the other smile on his lips, he knew Daisha was threatening not only the woman who wanted Dareen, but also him.

Their calm was disturbed when a waiter brought them a drink.

"Thank you." Dareen accepts and picks up the glass in front of her, but Daisha quickly prevents her from drinking it.

"What's wrong?" Dareen asked confusedly, his throat suddenly just dried up and needed to be washed something fresh.

The man stared in horror at the glass in his hand, he gulped down the gathered saliva to wet his throat. Really, who wants to hurt them?

Daisha takes Dareen's glass and keeps it away from them. He took his glass and put it close to his nose.

"So don't look!" he asked, bringing the glass down.

Not far from them there is a flower plant as a decoration. Flowers are alive and look healthy, Daisha knows because it can smell the leaves. He poured the drink over the flowers, witnessed by Dareen who did not blink.

Slowly, but surely. The leaves on the flower began to wither and turn black. Then it fell to the ground and the tree was dying. Dareen's breathing stopped for a while, her eyes widened and her heartbeat made her claustrophobic. Dareen dropped the body on the back of the chair, holding his heart racing.

Is that really what he's been thinking all along? Someone wants them dead, but who? Is one of the people who has a problem with him? Wh who?

Daisha sighed, it was not in vain that she studied hard when her late uncle taught her. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to know the types of dangerous substances.

"What if that substance gets into our body? You can imagine it, right? Some want to make us wretch, but they'll never touch us. God is with His faithful servant" Daisha said.

He clenched his hand, made a small crack in the glass and threw it into the flower pot.

"Who did it?" gumam Dareen is clean and flattened.

Daisha smile.

"We can never get everyone to like us, sister. Hate, let them remain in their hatred for their own reasons. All of this is true and we cannot refuse. All this could have come from the envy and envy of someone who is not happy to see Brother happy. We don't know, do we? And can't guess it, but as time goes by God will definitely open the veil that covers all mysteries" Daisha said gently.

He fumbled Dareen's trembling hands, rubbing them gently before linking back their fingers. A touch that gives strength to Dareen's fragile heart. A touch that creates the belief that as long as they are together and trust each other, nothing bad will happen.

Dareen sighed, normalizing the heartbeat that had been so late in shock. His fingers clasped tightly to the wife's, looking for peace of heart. Just being with the girl, she knew what trust and confidence meant.

Daisha had a firm belief in God, she believed the Power would never allow His believing servant to experience anything bad. Unless it's just a test, to raise their faith.

Dareen loosened his grip after regaining his composure. He turned his head and smiled at the wife who looked ordinary after knowing the reality of the bad thing.

"Thank you, I'm grateful to have met you. Thank you for accepting me as your husband even though you know I'm just a weak man. Thank you." Thank you."

Dareen kissed the back of Daisha's hand and grabbed her. He was thankful to the Creator.

"We are brought together to depend on each other and complement each other. Not to show each other greatness. I was also grateful to have found Big Brother back then, a kind-hearted gentleman again gently."

Daisha dropped her head on the chest of her husband's field. The hustle and bustle of the voices of many people they do not care about, drifting in the togetherness of time given by God.

"He's coming again!"