
After a four hour thirty minute air journey, they are now at Helsinki Airport. They have been waiting for George for fifteen minutes.
“Have you taken care of everything?” asked Davis while wearing his sunglasses.
“All is in order,” replied George expressionlessly. But in his heart grumbling, he was left alone to prepare for the marriage of Davis and Diora.
“Good,” reply Davis without thanks as usual he did, really the man lacks manners. “Ayo,” take him to Diora to get to the car quickly.
“Iya patiently,” grumbled Diora.
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Now they are in Helsinki Cathedral, a place that will be used as a silent witness to the sacred promise of the two people who have not loved each other.
Davis is now in a special room with only himself and George. A private room that is deliberately for prospective grooms.
“You ready?” ask George to make sure.
“Of course,” reply Davis.
“You have decided to marry Diora .. You must begin to turn your obsession into love .. If not, then you can hurt her at any time,” George's advice as a friend.
“I know it,” says Davis. “What is he coming?”
“I didn't invite him,” replied George lightly.
“Why?” Davis's sharp eyes turned to look at George.
“Because I want you to forget about it and live happily with this choice of yours,” please George.
“I want you to invite him because I want to show him that I too will be married and live happily,”, '' George said with annoyance.
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Diora stared blankly at the reflection of herself on the large mirror before her. Take a breath and breathe deeply. Soon she will marry a man she just met, but no parents will witness and deliver her to the altar to be handed over to the groom.
“You look so beautiful,” as always someone from the entrance of the special room of the bride.
Made Diora turn her body to look at the person who had just entered.
“Why can you be here?” diora asked in surprise. There was a hint of unease squeezing him at this moment.
“Of course because I was invited,” reply Gabby. He asked Diora where she was with George when he had just arrived, so he knew the room where his best friend was.
Gabby immediately sat sweetly on the empty seat beside Diora. Turn the chair around to face Diora. “What did your question mean that night was this?” his pedicab.
Diora simply replied with a nod of her head while smiling bitterly.
“Why didn't you tell me you had a debt? Don't you think I'm a friend anymore? So you didn't tell me about your problem? Didn't I tell you that night, if you have a problem or a debt just tell me! I'll help you,” Gabby's nagging at length with a slightly elevated tone due to her annoyance.
“I'm sorry, I just don't want to burden you with my problems,”. He lowered his head and shed his tears silently.
Gabby raised Diora's head and cupped her best friend's cheek, then wiped Diora's tears with a tissue. “Make up you fade if you cry, you will be like a ghost if your mascar fade,” as well, making Diora a little chuckle imagining herself if like a female ghost.
“What debt do you have until you have to pay it by getting married?” Gabby's curiosity is stirring. “You have to tell it honestly.” The beads of the eyes of a pair of friends were clashing with each other emitting a sense of mutual strengthening.
Diora sighed before telling the truth. “I accidentally hit Bugatti La Voiture Noire's car and he asked me to change a new car .. three days, he only gave me three days to replace, then I have to marry her,” explained Diora without covering up a bit including when the chronology happened.
“Do you want to cancel this wedding? I'll help you pay for it,” bargain Gabby.