Not Casanova
BC.CHAPTER 1 [Qobul District]

...I accepted the marriage and marriage of Helen Valentia bint Valeno Santoso......

The chant of the qobul ijab coming out of the handsome young man's mouth somehow made Helen's heart tremble, even adult girls decorated with natural make-up with white kebaya sprinkled with swarovski diamond stones look very flattered.

"Stupid why can I admire her voice that must be just acting? Heh...Even foolishly my ears thought that his voice was melodious, ah I must have gone mad." Helen's inner self by closing her beautiful netra decorated with lentic eyelashes.

Yep... Helen Valensia or the bride was sitting next to the groom named Cakra Frankins.

"HUH?" ask pak penghulu with his loud voice.

"SAAAAAAAAAHHHH..." The sound that sounded in unison made Helen and Cakra spontaneously stare at each other, but because she still felt foreign Helen turned her face back.

"Nak salim used to be with your husband, son Cakra is now a priest in your small family, so the wife is obedient ya nduk." Just now Helen threw away the view so as not to look at the young man who has now been titled husband, suddenly from his left side, from his left side, ms. Rosma or the birth mother of Helen said that her daughter who was in the betrothed of the conglomerate family was polite worthy of her godly wife.

"Yes ma'am." said Helen who then returned to face Cakra, the girl with the title of wife turned her right hand to shake hands with her husband.

Unwilling to embarrass the family in front of the invited guests Cakra immediately warmly welcomed Helen's hand, in her soft, white clasp of Helen's skin, without hesitation also Cakra kissed her wife's forehead.

Helen's pounding heart gets the sweet treatment of Cakra, and it makes the shadow of her past that she had been hard to throw away now even seeped back in her memory...

There the girl sat with the same colored kebaya yes it was white kebaya but different prices and models of course.

Still vividly remembered Helen waiting for the arrival of her lover who had been saying goodbye to the toilet for a while but this had been almost two hours long, Ferdi prospective husband never come too.

Even pak pengulu has waited more than half an hour, "Mbak, if long can it be delayed after my second schedule? this I have to move." said pak penghulu politely.

"Geez sir don't rush so to, wait a minute, yes, I will pay more deh" said Miss Rosma at the time.

Helen who was already embarrassed because of waiting for it her end decided to stand up.

"Where are you going nduk?" asked Rosmah who saw her daughter standing up from her sitting.

"You're looking for Ferdi's mas buk." she said still with a sweet smile.

"But nduk, it's not good the hero-wives bride at the event that has almost started this." Rosmah reminded.

"No matter what, Helen can take care of herself" said Helen reassured Rosmah.

Helen walked into the hallway where the lavish toilet was located, read by the beautiful netra of the bride-to-be with toilet paper complete with her arrows.

Keep walking without a doubt Helen is now approaching the closed toilet door, "Ah. ah.. ah.. yes baby..."

Helen had to stop her steps when she heard the familiar sigh.

Screaming the girl's body when Ferdi's voice was ringing in his ears, "No way right?" clean up by closing his mouth.

"Fer. dih ah... emh... don't be tight.. ough.. nan.. tih ah.. da heard." Now the voice of the woman is heard, with a faint Helen heard the voice mention the name of her future husband.

Almost collapsing, limp Helen's feet found the bitter reality, Helen's breath up and down, with the remaining courage Helen held the toilet's door handle and opened it forcibly.

FIDDLE... FIDDLE... FIDDLE... GRAK!!!

Not his open door handle was even broken, and it invited the attention of Office Boy who worked in the multipurpose building.

"What's wrong, mbak?" ask him politely.

"His watch mbak step aside first, let me help ya?" still politely the OB said.

DUGH-DUGH... The skinny body of the OB hit the closed door.

"Try using a foot mas, where it is easier, about her I wear a skirt so can not" suggested Helen say and easily obeyed mas OB.

Taking a swipe the skinny man concentrated his strength on the right leg and BRAK!!

The PVC toilet door opened with the legs of the OB mas stuck there.

"Aduhduhduh.mbak-mbak pleasein, my leg..." Putting aside the heart-wrenching scene, Helen preferred to help OB.

After standing properly, "This is not locked, but it's even ngunki!" OB said after seeing two people with standing and half-naked positions that unite the core of his body.

Taking a deep breath that felt heavy Helen immediately said, "Oh so gini yes Fer reply you, well, just marry her! I don't want to live with you!"

Helen immediately ran away leaving the stricken perverted couple, "Loh loh, mbak! where the hell's she going?" shouted OB by running after Helen.

With a little roll up the kebaya couple's skirt Helen ran into the building.

"What's up?" asked Rosmah who saw her daughter's face had been torn by tears.

Not answering Helen just shook her head, the new OB mas came and did not know anything it became the purpose of spying the families and invited guests.

"Who are you? what do you want to follow my son?" rosmah asked firmly.

"Sa.. i..."

"What are you, my son?!" sela Valeno is Helen's father, clutching the collar of an OB mas shirt that doesn't know anything.

"STOP! He's not wrong sir!" at the end of her Helen let out her voice.

Now all eyes are on the girl with the white kebaya but sad face.

"Fers... Ferdi's... Helen doesn't want to get married!" resolutely.

No longer want to see the sneers of the invited guests Helen ran out of the wedding building.

Her family followed where the girl was running but Helen had gotten into a car that belonged to no one.

"Mas! Street mas!" helen said to the young man in the black shirt.

"Lo think I'm a driver?!" shouted the young man in black glasses.

"If you're not a driver, why do you sit in the steering wheel?" sorry Helen said.

"This is my car...

Whose car was Helen in?

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