Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 188

...Beautiful Wedding's...

...part 4...

Aishe shrugged her hands, grabbing Mustafa's hand with a smile that adorned her lips. Her white dress dangled long, with a transparent white hood on her head. Simple makeup that seems simple without a lot of color, even glossy lipstick that looks very fitting carve the sweetest smile. She walks like a typical teenage girl, not looking like a pregnant woman, due to her gestational age of just three months.

Mustafa held the hand of his adopted daughter with a feeling. They walked hand in hand, out of the dressing room towards the event venue. Guzel, who at that time was asked to guard Mirey, walked first to the event venue to see the situation. As for Rubby, he walked behind Aishe, joining Rehan.

“Do you feel nervous, son?” mustafa asked who felt his foster daughter's hand was wet with sweat.

“Slightly. Just a little, Dad.” Aishe turned her head, looking at Mustafa who was also looking at her.

“Calm down, Daddy's here with you.”

The line at the corner of Aishe's lips looked curved, whereupon he smiled while nodding. He seemed to give up all his trust in Mustafa, and was convinced that the man was able to take good care of him. Just like when they were chased by some of Max's men, shortly after the bloody bomb incident a few months ago.

The sky was so bright this afternoon, the gentle breezy breeze added to the cool atmosphere. The clouds are seen several times as if to be a shade for the guests who have gathered and sit in their respective places. Table with a white theme, arranged so neatly on the edge of the Bosphorus strait which is still a hotel area. Altar decorated with fresh flowers looks very lively, also designed in white.

Classical music became a accompaniment, as Diego waited for the arrival of her bride at the altar where she stood accompanied by Ashan and Eraz. His smile line was very clear, he seemed impatient to meet the woman who had been half a year officially his wife. There was a feeling of impatience, which then made him nervous, even he took a deep breath several times.

His feelings were even far out of control as Aishe turned and walked towards him, along with Mustafa. The wind that blows breezy feels sharp piercing the eye, to make the clear circle that comes from his eyes dripping.

“Master, you okay?” ashan asked when he saw his master cry.

Diego nodded, then turned around and wiped the tears that had dripped down his cheeks. When after his tears dried, he turned back to look at the beautiful face of the wife.

It was tears of happiness and gratitude that gathered together into one. As well as the happy tears that he shed for the first time after 30 more years he lived. A smile was clearly engraved on the face of the man whose figure was known to be firm and cold as he looked at Aishe who was walking closer and closer to him.

As the four of them boarded the Altar, Rehan and Rubby split up, joined by several guests who stood watching the meeting between the two brides. And now, only Mustafa, his father, brought Aishe to meet her husband.

“I give my daughter to you, take good care of her,” Mustafa said.

“I'll take care of it, as best as I can.”

Mustafa reached out Diego's hand which he held, then pulled Aishe's hand and put their hands together. Their two smiles burst out, especially as Diego held Aishe's hands together.

“I, Diego Gulbar, will always love you and take care of you until my last breath.”

That little distance was quickly trimmed by Diego. Without the aba, he immediately landed his lips, tasting Aishe's lips. Her arriving romantic actions, successfully make the whole guest clap, including a long-haired woman, who has just come with Mirey's assistant.

“Then, I, Ishe Zevim Ibran, will gladly accept your care.” Aishe once again linked her lips, but this time it was not a fleeting kiss, but a deep kiss witnessed by many people including journalists.

An atmosphere full of happiness was created, but some people just seemed to wipe their tears. One of them is Mustafa, Guzel who is also soluble in atmosphere, also Mirey. In addition to dissolving in the atmosphere, some of them were also moved by the struggle they had been going through over the past few weeks.

May you always be happy, Madam, sir.

Be Happy Brother, Sister.

...☆TBC☆...

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