Tarnished Before Accident
Chapters 17. Bride that Sucks

Dusk just came down. Her silvery glow reflected softly at the end of my hijab. A gust of wind gushed coldly across my face, as if representing a heart that felt so silent.

Even though today was my wedding day, it was not the happiness I felt, but a dense fog that seemed to come in front of my eyes. Not in tune with my lips that curl a smile, because my vision suddenly blurred and dewy.

My wedding took place in a mosque on the outskirts of town. A marriage that looks silent because there is no presence of one family. Witnesses who knew our marriage were mostly from the surrounding population and some employees who Kak Rey deliberately sent from his company. A magistrate had sat cross-legged facing each other with the ruler, separated by a small table with the Quran on it. We are waiting for Rey's presence.

My fingers were clinging to each other, very nervous about a situation like this. Is Rey coming to remember last night she just had a bullet removal operation?

Although this marriage is very simple unlike the wedding celebration in general, still I will be very hurt if Kak Rey finally does not come to do the kabul ijab procession that he asked for since last night. However, a bride will feel very embarrassed if the marriage is done very simply ended void because the bridegroom did not come.

We waited almost an hour. Unpleasant whispers began to sound in my ears. I tried to remain patient and pray that the nightmare would not continue until I humiliated myself on my own wedding day.

"Sir Rey, where are you?"

I sent a message to Rey, but it seems that the message was not read by her. I also contacted him, but his phone turned out to be inactive.

Don't let him mess with me by not attending this wedding. I wouldn't forgive him if it happened. Don't expect him to see his son later if today he really intends to embarrass me.

The guests began to get impatient. Some have stood up to leave the place, some are trying to be patient by chatting even though the chat material is not friendly to be heard.

My eyes are starting to dew. My lips vibrate.

Rey, why are you so evil? I refused to marry you, but you forced me to. But what are you doing now? You have ruined my trust.

Everyone's staring at me. I lowered my head, hiding my tears and disappointed face. I squeezed my hand just to vent my frustration towards Rey. That man has gone too far.

Nearly two hours passed. I can't take it anymore. The corner of my eye has dripped clear liquid. I hurriedly wiped it, staring at everyone with a stern face. I was not that cryful, crying over the man who could hurt and disappoint me.

They all looked at me anxiously especially the employees of Rey. I don't give a shit. It's all over. There is no wedding today.

I moved from my position, which had been sitting cross-legged, carrying the bouquet of flowers I had placed next to me.

They seemed panicked and confronted me immediately, but I immediately pushed aside to give me a way. This heart feels tremendous pain when lying is shown in an inhumane way.

Why is Rey that old?

No one dared to stand in my way. I'm tired of this drama. Maybe Rey thinks all this is just a game. Really, the game he was referring to was not funny at all.

I tried hard when my heart was broken with its absence. Walk past the invited guests to get out of this holy house immediately. Stupidly I was being played with by him. I should have realized when he said he only loved Sister Rena. How can a husband who loves his wife marry another woman, right? But, I just believe with all the words that sound sincere from his lips.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Because Rey, I dare to curse in the mosque area. Shouldn't he have taught me a lesson like this? What is my fault with him? Am I not just a victim. He was so willing to do this to me.

Rey, I hate you.

I looked down for shoes to wear. The voice of the invited guest was heard sneering at my actions. Really, I tried to raise my ears so that the taunts didn't make me worse.

At last with great difficulty I put on the shoes. Those high heels suddenly made me have trouble walking. Again I cursed in my stifled cry. Maybe I'm like a crazy woman on the wedding day.

I'm honestly confused where I'm going. My mind floated with worry. Going back to a hotel is like embarrassing myself. But I have nowhere else to go.

I must accept this shameful experience by strengthening my heart. Cannot fully believe in the seduction of men. I cursed myself.

Alea, why are you so stupid?

Until when I reached the gate of the mosque, a motorbike whose rider was wearing a green jacket and a green helmet with the logo of the ojek onlie company flashed, then stopped right in front of me to make me stop my steps. A passenger wearing a neat stelan descended from the top of the motor while removing hundreds of thousands of shards.

"The return is for you alone" he said, releasing the helmet on his head.

Suddenly, instantly my eyes were shocked.

Rey ... ride on the ojek?

"Thank you, Mum." I heard the motorcycle taxi driver say thank you, then turned his bike to leave in front of me.

And now, the man that I had wanted to scold and scold instead smiled sinlessly at me.

"Why outside? Wanna take the ojek?"

Jesus, listen! The question is very annoying.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I stuck him in the bouquet I had brought with me. I hit him many times without stopping. I'm upset, I'm upset. Yes, God, why have such an obnoxious husband-to-be?

Rey's sister only blocked my blow with her left arm raised. He looks relaxed with my attitude that feels like he wants to kill people. I want to beat him again, if I can take off my high heels and hit him many times until he's battered. But, I can't bear to. He's still in pain, isn't he? Last night he had just had surgery, surely the pain had not fully healed.

After being content to beat him with a bouquet of flowers until the beautiful flowers fell in the paving outside the mosque, then I stopped.

"Why stop? Who did you say was stupid?" ask her with the same expression .. sucks.

"I'm the fool!" reply upset. My face really cannot be conditioned. Can't smile at all let alone respond to her jokes. Rey did not try to persuade or comfort me, but without asking my permission she gently pulled my long kebaya arm, inviting me back into the mosque.

"So, I'm not too late, am I? Can we still get married?" whisper in my ear.

I only obeyed when Rey's burly arm pulled me and led me to enter the holy house. I don't know, in that second also my annoyance and anger subsided, gone nowhere. A smile suddenly appeared on my lips. The invitations seemed calm by sitting around every corner of the room. Rey and I are in the middle of where there is a guardian and a regent ready to marry us.

And today, in the second week of November, Rey and I officially became a couple.

I welcomed his hand, kissing the back of the burly hand with impiety. The corner of my eye feels wet, dewy. Didn't expect that this simple event turned out to be so sacred and moving. If both my parents were present. If there was a family who enlivened and witnessed this, so perfect my marriage. However, I realize. This is just a status marriage, not the real marriage that women dream of.

He kissed my forehead with my eyes closed. Then, his lips whispered something. "Alea, thank you for marrying me."