The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Simply Feel

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Nayla was pacing back and forth, her heart pounding incoherently. His face did not display the happiness that should be seen as a bride-to-be who will be with her prince. Suppose this is a marriage desired by both of them without a written agreement and signed. Of course, today is a historic day in the life of Nayla Suherman. However, reality. Today is his marriage to Mr. Mahendra Wijaya the owner of Wijaya Group, just for the sake of his father's recovery. There is no word of love in it, only the interconnected needs between them.

Today is the day agreed upon by a couple. The simple event as Nayla wishes has been well prepared by Gala Hilton, Mahen's personal assistant. In a short time everything was fixed. And Mahen has kept his promise.

The wedding will take place in a VVIP Hospital inpatient room caring for Nayla's father.

More precisely, Mr. Hadi wanted to watch the wedding of his only child on the hospital gurney.

Like rice has become porridge. It will not return to rice. For that Nayla tried to enjoy the porridge with various toppings to make it feel delicious.

The age difference between the two is not a barrier. Mahen's fashionable and macho appearance increasingly makes it look different with his age which is several years away entering the thirty-year mark.

By using a well-known designer and has become a regular customer of the Wijaya family. Nayla's bride is made as beautiful as possible? The kebaya that fits perfectly on Nayla's slender body is ivory white. It seemed to show the beauty of the nineteen-year-old girl's body. With natural and not excessive makeup attached to her beautiful face. Her hair was curled up and covered in neatly decorated white veils, further mesmerizing Nayla's appearance, today. And it looks more mature than its age.

"It's beautiful, Mother's Daughter," praised Ms. Nayla to the princess who was finished by the MUA team prepared by Gala.

Nayla blushed in shame. "Thank you, Mommy. Forgive Nayla who has not been able to make Mom and Dad happy" Nayla said briefly. With teary eyes.

Nayla hugged her mother tightly. Asking for his blessing and ridho prayers. Despite the marriage, it was far from his dream all along. Nayla wants a marriage only once in a lifetime. But destiny says something else. Nayla almost shed a tear from her beautiful bead. However, as soon as possible her mother prevented and warned that the crystals did not just escape from her hiding place.

"Don't cry, baby! Show that cheerful, happy face of yours in front of your father. Don't add to Daddy's heavy mind! And especially Mr. Mahendra will be surprised to see your makeup become abstractly disheveled. Even he would be furious at the MUA Team that had entrusted him. Can-can go home to live the name," joked his mother tried to melt the atmosphere and restore the joy on the face of his favorite daughter.

Nayla was smiling too.

Nayla flanked by her mother enters the VVIP lounging room of a paraplegic man in the hospital gurney. Staring wryly at the two beautiful women of different ages who became his passion to survive in this world.

Nayla who had just stepped on her feet, accidentally stopped her gaze at a handsome mature man wrapped in a white suit. The harmonious contrast with the color of the bride kebaya she wears, at this time.

The two views are clashing with each other. It was clear in the eyes of the two of them being fascinated by each other's good looks and beauty.

A second later, however, it came back to reality. Which forbids falling in love with each other! The deal he made! No debate! Breached no! Simply felt and lived!

"Are the bride and groom ready?" the voice of the father of penghulu disperse the momentary daydream of the two brides.

"Cie, the comp. No longer want to wait any longer," seduced pengulu father.

"It seems so, pak penghulu," sloppy Gala Hilton who helped melt the atmosphere that felt frozen. However, getting a sharp, unsheathed look from a Mahen. "Also, Boss," Gala answered through her eyes towards the Boss who was in charge of her life, right now.

A moment of silence. Only the voice of the father of pengulu leads the course of the marriage contract that takes place. And a second later followed by the typical baritone voice of handsome men owner Wijaya Group. Steadily, Mahen replied to the hand of his late father sitting in front of him who was separated by a small table made of wood and looked at him seriously.

Later then.

"How's witness?" ask pengupulu facing the two witnesses on the left and right of the bride and groom.

For a moment all eyes point to a pair of prospective husband and wife towards the word SAH.

And shortly thereafter..

"Well!"

"Well!"

"Yes!" gala Hilton was spontaneously overzealous in supporting her second marriage, her boss.

"Huhuh? I'm married, Gala!" exclaimed Mahen glared towards Gala.

"I'm sorry, Boss. This overzealous one" he apologized with both hands clenched on his chest.

"Haha.. Nice young man. That defense of your spirit! Hope you'll be coming to the park soon!" prayer of the prince at the Hilton Gala.

"Aamiin Ya Robb's. Thank you for your best prayer, pak penghulu," Gala who always get the sharp highlight of the Boss.

"Do you have a bride?" mahen asked and mocked Gala.

Only a headband was Gala Hilton's answer.

"Be careful to be immortal! One server with an epically timeless!" ledek Mahen's.

"Don't say that, boss. Speech is prayer. Don't curse me to be the eternal single personal assistant" Gala asked Mahen. And it ends with both.

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