The Fake Couple
Only his.

It happened today, a sacred marriage without the presence of the parents of the two brides, because all of them had died, nor was there any assistance from the immediate family of Kinanti. But Kinanti could feel the overwhelming support of the people who supported her and Daffin, especially Opa Kalandra who was not tired of smiling while shedding tears throughout her marriage contract.

Kinanti's eyes glazed over, she held him as much as she could. If crying then it would be difficult for Kinanti to stop the rate of her tears. And Daffin's hand, which had been clutching him tightly, helped Kinanti to calm down.

Congratulations flowed to him and Daffin. The invitees took turns greeting and hugging them.

Upon seeing Amber present at her wedding reception and mingling with other guests, Kinanti stomped on Daffin's feet.

"What the hell, Maemunah?" whispered Daffin who was shocked but still trying to keep his smile in front of the camera.

"Why is Amber here? aren't you afraid of barrenness?" hiss Kinanti while pretending to smile faced the camera that photographed them.

Daffin pinched Kinanti's butt and held back a ignorant smile when he glanced at Kinanti's expression which was like wanting to swallow her alive. But the woman was good at covering it with a pretty smile as the camera pointed at them.

"You're saying you don't want to see the girl I've been on******** and the one I've slept with is here. I've fulfilled those conditions, really. For your info... Amber is not on that list. During our courtship, just embracing and holding hands" whispered Daffin, taking the initiative to change the pose, embracing Kinanti's hips to be closer to her. When Kinanti was shocked to hear Daffin's reply and looked up quickly to him, Daffin took advantage of the momentum to kiss the lips of the woman who had become his legal wife. The photographer also deftly captured the natural flowing moment to be immortalized in his camera.

"Don't worry. I'm the same Amber just kisses like that, without **********, especially until bed," whispered Daffin after decoding his kiss.

"Oh. So, you kissed me earlier imagining what it was like to kiss Amber in the past?"

"Anjirr. I was wrong again. Repot ye talking to you? I have a fault." Daffin grumbled but still embraced Kinanti to stay close to him, when the WO gave a code to stop their photo session because there were some guests who wanted to shake hands with the bride.

"Congratulations, Kinan. Finally, married you both. I go along with it" said Amber, hugging Kinanti, whose eyes were now glazed over.

"Don't cry, Kinan. It's your happy day, have fun!" Amber gave her support.

Amber then smiled and shook Daffin's hand, no jealousy poking out in his gaze. Uh. Daffin actually already knows, since long time ago his love for Amber was indeed clapping one hand. All his kindness and concern for the woman was not considered meaningful. Stupidly, as long as Daffin did not care and willing to be heartbroken many times for the sake of Amber.

"Congratulations, Daffin. It's good-bye, you guys," said Amber, patting Daffin on the shoulder.

Daffin.

"Awet? you say we're formalin?" the chirps, make Amber giggle amused.

Suddenly Daffin's smile shrank as he saw Kinanti facing each other with a Kram preparing to deliver a speech.

Kinanti returned a Kram smile, making her even more beautiful in a simple but elegant white wedding dress. Making the Ikram who was shaking his hand to amaze, bewitched his beauty.

"Congratulations, Kinan." That's all that comes out of the lips of Ikram.

"Thank's." And that's all I said.

Ikram nodded to Kinanti with a forced-looking smile.

Daffin kept his smile, though in his heart was cynical. He can catch the jealous spot still burning brightly in the Ikram eyeball. The man no longer had the right to be jealous of Kinanti. Because the Kinanti now belongs to him. Only his.

Ikram and Amber step away from there, then mingle with their high school friends who are also invited guests. Making this wedding reception a kind of small reunion for them.

Garden party held at a wedding venue & restaurant owned by Daffin is indeed special, simple but not exactly simple. The vast artificial lake encircles the verdant reception area so in order to reach the party area guests must take turns to enter through a long wooden bridge with its arched ornaments, very aesthetic to take a selfie.

This banquet seems to reflect the personality of the bride who wants to enjoy the atmosphere of an informal and rigid wedding. Kinanti and Daffin do want to share their historic day with the closest people, dining in a garden that is full of green nuances with decorations that seem back to nature. Like a beautiful garden with a collection of plants, beautiful flower arrangements decorate every table.

The white and red roses seem to dominate the most. Kinanti herself chose it. And the organizers have provided clear bottles as containers, so that the invited guests will be free to bring home the desired flowers as a gift at the end of the party.

White lacy tablecloths adorn a sturdy wooden dining table, paired with rustic-style chairs and a double-folded linen napkin placed under an antique wooden 'show plate. Menu cards are inserted in envelopes woven with hemp rope and brass cutlery, looking special even though the arrangement seems relaxed. Various foods, drinks, and fruits are spread at various points so that guests are free to enjoy them while mingling and freely enjoying them while mingling and chatting casually. Aromatic candles in ceramic containers are spread on the table, adding to the sensation of this banquet. Plus live piano instrumental music.

"It's so beautiful and fun for the place."

"Yes, cool."

"The budget must be expensive. Rent the place aja mehong."

High School friends Daffin and Kinanti muttered to each other and assessed the value of holding a garden party that felt relaxed but warm and maintained the sacredness of this event.

"Eh, you know, it turns out this place has Daffin."

"Huh? you serious? Got any real Daffins?"

"Yes. I was shocked and just found out, too,"

"So long ago he was like a commoner, how do you know he was a rich man's son."

"Not rich anymore, man! But tajir is mampus."

"Ah, you serious?"

"Don't you see who Grandpa-Grandpa is sitting next to Daffin? That's Mr. Kalandra, the owner of Kalandra Group. It turns out, he's Daffin's real grandfather."

Slowly, the secret of Daffin's wealth began to open up. I don't know who blew up the rumor for the first time. But of course people are starting to figure it out, let alone Daffin using a Lamborghini as his wedding car today. And gave five grams of precious metal souvenirs for each invited guest. Not to mention the faces of famous businessmen who were present as invited guests of his Grandfather.

Amber who heard the rumors around her immediately choked on the water she was drinking. Kalandra Group is one of the big companies in the country, which succeeded in the property sector and has now penetrated other sectors.

'uh? The daffin? He owns this place? The granddaughter of Kalandra Group?' thought Amber while coughing.