Mr. Ergan's Secret Wedding
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"Let's go, spout!"

Ergan the more careless he made, Tirta was most able to buy time. Just imagine, the journey that should only be passed twenty minutes to one hour because Tirta deliberately passed through the streets jammed. But Ergan was not affected, which is certain tonight Tirta had to go to the hospital.

After changing clothes, Tirta approached Ergan.

"Boss, forgive me..! I promise, I won't play secrets anymore, I swear!" Tirta squeezed by closing both hands and then raised both fingers.

"No excuses, wear your gloves!" Ergan's orders made Tirta snort angrily while wearing her gloves.

"Let's attack me."

"No way."

"Why? you are not brave? Ck, if I lie to you I'm brave." Upset Ergan.

Unwilling to waste any more time Ergan started attacking Tirta's face with her fists. But Tirta quickly held Ergan's hand.

"The more courageous you are!" Ejek Ergan

Tirta had no other choice but to withstand Ergan's blow.

In the next second Ergan again made his attack, this time his movement was faster than before, he turned around then kicked Tirta's stomach until Tirta bent over with pain. Not wanting to miss the chance Ergan again hit Tirta's shoulder with his elbow.

"Stop! you crazy huh? I want to go to the hospital."

Tirta restrained Ergan's movement with one hand forward, while the other held her aching stomach.

"That's my goal."

With ease Ergan replied. He opened his gloves, took a towel and wiped the sweat off his face, neck and shoulders.

"So much lo." Lirih Tirta's.

"Drink now. You crybaby. If you fight outside the hero. Sparring to complain." Ejek Ergan handed a bottle of mineral water to Tirta.

Tirta opened her gloves and grabbed a bottle of drinking water from Ergan's hand and drank it to the toilet.

"Yes, yes! I'm against my own boss. Where is gw. I still have a conscience. Not like you." Fierce Tirta.

"Ck, tell me you lost against gw." Ergan clucking.

"I don't want to fight. If you get hurt and go to the hospital first, who loses try?" Sergey Tirta.

"Who?!" Cut Ergan.

"Gw. who pays me if you're sick."

Ergan and Tirta headed to the locker, took clothes and went into the bathroom. After getting dressed, Tirta drove Ergan home.

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Lotus Village.

Dusk began to disappear, the clouds blackened, azan already on me. It is time for the Magrib prayer to be performed. The santri are already lined up to take saf inside the mosque. They immediately perform the congregational magrib prayer continued study until the time of Isya. This activity is carried out every day in the Darussalam Al-kharan boarding school.

After the prayers they had dinner together then rest.

Amelia helps Ms. Juminarti and Yuli clean the dining table and kitchen. When she finished, Amelia followed Pras to speak in her study. In the pesantren Pras has a special room for him to work. Pras is usually there after dinner.

This is where the two of them, sitting face to face on the sofa.

"Mmmm..." Amelia wanted to talk but didn't know how to start. Seeing Pras' shady gaze made his mouth instantly freeze. His fingers clenched together and moved.

Pras who saw Amelia like that became confused,

Amelia shook her head.

"Thank God, which Azka? why don't you bring her here, is she asleep?" Pras asked back.

"It."

"Well, is there something you want to say?" Pras asks because usually Amelia will meet him if you want to talk about something important.

"mmm.. Pras, I'm sorry about that earlier. Looks like our wedding plans have to be canceled." Amelia was a little nervous. His net was glued when he saw Pras' shady eyes.

"Why? didn't you agree yesterday? why did you suddenly change your mind?" Pras looked up at Amelia. Pras wanted to hold Amelia's hand, but it was impossible because they were not muhrim.

"I'm sorry Pras, actually I really want to start a new life with you. But Papa Azka found me. Until now we were husband and wife, because it turns out he never divorced me."

"You know where it came from? don't be easy to believe, she could be lying to get you back to her."

"He said it himself."

"You met him?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"When?"

"So early in the morning." Answer Amelia.

Pain, pain, pain.

Pras rubbed his face rough with the look of his face changed pias, his eyes were sad looking at Amelia. His mind was twisted considering who Amelia had met today. The answer is Ergan and Tirta. But he thinks Amelia doesn't interact too much with Tirta.

"What can't-don't Ergan? ah, shit! turns out I've brought the wrong people to this boarding school. If I hadn't brought them here, maybe my relationship with Amelia would have been fine. And we're getting married next month." Batin Pras's.

"Sir Ergan?" Guess Pras exactly.

Amelia nodded making Pras instantly rewind her back leaning against the chair. His body immediately limp and helpless. Who would have thought if the woman he had been craving for was Ergan's wife. A wealthy businessman who has many businesses, especially in the construction sector.

"The message, when I saw Amelia facing Ergan was different from their attitude, looked very awkward. I could see Ergan's gaze on Amelia so wistfully. Azka and Ergan were also very close and their faces were very similar. When they saw Azka and Ergan, they were also very close, their faces were very similar, definitely because Ergan was Azka's father. Yep.. God..what should I do? I love Amelia so much that when she opened her heart to me, you kept us away." Batin Pras's.

"Pras, honestly I feel comfortable being here, being part of your family and mom feels so warm and peaceful. But I can't be selfish. If I stay here, I'm sure Ergan will take Azka away from me. Do you know how powerful he is? he can find me wherever I hide. It's just a matter of time. And now that he has seen me, I can no longer run away from him. Actually Tirta found me a few months after I got here. But I asked him to keep my whereabouts to Ergan a secret. Whether I'm happy living with him in the future, I don't know either." Amelia.

"Amel, if you're not sure if you're happy with her then don't walk away from me. If your little heart wants to stay here with me, I can protect you from him. I'd do anything if you wanted to stay with me." Pras Reveal.

"You don't know him very well. Even if I don't want to go with him, he won't let me go, let alone Azka among us. And then, let me go. Tomorrow he'll pick me up. I'm sorry Pras, I'm not the right woman God sent for you, I hope someday you get better than me. I will not forget your kindness, will you consider me a brother?" Amelia Melas.

"Where might I consider you a brother. I love you with all my heart. It hurts so much to hear you're leaving. Have you thought about it?" Prasetyo still hopes Amelia will change her decision.

"This is best for everyone. I'm sure!"

Pras breathed a heavy sigh. His tightness made him unable to breathe comfortably. His gaze was sad, his heart hurt like it was pierced by a sword many times. It was hard to let go of the man he loved after his wife's departure. Amelia is the one who lately became the encouragement of her life.

"Price."

"Go, I want to be alone."

Pras ended their conversation. He could not stand facing Amelia. If cuddling is not a sin, she would love to embrace Amelia and say 'don't go, stay here with me until death do you part'.

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