My employer, my husband
Chapter 18

"I'm sorry, son."

Ms. Radia has said sorry dozens of times. However, Nazia still remained silent. He is still devastated by this incident. Though in fact, deep down in his heart, he had forgiven their mistakes.

Miss Radia finally decided to go home. He couldn't wait to stare at the poor girl's face. Miss Radia approached Nazia and then planted a warm kiss on the top of the girl's head.

"Mother love you, Zia. Forgive me," said Miss Radia interrupted by sobs. "preferably I go home first, son. Mom and Dad want to find Aditya's whereabouts who went somewhere."

After saying that, Miss Radia immediately said goodbye. When the Danish approached the modest house of Nazia, Miss Radia and Mr. Dodi had already waltzed away and they did not have time to meet face to face.

"Excuse me, Mum. May I meet Nazia?" danish asked Bi Narti who was sitting pensively in his house.

Bi Narti raised his head then looked at the smiling handsome man beside him. He watched the man from head to toe.

"Who are you, son? Nazia's friend?" bi Narti asked while wiping her tears that had flowed on both of her wrinkled cheeks.

"My name is Danish. I'm a friend of Nazia's, Mom." Danish extended her hand to Bi Narti.

Bi Narti welcomed Danish's hand. "You know what just happened to Zia? He's sad, son. Aunty does not know if Nazia is willing to accept guests for now" Bi Narti said with teary eyes looking at Danish.

"I beg you, Mom. Just sec. I promise to leave immediately if Nazia is disturbed by my presence" Danish said.

Bi Narti seemed to think for a moment and after a while, he nodded his head. "Alright, Son. Come, Auntie take her to her room."

Danish helped the middle-aged woman get up from her seat then followed Bi Narti's footsteps towards Nazia's room.

"That's it, son."

Bi Narti pointed towards Nazia who was still sitting pensively on the edge of her bed.

"Meet her. It was possible that with that, it could reduce the burden in his heart a little." After saying that, Bi Narti immediately walked away.

Now there is a Danish man standing at the door of Nazia's room. He looked at the girl with the bride with a look of pity. He did not expect that the fate of the girl was so tragic, abandoned the future husband on his wedding day.

Tok ... tok .. tok!!!

"Can I come in?"

Danish knocked on the door that had been open since. Slowly Nazia turned her head and she was surprised when she found the Danish figure in front of her bedroom door.

"Mr Danish? What are you doing here?" nazia asked in astonishment as she wiped her tears.

He tried to remember if he ever invited the man to his wedding. However, after being remembered, he never told about this wedding let alone invite Danish to a simple wedding party.

Can I come in?!" ask Danish again, because the girl did not let herself into her room.

"Of course, sir. Come in" replied Nazia.

Danish approached the girl and grabbed a wooden chair in front of the mirror. The chair that Nazia used when decorating with MUA this morning. Danish sat on the chair smilingly staring at Nazia's disheveled face.

"I'm sorry for my sudden arrival, Nazia. I had absolutely no idea that today was your wedding day" Danish said.

Nazia lowered her head. The sad feeling came back to him. "I'm really embarrassed, Mr. Danish. This marriage failed because the man went somewhere" Nazia said.

Danish grabbed Nazia's arm that was soaked with cold sweat and tears that had since fallen into the girl's hands.

"Nazia, come with me." Danish got up from his seat while clasping Nazia's hand.

"Meet Mr. Penghulu," asked Danish.

"For what?!" nazia asked who was getting more astonished.

"Marry you" she answered briefly and clearly.

Nazia's lips are crabbed. He is no longer able to speak. Moreover, the current Danish actually led him out of the room and met Bi Narti. Nazia looked at that wide back from behind. For some reason his heart felt more comfortable and calmer when Danish clasped his hands.

Bi Narti looked up at Danish who was holding Nazia's hand. The man approached her with a warm smile.

"Mom, where is Mr. Pengaduluhnya? I'm willing to marry Nazia."

"Is that true, son?" tanya Bi Narti with teary eyes. He could not believe that Danish would marry his poor niece.

"I'm serious, Mom. And I promise to make Nazia happy" he said, pulling Nazia's hand until she stood next to him very close.

"All right, all right." In a hurry Bi Narti ran out of the house and looked for the whereabouts of Mr. Penghulu who had been anxious to return to his residence.

"Where was Mr Penghulu?" bi Narti asked one of his neighbors who was still willing to help serve the remaining invited guests.

"There, Mom! Come on, hurry up. The president is ready to go home!" exclaim that woman.

Bi Narti also ran back to chase after Mr. Penghulu who was ready to step foot leaving the party.

"Sir, Mr. Penghulu!" yelled Bi Narti.

Mr. Penghulu turned around and looked at Bi Narti who was now approaching him.

"Sir, the bridegroom has arrived. Now we'll just do the wedding, sir. I beg you," said Bi Narti with a breath of breath.

"All right then."

Bi Narti and Pak Penghulu rushed towards the guarantee because Nazia and Danish were already sitting there waiting for their arrival.

The news spread very quickly. The invited guests who had been home, now came back again because they were curious about the figure of the man who would become Nazia's future husband.

They regroup and witness the marriage of Nazia and Danish which is about to begin. After a series of events and prayers, Danish finally confirmed Nazia as his wife.

"I marry and I marry you Danish Armani Putra bin Keanu Armani Putra with Nazia Anastasya bint Yusuf Maulana with his bride in the form of cash worth one million rupiah, paid in cash.”

I accept his marriage and the marriage of Nazia Anastasya bint Yusuf Maulana with her mascarina, paid in cash.”

"How's the witness, Sah?"

"Well!"

The guests applauded. They are also happy to see Nazia's marriage which was delayed and considered void by everyone.

Nazia grabs Danish's hand and kisses her. Meanwhile, Danish put a warm kiss on the forehead of the girl who is now legitimately his wife.

"Thank you, Mister. Master has saved me from the shame I will endure for life. And I promise I will devote myself to you, sir." - shrieked Nazia with teary eyes.

"There's no need to talk like that, Nazia. I sincerely did it and I don't want anything from you in return. Enough to be my wife" Danish grabbed Nazia's face and smiled at the girl.

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