
Days have changed weeks, and weeks have changed months. In a simple house but very minimalist, looks crowded people crowded and there is also a penghulu. The minimalist house has been decorated so beautifully, but not as beautiful as the heart of the bride who at that time wanted to run a kabul ijab event.
"Son, according to Mama she's good for you." a middle-aged woman holds her child's shoulder.
The child who was none other than the bride shed tears.
"But I don't love her, Ma.. My heart belongs to someone else, I love another man." said the beautiful woman softly.
"Mama has promised to marry you to Rehan. She's Mama's best friend's son, Mama knows how her family is." The Mama stroked her daughter's shoulder.
"Hiks.. Hiks.." Only sobs came out of the woman's mouth.
'Mas.. At a time like this, I want you to come here to see me. After I got away from you, I realized that I lost some of my soul. Hix.. I miss you, Mas.' the young woman's inner.
"That's darling.. Don't cry anymore, your make-up will wear off. You have to smile in front of your future husband, Mama does not want them to think bad about Mama. Mama did this for your own good, son, you see you've never been close to any man. And the problem of love, if you're with Rehan later, that love will surely grow by itself." the Mama cupped her two cheeks, the daughter, he gently wiped away the tears that had dripped down the princess' cheeks.
"Let's get out, everyone's waiting for you.."
The bride was accompanied by the mother out of the room. Outside the room, the guests and Rehan the groom gaped at the beauty of the bride.
"Look, Han. Your future wife is beautiful. Mama didn't blame you for choosing a wife for you?" said the groom's mother.
Rehan nodded. "Mama really is the best. Rehan will not waste a woman as beautiful as this." Rehan's eyes did not blink, until the future wife was next to him.
"How, can kabul start?" said pak penghulu.
Rehan nodded. As for the future wife, just keep quiet while looking down.
Rehan and Pak Penghulu shake hands with each other.
"Here I will be the guardian of the bride" said the pengulu.
"Ananda Rehan Prasetyo bin Agung Prasetyo, I marry and marry you to Tiara Andira bint Mahmud with a dowry of fifty million and a set of prayer tools paid in CASH!"
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Tiara Andira bint Mahmud with such dowry-" Rehan's words were cut off.
"STOP!!!!" shouted a man who was already standing in the doorway.
"Mas Akmal.." murmured Tiara softly and stared softly at Akmal.
Akmal walked towards the kabul ijab table.
"Stop this marriage!" akmal said loudly.
Tiara stood up from her seat, she immediately rushed into Akmal's embrace. "Hiks.. Mas.. You hear the call of my heart? I'm sorry that I only realized after everything was like this.." Tiara was crying in Akmal's arms.
Akmal stroked Tiara's back gently. "I just felt the same way after you left a few months ago, too,"
They both returned hugs to each other.
Rehan, Mama Tiara, Mama Rehan and Rehan's father stand from their seats, as well as guests who watch Rehan's kabul show, Tiara.
They all stared at Akmal and Tiara the bride.
Flashback.
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