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Blue minimalist house. There is no fence and directly next to the neighbors. Myesha ignored the baby. Not accepting it at all, even when Tuti was about to give the baby to Myesha he immediately looked up and left just like that.

Myesha's cold attitude towards the baby made her parents worry. They were increasingly convinced that Myesha was going to throw the baby away like the words of the parishioner.

Arriving at the room, Myesha threw her body into the bed. Grab a phone that's in your pocket. He called Faiq.

"Hallo, Mom?"

"Yes, Sha. Have you reached home?"

"Bust until. How's this? No way, we're really getting married?"

"I'll think of a way to prevent it."

Until then, Myesha still believed Faiq's words and handed over this matter to him.

The door was knocked several times, "Mye, you want to come in."

Myesha sat down, tidying up her fallen baby. "Just in, Bun. Not locked."

The woman went into Myesha's room carrying the baby in her cradle. Then put the baby in Myesha's bed. The little baby was asleep.

"If there is something you can ask for Mother's help, you can not boast of family. But please don't embarrass me more than this."

That's not the baby, how many more times does Myesha have to explain? In the end, Myesha did not repeat the explanation again because she was too tired to argue.

Tuti left Myesha's room. Let the girl be with the little baby who is now fast asleep. Myesha lay down beside him. Observing the baby with a look of pity was also upset.

"Actually who are you a baby? How bad your parents threw away your blanket."

Myesha took off her glasses, put them on the nightstand next to the bed. Then lay down again next to the baby.

He touched the baby's red cheeks and smiled. There's a sense of pity there.

"I feel like we are lucky. Both banished families."

Slowly Myesha learned how to take care of the baby, from bathing to sleeping. The thing he always refused was breastfeeding. It can't be out. Myesha's family still considers that the girl has not received her baby and therefore does not want to breastfeed.

Until the wedding day came without being prevented. Faiq failed to prevent a marriage between himself and Myesha.

Through the application that came, the name of the child 'they' was decided by deliberation between two families.

"Yuno," Myesha replied when asked for an opinion on the baby's name.

"Son." This time Faiq expressed his opinion.

The young man also replied, he chose a son because the baby was a boy. Just as simple as his mind. Don't want to waste your mind just on baby names that aren't flesh blood.

"Then added Alamsyah, taken from the name Faiq. So the name of this baby is Yuno Putra Alamsyah," said Darman, Faiq's father with a smile.

Myesha and Faiq exhaled heavily. They are caught up in something that is difficult to solve.

Until the wedding day arrives, the two of them find no way to solve this problem. With a sense of forced to undergo a marriage that never crossed the mind.

"I accept the marriage of Myesha Anindita bint Yusup with a mascawin a set of prayer tools and money worth five million rupiah paid in cash."

The sacred phrase was spoken from the lips of Faiq, making Myesha his life companion even by forced means. Not to forget about this marriage he also officially bears the status of husband and father.

Faiq was almost crazy to remember that. As forcefully as he was blocking this marriage, explained it by all means. But what a force, his father is very stubborn. He also feels guilty to Myesha whom he promised to solve the problem.

"I want to die now, Mom." Once again Myesha wiped away the water in the corner of her eyes. I never thought her dream wedding would end like this.

They sat together after kabul, forced to smile when people crucified. Not to forget the innuendo of the perfect floating neighbor. Many times they exhale heavily.

Just a simple wedding by inviting neighbors, a massive event will be held at Faiq's house.

Once again, Myesha's family did not want to spend money on her first child. In fact, asking for expensive dowry and offerings from the Faiq family.

"Kill me first if you want to die" replied Faiq. I felt the same way with Myesha.

Photographers came among them, ordering a line of extended families to photograph together. From the side of Faiq does look very enthusiastic about this marriage. Families who come with large bus groups. A gesture that is not playful and even exceeds the demand. A welcome enough to shut the mouth of the neighbor who always wanted to know how rich besan Pak Yusup, Myesha's father.

"Take your baby, Mye." Myesha's stepmother gives her a tiny baby who is already wearing matching clothes with her 'father' and 'mother.

The family photo looks cheerful from the family but forced smiles from the two brides.

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