The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 1 PORCUPINE

..."You don't even know if I was ever born into this world."...

...𝓡𝓪𝓼𝔂𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷...

...✺...

𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍

The roar of cheers dominates the pavilion welcoming the bachelorette party for the bride-to-be, the bride appears to be having fun, hugging and joking with the bridesmaids. Champagne glasses lifted into the air, toast enjoying the different types of mocktails available at the mini bar.

"I didn't expect you to get married so soon sweety."

Jey smelled sweet both cheeks from Hannah, offering her a few gifts and a bouquet of flowers.

"It's funny, thank you" Hannah smiled as she spread her gaze while waiting for someone who did not come to appear.

"Where's Alon?" Jey asked because this girl also did not see the man's nose from earlier.

"Late maybe," Hannah retorts her netra around looking for Alon's whereabouts.

Jey brandished a finger pointing right at the entrance of the gate that was framed magnificently "it's Alon right?"

Spontaneous Hannah turned in the direction pointed by her best friend, then waved her hand while shouting loudly "Alon why you've been so long"

No time the woman continued she was already flabbergasted by the arrival of the fiancee. The man took a foreign woman into the ballroom.

The invited guests present also felt astonished, pounding every second step of the lovebirds drugged their eyes to stay on them.

Hannah, who is the fiancee of Alon, swooped her eyebrows to a person who was with her future husband.

"Who is he?" Hannah grumbled from the heart, looking at her familiar-looking stature.

A pair of locked eyes staring at each other, Hannah swallowed her saliva heavily. He stared in disbelief if the woman was his own foster sister who had long lost news.

Jey grabbed his best friend's arm and whispered, "Han why is your candidate holding another woman?"

Hannah was fixated with hardened jaws, and her thumb book turned white with a tight fist.

Shha shuddered in horror with a glare of eyes questioning her whereabouts, Eden and Maya - her adoptive parents shared the same shock.

Alon whispered softly, "i'll talk, you're quite theatrical if we love each other."

Syha nodded obediently, setting her heart rhythm which continued to beat uncharacteristically.

Alon moved his arms around the woman's hips to get closer, his shoulders clinging to each other.

"I'M GOING TO MARRY HIM" Alon said loudly.

A group of delusions jumped in shock, they looked at each other confused. Soaring atmosphere makes no sense.

"Are you kidding me?" Said Yuna, Alon's eldest sister, who had seen her brother's temperament go over the line, "your marriage is 2 days away, and you change the bride as you please?"

A group of invited guests sounded simple to each other causing tension amid the commotion.

"Will he get married?"

"Will the bride be replaced?"

"Curtain lady times yes"

"It's a pity, getting close to marriage and bringing the butterflies of night"

Various mouth-to-mouth sneers sounded piercing the eardrum, various dirty premonitions intimidating common sense.

"Don't you hear what I said?" Alon is still struggling with his decision.

Yuna, who was ignited by Alon's objection, did not accept her sister's lie late,

"Are you not thinking about Hannah's feelings, Alon!" He stood up violently, until the dining chair fell down.

"Alone what you mean!" Jerk Fred who now raised his voice related to the problem that occurred. "Who's the woman you brought here?"

"She's the woman I want to marry, Appa" Alon pressed back on her words. His eyes looked at the father with seriousness.

Fred replies with a confused look, but he has determined Hannah to be the partner of his youngest child, but Alon instead wants to marry a woman who has no origin.

"I met him when the company assigned me in London, I fell in love with him" the breath sounded rough there, Alon clutching both of Syha's fragile shoulders firmly, "But I can't believe I made the woman I love carry my child."

Suddenly all pairs of eyes were surprised by the explanation that the man gave.

Alon turned his two pupils to look at each other with the woman next to him "I want to take responsibility for the child in this womb" he continued.

Flashbacks

The full moon accompanies the night of London with a silver beauty that appears to fade from above, dark clouds being an introduction to its solitude behind the stars. If the moon could be reached by human hands, it would have been long lost.

A retro variety of music revolves in loud bangs, the human crowd dissolves in the influence of alcohol. Seen an Asian man gulping wine in his hand, he has a pale skin, his body smooth and hazel-eyed. Alon kneels his temple slowly, dissolving in the shadows over his engagement to a woman he does not want to marry.

"What's the matter" Alon's personal assistant, Adam, with his drunkenness, sits side by side.

"Taken by the hurrah even groaned really cool," he sighed Adam he sipped again with a beer toilet in his hand.

"You're too drunk, go there" hissed Alon, hinting that he didn't want to be disturbed. "Not to reduce the burden even nambahin load," he continued.

Alon glanced over, "is it your business if you're drunk to be stupid?" Regretfully. Behind the Perspective of Alon, Adam is completely useless if it is under the glitter of the floodlights.

