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Announcement of New Works

Hello!!

How are your dear Readers?

The author is back with a new work

"THE BLIND PAINTER IS MY HUSBAND"

Hayuk stopped by and his latest work author yaaa!

Keep strong and stay healthy

See you!

THAT SYNOPSIS!

Nalendra Widiyanto and Ayara Dahayu were forced to marry due to an accident. Ayara Dahayu, a beautiful girl and the only daughter of a famous businessman in the capital city was forced to marry Nalendra Widiyanto as a form of responsibility for his actions. One night, Ayara Dahayu was involved in an accident and the victim was Nalendra Widiyanto. Both of Nalendra's eyes were blinded by an accident. And hence, he was decided by his lover. The accident was resolved peacefully. Ayara will not be jailed on condition that she marry Nalendra. So does Nalendra who must marry Ayara who turns out to be her childhood friend-for the sake of her future.

How is the household running? Ayara spent only a few weeks in the capital before returning to Los Angeles to continue her studies. Beyond that, Ayara also has a lover there while Nalendra who is blind certainly has many limitations in his activities.

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And This is the Only Chapter

BRAKK!!

A car and a motorcycle were involved in an accident. The sound of the impact of the iron vehicle was deafening. People are flocking to see.

A young man stepped on his foot, shouting to hold his eyes. "Sakitt!! Sick it!"he screams in pain.

People called ambulances and police. Someone checked the car that was still in its place. Black car glass makes it difficult for people to see the contents of the car. Someone tried to knock, someone circled the car, preventing it from escaping.

Waiting minutes, the ambulance arrived. The now helpless young man was transported and taken to the hospital. Then the police came to secure the young man's motorbike and checked the car whose driver had not yet come out.

While in the Mercedes Benz car, the driver who is a woman is still shocked and afraid. Flashbacks to the accident and everything was so fast. He did not dare to get out of the car, afraid of the crowd. Not daring to run away. The rationale still works.

"Please come out." Police knocked on the car window. Fearfully, the woman came out. He lowered.

"Same woman!"

"The clothes are tight. Women of the night like her!"

"Bau alcohol. Not really a girl! Tight clothes, the smell of alcohol, work or what, mbak?"

"really. Looks like chasing flying hours. Carry the car so fast that it doesn't see the green light is red!" Someone chimed in.

The woman squeezed his hand. So scared. He could go to jail if the victim who was hit was killed. No, not just because of that.

"S-I didn't mean it, sir," he said with a pale face.

"There's CCTV, sir. It can be seen who is wrong. The victim was severe, his eyes were hit. The ma'am should be the same responsibility as the victim." A Father said while pointing to the location of CCTV.

"Good, Sir. Thanks for the information." Police nodded.

"Try the SIM check, sir. Mana knew not to have a SIM, it could increase the length of the article for him," said one who was a witness to the accident. The more pale the woman's face.

Of course the answer was greeted with a choir of people, checking the woman. "SIM and your identity?" Thankfully, there are police. At least safe from mob rage even if not verbally.

The woman immediately gave what was asked. "Ayara Dahayu's? Please come with us to the office."

"I didn't mean it, sir. Don't take me," asked Ayara. He was suffering from a huge anxiety.

"It can be talked about in the office, come on!"

Ayara. Ayara Dahayu, went with the police while her car was taken by one of the personnel who participated.

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Damn the fate of Ayara tonight. He was indeed from the bar and was on his way home, impatiently arriving in his warm room and even thrown into the cold detention room. His fairly open clothes make the cold air freely play with his open skin.

Ayara curled. Hugging her body, hoping to warm up a little.

"Yara!"

"Mama! Papa!" Himself stands. Welcomed his parents' hands from inside the cell. The tears that he had sustained broke. "Please Yara. Yara won't go to jail, Ma, Pa."

Mama Ayara was crying while her father was staring at the princess. There was disappointment in his heart. Moreover, the smell of alcohol is still carried away. "You drunk, Ayara Dahayu?" Ayara surprised. Fear ambushed him. He gulped, not daring to raise his head.

