Replacement Bride
PROMOTION OF NURMAY'S NEW NOVEL

MR. AGRA'S FAVORITE GIRL

How it feels to be left for good on your wedding day. A day that should make me happy, but it makes me hurt.

And the beautiful girl must also accept insults and insults, and be stamped as the unlucky girl.

Then suddenly, there was a man who was willing to marry her in order to throw away the misfortune. The man she did not know at all, suddenly became her husband.

Who is that man? And what is their home life? Will love grow in their hearts?

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Chapter 1

In a beautiful countryside, precisely in the Gunawan family residence is decorated with wedding knickknacks, in the decor in such a beautiful way, in such a beautiful way, but the residents of the house are not happy but the sound of crying is the one that is mutually simple.

The happy atmosphere was no longer there. Yellow flags were raised on several sides of the house. Mourners arrived after hearing a news that was echoed from the village surau.

A girl was bowed with grief because in front of her was the corpse of a man she loved, surrounded by relatives and guests who should come to be happy but must say condolences.

Kiran Wulandari, the name of the girl who was supposed to be queen overnight on her wedding day, is now transformed into a girl full of grief. With an all-white wedding dress complete with beautiful makeup, Kiran flooded her with tears that continued to flow freely.

Kiran feels like a girl who brings bad luck and that's what the villagers believe. When a girl is abandoned by her lover right on the wedding day will be stamped as the unlucky carrier girl!

Not only other people, even your own family will think like that. And that is evident at this time, the father of Kiran had gone to his waist as high as his chest with a large bag containing clothes belonging to Kiran.

Really, Kiran's suffering is already very complete. Her lover died on their wedding day, and the father who was preparing to throw her out for thinking of herself as a bad girl.

“You can go, before I drag you out!” Put Gunawan out on his daughter.

“Dad... He's our son, why is this old man,” bela Dini, the mother of Kiran.

“Mother does not need to interfere, she is indeed our child, but she will bring bad luck to the future.” Kiran who heard it could only cry sobbing, the pain was very real, not only were the other people who scolded her even her own biological father came to insult her.

“True Gun, you have made the right decision. If your son still lives in this village, will be feared the arrival of bala,” timpal salasatu villagers who speak according to the beliefs of the people there.

“Then, how could he escape that misfortune?” A barinton sound rang out from behind the crowd.

All eyes were on him, squeaking in wonder, who was this man? Why look foreign.

A middle-aged man immediately approached the man, his eyes widened with a bright smile then said, “tuan Agra! Welcome to our village. Hey you guys.. This is the landlord and owner of the oil palm plantation where you work!” said the middle-aged man who served as the village head there with a stir.

“I asked once again, how to make the girl's misfortune disappear.” The man named Agra repeated his question in such a loud tone.

“Master, there is only one way. If there is a young man who is ready to accommodate the girl's misfortune. By marrying her right on the seventh day from now,” explained the village chief.

“Well then, let me marry her, right now! ” Firm Agra so loud which certainly makes everyone stupefied.

All mourners were troubled by hearing Agra's words, as well as Gunawan and Dini. “You don't mess around, this isn't a guyonan.” Gunawan interrupted.

“Do I look messy? But on condition that you or anyone who comes from this village should not be in contact with him. Because I'll take him away from here.”

“Let me marry you, take his place even without love from you.” Alex stared directly at the netra Kiran.

“Reza... I'm sorry.” Lirih Kiran who keeps glancing towards the room that has the body of her lover.

Event after event Kiran has done. Agra will take her, but Kiran begs to delay their departure before Reza's funeral is complete.

“Where is your pride? No one wants you here.” Clearly Agra made Kiran bow down sadly even though it was true.

Agra grabbed Kiran's hand, moved from there, and followed Dini who also woke up from sitting. “Nak Agra's... Can you give me a minute more,” said Dini by pleading.

“Nak? I'm not your son! Call me, Mister!”

“Hei young man, you don't be insolent! She's the mother of the girl you married!” Sambar Gunawan was annoyed at Agra's arrogant attitude.

“The girl I married has no one, she is a child after you no longer accept her!”

“If you are his mother, you will fight to the last blood so that your son does not drive out of his own house, but no! You can only bow obediently to the words of your husband! Ayok!!” Agra pulled Kiran and brought her from there. Dragging him to the front of his car without caring for the cry of Kiran who was in revolt asked to be released.

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In a magnificent house, Agra takes Kiran there, who can be sure that the house is his. There was still a soft sound from Kiran but Agra did not care about it.

With her cold demeanor, Agra opened the car door and grabbed Kiran's hand. No, not dragging him like that, but this time more precisely, holding Kiran until she entered the house and a room.

Warm and soft hands, a little make Kiran pounding, because the man who is currently holding her hand, a man she does not know at all but has become her husband.

A man who is willing to bear the misfortune as told by his villagers. But Kiran still doesn't understand, why would Agra want to do it all, and who is Agra?

In between her daydreams, Kiran realized that she was already in a room and her hand had slipped from Agra's grasp.

Kiran just stayed by the side of the bed while watching Agra who was closing the big curtain that turned out to be still wide open.

“You rest first. I will call you after the food is ready,” Agra said as he passed away.

There was no word from Kiran, as she was also still clumsy on how to interact with the man who had suddenly become her husband.  Even he also forgot his name even when Ijab kabul earlier he heard the name clearly.

Kiran sat on the edge of the bed, her memory still drifting on the body of her beloved lover, the man who had been with her until when they would realize their dream of being united in the village, but the dream suddenly disappeared due to the sudden death of Reza.

His head turned upward, alone in a room made him continue to remember the fateful tragedy, moreover having to accept the slur by calling himself a pesky carrier girl, and it came out of my father's mouth.

Her first love, the one she once thought was her life angel, the one who was so important to her. Suddenly shatters his feelings just because of a myth that developed in his village.

“Dad... Why do you have so much heart,” Kiran who returned to shed her tears. His heart that was broken because of the father's words still felt sore. His chest he pressed hard hoping the pain was a little less but instead made him more tight.