After Hannah's return to Bristol, Eden offered her daughter a marriage. For the Reid family, this business marriage will reap fantastic benefits for both big companies that have been bound by cooperation since the beginning.

"A woman as beautiful as that when you want to refuse, if you don't want to just make me," Adam conditioned, raising both eyebrows.

Alon snorted cynically, "I also love that girl will not want to be with you."

"Alone you look at me," Adam pulled the man to look at every inch of his face. "Robert pattision is like breadcrumbs if you want to be juxtaposed with me."

Alon rolled his eyeballs in a careless manner, "if Robert Pattision's classmate were a crumb of bread then what am I?"

"Bacteria!" Sosor Adam did not care about the look on the face of his boss who looked offended.

Alon described a face of annoyance, busying himself more with a sip of the remaining wine. Fretting in what way he canceled his wedding but did not find a gap.

"Adam, how do you think I canceled the wedding? You know how Adle does," Alon stared deeply at his assistant who was busy digesting. Adle's president director is the mastermind behind this forced marriage. The nickname The mr. G(old) despite being elderly his life is enshrined for wealth and power.

"There's one way," Adam positioned his body face to face.

Alon raised both eyebrows with a curious look, "what?" Ask.

"Mayuan" answered the man confidently and he continued, "like this, oh mighty Lord President, long bearded as silk. Witness this despicable servant, begging him not to question the servant with his chosen woman. Mr. Adle when can I get a raise!" Adam slammed the glass of sloki with a heartache.

"Your salary is me fucking," said Alon.

As two men drift into erratic thoughts, a woman with a navy-colored tenue mini dress sits in the stools bar right opposite. Wavy hair with a brunette hue, managed to steal a glimpse. Reddish white skin and curves that almost look perfect, simultaneously attract the attention of both.

"Sir Alon, this woman is okay also my ration yes" said Adam did not respond a word by Alon, the man seemed to not stop looking at foreign women beside him.

"I want a tequela cocktail," while waiting for Syha's order to circulate a glance around. A group of women performing with Sexy tenue, this is the first for her to wear open clothing. Before her he enjoyed Alcohol at the bar befriended a loose hoodie.

Alon was glued in his blind silence looking at the woman from hair to feet as if able to hypnotize her to not express anything.

Syha felt an uncomfortable air, then she turned to find a man who examined every inch of his body as if stripping naked.

"Sir Alon you're cheating so much, why do all the nymphs keep seeing you" whispered Adam, pursing envious lips at the woman who exchanged glances with her boss.

"Basic bawdy!" Scream the woman.

Alon reacted in surprise, Adam smacked his lips in the shock that almost made his cheeks break.

Syha passed away her mouth sneering with a rough snort, grabbing the cocktail with her.

"ft! Buahaha this time I saw Mr. Alon in that cake."

"SILENCE!" Sergeh Alon ignored the bursting laughter from his assistant.

Well forget it the more thought there is also the more embarrassed he is. Alon glanced at the departure of the back that had been devoured by a group of drinkers passing by. After some thought 'why does it feel familiar?'

After his head continued to pulsate erratically, Alon walked out of the bar. Seeking calm from the crackle in there.

"He who is happy is the one who is happy" Alon told his dilapidated assistant Adam who could not be expected.

After a few steps, Alon paused for a moment to swoop down on his two eyebrows looking at a familiar looking figure from a distance.

The sighting stood right leaving a distance of a few centi from the back bench of his car.

"What does he want?" Muttered Alon staring suspiciously.

A crowbar brandished high into the atmosphere as the iron swung, a loud voice managed to make the man widen his eyes.

Prangg!

Shattered car windows scattered glass fragments, Alon was aghast running over.

With a face bent in anger the man yelled at "What are you doing!" As if the deaf perpetrator ignored his call, infiltrated by shutting down the doorlock.

Alon was stunned, a woman lying weakly with a face that flowed a mouthful of sweat.

'Aren't these women?' Inner Alon in silence.

The man walked in, beating. "Hey are you okay?" Alon shook and patted the woman's face softly.

Syha blinked, glaring at the figure of a man in front of her, "Alon" she called out softly.

Alon stared in confusion

In once deftly the woman pulled the tie from Alon's shirt to get close, the roar of breath felt warm the heartbeat of both pumping irregularly. Like just sipping caffeine in a large dose.

Syha tried to link her lips, Alon refused the wide-open opportunity. 'you will be a brengs*k man if you stain a drunk woman, ' his inner being.

"Did you forget about our marriage," the woman continued to make difficult words to understand, Alon ruffled her hair in frustration.

Staring at every inch of poke on this woman's body, her throat felt choked. The effect of drunkenness left the man in a yawned mind.

A soft caress swept over Alon's face, halting at the jaw that was simultaneously descending. "You never even remember when I was born into this world."

Alon brushed aside, his bead glancing at the ring perched on the curve of the woman's finger. Now he can guess what really happened.

'This woman thought she was her husband!'