"Really, Yara?" The Mama chimed in. Investigating his daughter.

"Oh my God, son!! Why are you being like this?!" Mama Ayara is hysterical when she sees Ayara's clothes. As if he just realized. Now, Ayara's parents do not feel sorry for her child, but are angry, angry and embarrassed.

"This is the reason I opposed her studying abroad. So wild, being a badass! Even lying and deceiving his parents!!"maki Papa Ayara's.

"See what your behavior is about! The lives of people! The broken and embarrassed material you threw at us, Ayara! Why is it like this, huh?! Did we educate you less?! Or is this how you were educated there, huh?!" The mother was silent. He still calms himself. Then, the police came to quell the commotion.

Ayara was crying in the corner of the room. Wrong, he's guilty! To his parents and to his victims. "Loved Mama, Son! We we're proud of like this!"

"Sorry Ayara, Ma, Pa. Ayara's promise will change. This is the last one, Ayara promised, Ma, Pa. Please Ayara, Ayara is afraid …."

"Ayara doesn't want to be in jail, Ma, Pa. Ayara ... will do anything as long as Mama and Papa pleasein Ayara."

Ayara did not defend herself. He kept begging.

"Because of the new stone you remember us, huh?!"

Papa Ayara is still emotional. Disappointment is so great. Until her tears fell.

"sorry. Sorry."

Only the sobs came out of Ayara's lips.

"We'll see the condition of the victim." Mama Ayara is speaking. And they both left. Ayara is back alone. Lamenting fate.

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"The patient has finished surgery and will be transferred to the ward."

"What's the condition, Doc?"

"Alhamdulillah, the vital signs are stable. As for the condition of his eyes, we have to wait for the patient to come to his senses."

At least it's a relief. They thanked him and followed him to the ward that had been taken.

Nalendra Widiyanto, that's the name of the young man who was hit by Ayara earlier. The worst physical condition is his eyes. Others don't matter.

There were two bayah and a pair of young men. Their eyes are puffy.

Midnight instead of sleeping soundly even hangers hear the news of the accident of one of his children. "Possibly Nalen's eyes are blind." The oldest man said. His voice was very slow almost.

"I don't agree that he became a painter. However, it wasn't her blindness I expected." The old man broke.

"It's destiny, Pa! Don't want us to be like this."

"We better not think badly first. I hope Nalendra is okay." Wife soothes. Although it seems most likely it can't.

"Nalan, Nalin, pray for your brother to come to his senses soon, huh?"

"Yes, Ma. Mom and Dad, don't be so sad. Nalen is going to be fine, we have to believe!"nalin said, the youngest in the family.

"certain. Now we pray for Sister Nalen" said the mother.

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"The room's VVIP, Pa. Are we dealing with a big guy?" Mama Ayara was very upset. They were silent in front of Nalendra's ward.

"Don't be too uptight, Ma." Although Papa Ayara is more tense. They are indeed great people but above the sky there is still sky, right? Hopefully it can be solved in a family way.

Papa Ayara knocked on the door while saying her regards. Sounds from inside the ward.

"Widi?" Ayara's father was surprised to find out who opened the door of the patient's nursery victim who was hit by Ayara earlier.

"Congruous? Trainer?" Mr. Widi was equally surprised. So did Mama Ayara. They stared before finally smiling awkwardly except for Mama Ayara's imitation which was immediately sour.

"It looks like we got the wrong room, Pa," Ratih told her husband. Galuh realized the wife's dislike of Galuh, only that they had to confirm it.

"You ... Why are you here?"galuh asked. His son's accident was not made public. Is it a coincidence? He thinks like that.

"We have business, Galuh. Sorry in advance, was this room really the victim's room last night? His name is Nalendra Widiyanto?"tanya Widi made sure. Train squealed, he looked the other way.

