The Wife Pay
God, What is Love?

If you understand my feelings.

Unable to you, accept.

The love I have is so great.

But I was disappointed and hurt.

-> Taken from the lyrics of the Malay pop song Fanny Zee ft Aprilian.

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Eight o'clock at night at Balroom Hotel Santika. A wedding party of Natasha Renjana Lie and Eldar Brian Cakra in very luxurious title. Lily's flower decoration looks so amazing. On the stage, Natasha smiled, her hand holding her husband's arm in a friendly manner. There is no coercion between the two. A marriage purely based on love, that's what Natasha told Alana as she approached to congratulate her. The woman even apologized for throwing a vase at her at Dave's house. As her apology, Natasha said she would provide help, whenever Alana needed it, she gave her business card.

Alana was surprised by the change in the woman. A few months without meeting, Natasha became a warm figure. He said it all because of love. Maybe because of love? Love is blind people can change, and do anything. Like her being a fool by staying by Dave's side until the marriage contract is over, in hopes that Dave will realize his sincerity.

However, it seemed that he had to swallow a sense of disappointment until the marriage was over. If not for Natasha's insistence to come to this event, Alana would have preferred to stay at home, waiting for the time tomorrow arrives. Yes tomorrow it will all end on December 21st XXXX, her status will turn into a widow. Alana gave a small chuckle, she did not expect her fate to be as sad as that.

Music melodious from a Malay singer on stage, no wonder because people say if Natasha there are indeed descendants of the region there. The clink of tableware was also boisterous the chatter of some elite circles sounded. Alana sipped a drink in her hand, looking around boredly. It was not only this time, he felt left out and neglected.

From his seat, he subconsciously stared at Dave Dirgantara. A handsome, wealthy man who has been her husband for a year. Seen by her Jessica clings tight to the man. Alana's heart is getting better at her.

Seeing that scene made his chest feel tight. Alana chose to move from her seat. Leaving a party behind her. Tonight the light purple dress that accentuated her white skin, was completely unable to disguise the state of her languid heart. Now, he stood far away from the party by his side looking gold-colored pillars as well as a long chair. Alana stood staring at the black sky with a sprinkling of stars as well as a crescent moon.

“God, what is love? Why can you worry? My heart crumpled and languished. Tell me, Lord, about the true meaning of love. Is love really that painful? Why am I never lucky about love?” Alana whispered to the night wind, calling out her never-lucky phrase about love.

“You're talking to yourself, Alana?"

The baritone voice surprised him. He looked up and saw Dave walking towards him. Alana unconsciously stroked her chest feeling the thump of the husband's rebuke suddenly.

“I was just asking the stars about the true meaning of love.” Alana turned her gaze up to the sky there.

“Then what's the answer?” dave asked looked at his wife with curiosity. One of his hands reached into his suit pocket taking his cell phone.

Alana shook her head with a sad face. “Nothing. Love is wishful thinking, and a dream.”

Dave smiled faintly, then sat himself in the long chair there. Then said, “emm... Is that so? Maybe it's time you wake up from your sleep, so that your dreams about love stop.”

The two were silent, the night wind was blowing hard from the direction of the Santika hotel park. Dave is still engrossed with a cell phone in his hand, and Alana unknowingly shifts her body at the husband. For some reason, she wanted to rest her head on her husband's shoulder. Dave greeted him well, gently rubbing the tops of his wife's heads.

A beautiful woman in a bright red dress, staring at the two from behind the door with a vengeful look, the next second she chose to leave.