WARM WEDDING

WARM WEDDING
Like being struck by lightning


Ngurah Rai International Airport, Fadir has set foot in an airport in Bali. Even though tomorrow is her wedding day, she takes her time to Bali. Fadir wanted to find the real facts. He wanted to gather evidence for whether Abas had a child in this town.


Before leaving, Fadir had told all to his future wife. All he told me without anything he covered, hearing the words from Fadir made Bela in severe shock. She agreed with her future husband, temporarily covering him up from Mely. Bela's heart was shattered when he imagined what befell his best friend now.


Therefore he was so supportive of Fadir immediately to Bali to check the truth. Even if their marriage is in sight. Fadir left for Bali on the earliest flight. So early in the morning he has set foot on the island of the gods.


This morning after checking in at the hotel, he immediately met the detective he had contacted since last night. This morning he plans to meet with detectives at a cafe in the middle of the city. His car is now speeding to where they agreed. Along the way I don't know how many Caucasians he has met.


Fadir is now on foot to the agreed-upon cafe, the car he was carrying was parked not far from where they met. As soon as he entered, someone waved his hand from inside. Fadir went straight to the place where the table was already inhabited.


"Rahajeng semeng," said the detective to Fadir. He is a private detective of the original Balinese.


"Rahajeng semeng," Fadir said back.


After greeting each other, the two shook hands. Fadir had known the man sitting before him for quite some time now. Because he often helps Abas handle some business cases.


"Have not met for a long time" said the man named Ageng.


"Yes seems to have been a long time ago, meaning we are in a safe condition with no danger threatening," said Fadir, looking at his eyes this time so sharp. It was like anger in his face.


"Relax, I've managed to gather all the evidence. I asked all my colleagues for help overnight. This time you can go home with relief. This will make Mr. Abas separated from the shackles of a woman named Evi," Ageng said. A detective trust Abas who lives in Bali.


Agung handed him a large brown envelope, he placed the large envelope right on the table in front of Fadir. Fadir quickly opened the envelope. He wanted to know the contents of the envelope immediately, Fadir wanted to know the reality behind all this.


How angry Fadir was, he immediately clenched his fingers. He wanted to be angry with Abas' ex-lover. How not, the child that Abas meant never existed. In the file that was in his hands, Evi only had one son. It was also the result of marriage with others. He is about 5 years old. Where it may be Abas' son, if it is true he has been pregnant during the wedding which has been canceled. The age of the child should be 12 years.


Evi really wants to trap his boss and best friend. If you do not remember tomorrow will soon get married, it is certain Fadir will pursue his former lover Abas. Up to the ant hole he will pursue.


After being able to calm his angry mind, Fadir now sat quietly again. He felt grateful to Ageng, thanks to the help of the detective, the problem of Abas now found a bright spot.


"Suksma maturity" said Fadir while shaking Ageng's hand. He intends to immediately return to the capital, because Bela his future wife is definitely waiting for him.


Ageng welcomed Fadir's hand and the two are now separated, Fadir first left the cafe. Ageng walked behind him.


Fadir immediately drove his car to the hotel, he immediately hit the gas. Abas and Bela contacted him several times. After reaching the hotel room, he immediately contacted his lover first. Even on a job mission, the boyfriend remains number one. In a moment, he will legalize his relationship with Bela. Fadir was relieved, his happy day was coming. Like without a burden, his footsteps seemed light.


Fadir was relieved that Evi's rottenness had now been revealed. Then he can marry with feelings without anyone sticking in his mind.


"Hallo, how's brother?" ask Bela directly on the subject.


"You're calm, baby, the kid Evi meant never existed. She had a son, but it was her husband's son. Not from Abas," Fadir explained to Bela.


"Thank God then, all night I could not sleep thinking about the fate of Mely and her future baby. I can't imagine what if what Evi said was true" Bela said, thinking of the worst that could possibly happen.


"Yes, what matters now is all clear. Yeah, I'm gonna call Abas first,"


"But my brother, when will you come home?" bela asked, she was worried because tomorrow was the wedding day for her and Fadir. But today Fadir the groom is still on the island of the gods.


"Hahaha.patient baby, my flight will be noon. In the afternoon I will soon slide into your heart," said Fadir.


"Oh Brother, asked instead issued a mainstay style. Yes, just call Abas. I hung up on him. Miss u,"


Both phone calls are now over. He is currently trying to contact Abas. Abas did not answer his phone for a long time. I don't know what Abas is doing right now.


In an apartment owned by Abas, Mely was arranging some baby equipment. He put it all in a big bag. If during childbirth, then stay carrying it. On the sidelines of preparing the needs during childbirth, he heard the ringing of Abas' cell phone. Mely was looking for the source of the sound, she found the phone that rang was right under the pillow Abas.


She immediately picked up the incoming phone, because on the screen was exposed to the name of her husband's secretary. So it is not a problem for him to lift the post, who knows the important post, he thought in his heart.


"Haloo... Yes Brother Fadir, Brother Abas is still sleeping,"


"Oh, I'll call you back later. Sorry to interrupt" said Fadir.


"Well, when I wake up, I'll tell you that Brother Fadir called,"


Mely put Abas's phone on the table. He went to the bed where Abash was lying. Mely stared at her husband's face for quite a while. As he was about to go away from the bed, Abas' hand held the nightgown he was wearing.


Turns out Abas was awake, Mely smiled he was ashamed of being caught stealing glances long enough. Abas who still looked muddled with trouble in his head only smiled wryly, the smile that he forced. Because his heart felt guilty for his wife.


"So brother Fadir's phone" Mely said.


Hearing Fadir's words spoken by his wife Mely, Abas immediately got up. He snatched his fucking phone.


"Beauty soon, I'll call Fadir first. There's some serious stuff to talk about,"


"What problem?" Mely wondered what was the problem that made Abas face her husband suddenly became serious instantly.


"Business problem," Abas lies to his wife, who finds it impossible to tell her the real problem. If Mely finds out, there could be a third world war.


Abas walked towards the balcony, he peered back. Abas wants to check Mely's current position. He was afraid that Mely would hear what he would talk about with Fadir. Looking around as he felt safe, Abas immediately called Fadir his secretary.


"Hallo, Fadir how did it go?" abas asked with a feeling of anxious expectation. How he's not worried, this concerns the future of his household with Mely.


"Evi lied! He had no children other than a boy who was about 5 years old."


Hearing the short answer from his secretary, Abas was like finding an oasis after walking around the scorching desert all day. It was like getting a fresh wind. Eventually the problem can be solved. He was very happy, because from yesterday he continued to feel guilty for his wife.


Now that the burden that stuck on his shoulders had disappeared, his steps felt extremely light. After a long phone call with Fadir, he is now looking for his wife. He wanted to meet the angel who was pregnant with the fruit of their love.


"Honey.... Mely," he called Mely who never got the approval.


"Mely dear," call Abas once again.


Abas opened the door of the next room, the room he prepared for their future children.


"Darling..."


To Abas's surprise, he saw Mely cowering in pain at the edge of their cot.


Seriate