Galuh smiled faintly, there was pain in his eyes, "have you forgotten? Nalendra Widiyanto is my son" he said slowly. Suddenly, Widi's eyes were rounded. And Ratih he looked back surprised. Memory after memory was present then both of them grimaced.

"Maybe because of too long loss of contact."

Galuh smiled wryly. It turns out so effective. "Let's go in. Nalen inside, not yet conscious."

They're inbound. "Oh Allah, Nalen!!" Ratih immediately scattered to see the condition of Nalen. Although there were not many tools attached to his body, those white cloth-covered eyes were extremely worried about him. Tears of Ratih fall.

Widi.

His mind said, why is it like this? Where does fate want to bring them back together?

"Nalen, wakeful, Nalen. This is Aunt Ratih," said Ratih. He was so late that he did not notice the fixed gaze of Widi's wife, Bianca. His forehead was furrowed, remembering who the woman who hugged his eldest son was sad.

"What's really going on, this? Who're you?" Bianca finally asked. Widi sighed softly.

"They're old friends of mine" Widi replied. "Then they came here to"

"Look, Widi." Galuh interrupts, except Ratih, Widi and Bianca stare at Galuh. "The one involved in the accident with your son is my daughter, Ayara Dahayu," Galuh told reporters.

Gawked.

Had wanted to vent emotions if met with the impactor of his eldest son. Apparently, the daughter of his old friend. Widi .. does not want to add to past conflicts. He closed his eyes, neutralizing the feeling of finding a middle ground.

Galuh recounted the chronology of the accident he got from police information, complete with CCTV footage. Last night's accident, purely the fault of their daughter who was driving at an above-average speed, not to mention in a drunken state. His daughter will be entangled in a layered chapter.

"So, you're the perpetrator's parents?!" Bianca is standing next to her husband. "What are you going to come here for? Take peace?!"pissed Bianca. He did not accept it, his favorite son was lying there in an uncertain condition. If what is feared is really happening, what is the future of Nalendra? Nalendra is not married. Not a lover either, anyway. Who wants to marry a blind man?!

"I don't want peace. I'll sue your daughter!!"bianca said firmly.

"You gonna do it, Widi?" I asked Widi. Although her daughter's mistake was fatal, she was disappointed, not willing that her beloved single daughter be in prison for a long time.

Widi dilemma. The greatness of the past comes alternately.

"of course! Because of your child's carelessness, our son is lying there. His eyes were injured, most likely - "Unable Bianca continued.

"Possibility …." Staggered. "My son will be blind," he said sadly.

"If he's blind, what about his future?!"exciting Bianca. Widi embraces his wife.

"We'll be responsible." Radih speaking. He wiped his tears.

"Then let your daughter go to jail!"bianca Sahut.

Ratih. He returned to the Galuh side. Then he looked at his husband, asking for approval. Galuh who was already a high-level soulmate with his wife nodded approvingly. Then, Ratih looked back at Bianca.

"If my daughter goes to jail, will it solve Nalendra's future problems if she goes blind? Yes, you can get a donor. But doesn't that take a long time? Is Nalendra able to wait?" Relax, Ratih has mastered the field of conversation. Moreover, he has an ace so that Widi agrees. Yes, just Widi, no need to consider Bianca.

"What do you mean? Do you think we can't afford an eye donor for Nalendra?!"

"Ah, of course I understand, Mrs Bianca. However, this is not a matter of wealth but time." Galuh let his wife take over.

"We have come to settle this matter with family. Coincidentally, no matter what fate, apparently met an old friend. Making me remember the past, past promises come back fresh in my memory. So, my daughter will be responsible by ... marrying Nalendra."

The eyes of Widi and Bianca were wide-eyed. What kind of responsibility is that?! "You are crazy!! I don't want to!" Bianca refused it hard.

"Promise is debt, Widi. We have to pay and we have filed. If you refuse, you're betraying my best friend, Nalendra's mother!"ratih's toilet that makes Widi silent is not wrinkled. Bianca looked at Widi's astonishment. As if demanding an explanation.

"What promise, Pa?"

"That's …."