THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Chapter 1 Marriage.

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In one of the houses, is holding a ritual ijab kabul, which is done very simply. Nevertheless, a smile bloomed on Abhimanyu's lips.

It is not important for Abhimanyu to have a fancy wedding, which is important for Diah Susanti. The girl he loved four years ago made him happy.

Namely, Abhimanyu had married his royal girl. Although having to oppose both parents, who do not approve of his marriage with the girl Abim's own choice because, papa and mama Abim have other girls of choice.

That's why papa Wahid, and mama Sahina. Don't want to throw a party. For it was a consequence for Abim when he decided to choose Diah.

Papa Wahid gave an ultimatum.

Keep choosing Diah, the girl who has bad habits in your eyes. But Abim has no rights to the Garment company, and there is no party at the wedding.

Or choose Melati, the meek girl of mama's choice, then Abim will inherit the Garment completely, not only that. Both Abim's parents will obey Abim's will including a luxurious wedding party.

However, Abhimanyu wanted nothing but Diah. Apparently Abim's love for Diah overcame Abim's reason.

Papa Wahid and mama Sahina are not greedy parents for wealth. There are times when you have to teach a lesson to a rebellious child.

But the two parents of Abim not a bad person still accept his future son-in-law, he can only hope that his assessment of Diah is wrong. He became a good wife for his son.

Legitimate

lawful

lawful

Ijab kabul went well. But there was a disappointed look on Diah Susanti's face.

It wasn't a marriage like this that Diah dreamed of. Diah wants her wedding to be held in a luxury hotel. Or at least a party.

It was not as expected that Diah would marry a rich man like Abim. There is no wedding party either.

Instead of his wedding held at the hotel in reality only at the house of the bride. It's also the Rose house, the sister-in-law.

Marriage is the most important thing to do the sacred pledge, in life. But not a few brides who want to be privileged, at the reception. There was really no bargaining value for Diah to have to accept the fact that this was just her wedding.

Yep. Never mind, the important thing Diah could marry Abim is already his own happiness.

Abim's marriage to Diah, only attended by close family and relatives. Not inviting special guests.

After the marriage certificate is completed, then the delivery of the dowry, and the installation of the ring.

"Cup" Abim stole Diah's lips. The thick lips that had been teasing him all along. But Abim still maintain the dignity of Diah. Will touch his body when it is legal to be his wife as it is today.

Diah met in red, while speaking softly and half whispered. "Wait for tonight Brother" and only answered the naughtiness by Abim. Gently rubbed the head of Diah who was the wife of Abim from today onwards.

Then the ruler handed the marriage book to the two brides. Continue to give marriage advice.

The last one was held by the two brides. To the biological parents, and the bride-in-law.

Congratulations from Abim's extended family. Neither the Diah family to the two brides.

"Congratulations Bim, you are now my sister" Aditya shook Abim's hand.

"Thank you Adit, Mr. Rose. Where's jasmine?" abim asked as he rolled his eyes looking for Melati.

"Yes, yeah. By the way jasmine where did Maw, from earlier I did not see?" Adit circulates the view to the sekel. But did not see his brother-in-law.

"No idea, Mas. since this morning when he wanted to leave here, he was not excited." replied Rose. Rose knows for sure her sister is now sad to want to comfort. But Melati is nowhere.

Abim's heart was troubled to hear that, not because of what? but Melati already considered her sister. Then just on her wedding day Melati was not present. Was Melati that tenacious, to him? that is what Abim thought.

After the congratulations from the extended family the bride and groom proceed to enjoy the dish.

"And you see Melati no?" asked mama Sahina while carrying a plate, wanted to invite her to eat together.

"Here I'm looking for him, too" Intan has been looking for his best friend. But disappeared somewhere.

"Riska... See Melati?" ask mama Sahina to approach her best friend.

"So he said he wanted to go to Na's bathroom, but I didn't go back and forth." replied Miss Riska's birth mother Melati. He was thinking about his son, because Melati looked agitated. Actually, this morning jasmine refused the family's invitation to come here, but all the family seemed to force her. Ms. Riska looked sorry.

They don't know that Melati has been home since without anyone knowing.

Flashback.

When Akad was going on in the corner of the room there was a girl who was staring blankly at the two brides who had been happy. His heart now belongs to someone else.

It was Melati. Melati biting her lower lip held back the crying so as not to make a sound. Actually Melati did not want to be present at this painful wedding.

But in honor of his extended family he was also present. Even though the fact reached this place, the wounds of his heart that had begun to dry are now scratched back.

When her eyes caught the scene of Abim kissing Diah's lips. His heart is not strong. Getting out of this place was the best thing for him.

With quick steps Melati left the place while wiping her tears. He exited the side door evading the gaze of the eyes of the person towards the motor.

After putting on the helmet, he went home. Within minutes to the page.

Melati reached for the key from her small bag and opened the door. Get inside and lock it back.

Jasmine entered into her private room opened the drawer taking a photo album that she neatly stored. The photo of Abim that he collected, because so much love for Abim. Melati sometimes fad perpetuate every moment when walking with Abim. Sometimes Melati takes two to three photos.

"Goodbye brother Abim" he muttered and tore up all the photos. On the other side, on the other four. It is divided and kept divided until it becomes broken.

Equivalent to the destruction of his heart now. Not satisfied with tearing, Melati to the mini park behind the house that he made himself.

Throw the photo powder into the trash, blend it with the other trash. I pick a match and burn it. Fire soared high the heat stung around. But he is still hotter now.

When he returned to the room, his foot stepped into the mirror. He observed his eyes as his face looked ugly how not? muke up became a mess because of tears.

Melati shook her head looking at her own appearance. Then take a cotton swab and milk cleaner remove the makeup that is like a clown.

Melati turned on lap top again, then deleted Abim's album.

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