We are Not Honey
Chapters 1. Stain On The Bride's Night

Riyan Pov's

~ I don't want to be caught in a lie. No matter how good my intentions are, lies will still hurt him. For that, I chose to be honest with him. She, Minara Zahra Maulida, the beautiful girl I hurt right on the night of our bride.~

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"There's something I want to tell you."

I held Zahra's arm with mixed feelings. The beautiful girl who was still wearing the beautiful white dress stopped her steps. Staring at me shyly. We were in our bridal room. The room that I lived in since childhood, is now so beautifully conjured.

"I want to clean myself up first, Mom."

Answer with faces together. Her face was bowed deeply, but I could still see clearly the look of her timid and adorable face. Tempted in my mind, not to continue with my plan, but I do not want to, will hurt him more if later the reality that he found is not as beautiful as in his wishful thinking.

I immediately shook my head. Zahra, a well-educated girl in a religious setting, chose to undo her intention of going to the bathroom to clean up and obey my orders. He sat down on the side of the bed right next to me. Slowly I let go of my hand on his arm, and went from the bed to the dressing table that was reserved for Zahra. Pull a piece of paper I had prepared in the drawer of the dresser, and then take it to the bed where Zahra was.

"Read first, then we'll sign it together." I said after returning to sit on the side of the bed next to him.

"This is what, Mas ?"

She asked me while staring at the paper and my face changed.

"You read it first, Zahra." Say me again in a soft tone.

I saw him take a piece of paper that had been smeared with the seal carefully, and read it carefully.

"What does this mean, Mom? You don't want this wedding? You don't want me?"

Ask her with glassy eyes, then a few seconds later the clear details that pooled in her eye patch, spilled wet her beautiful face that is still based on typical bridal make up.

"It's not so, Zahra." My voice choked. Seeing the face that had always met when near me, changed like this, made my heart throb.

"Then what, Mom?" Ask her a hiccup.

I grabbed his hand, however, he quickly pulled his hand back so as not to be touched by my hand. I put it on, and put my finger on the thigh and started to explain what was really going on between us.

The white dress at a fantastic price, which Mother had prepared especially for her, had been wet with tears. I don't know how many tears have been spilled in that room, as long as I tell you what really happened and the purpose for which I made the agreement.

"It's not just you, Ra. I will also sign the covenant, so that you will not be harmed by me." I said after telling you about the problems I now face.

Zahra still did not say anything, only her tears that continued to pour soaked her cheeks until a long hijab and white dress were attached to her body.

His face looks awful. His nose is reddened as well as his eyes that look puffy because they cry too much. I was silent, not knowing what to answer to his question. What is love like? What feeling would you like to have? Or do you feel hurt when you see that person hurt?

"Jawab my question, Mas." Watered it again.

"I don't know, Zahra. I don't really know you yet, you know that. To me, sharing a word of love with someone we don't yet know how we feel is a lie. And I don't like lies the most, for that I'm doing all this." Obviously me.

A smile was seen on his lips. I was filled to see Zahra's pitiful face. The girl I had just married a few hours ago, finally said goodbye and went into the bathroom.

Because I was still silent, without waiting for an answer from me, Zahra got up from the side of the bed, then went into the bathroom. Not to forget he grabbed the change of clothes he had prepared on the sofa in our bridal room, and took him into the bathroom.

After Zahra left for the bathroom, I rubbed my face violently. Removing the expensive suit that was still attached to my body, then repeatedly muttered the words sorry for hurting her heart. Not only to Zahra, but to Rayan, my sister who has now returned to her lap.

I stepped towards the balcony. Repeatedly cursed myself, for again I could not be a good brother to my sister. Well, it was a disappointment to not be able to keep that trust, and to hurt Zahra on our wedding night.

"Congratulations on her wedding. You look happy with another woman, while I scream because I'm hurt by my love."

A message entered the green app on my phone. Then followed up with a voice call that made me silent for a while. Since the morning of my phone I deliberately deactivated, so that Meisya, my first wife will not contact me.

The second time I got on my phone.

"Where's the bride's night?"

The pitiful voice on the end of my phone again made me feel like a useless man.

"We've already discussed this, May. I promised you not to touch her, just like you!" Answer me firmly.

"lik! She's a pretty girl and much better her religion than me. It's impossible if you won't fall for him."

I rubbed my face violently upon hearing Meisya's lips. I admit it, ever since I first saw Zahra when Rayan sent me their application photo, the girl was stunning. Her pretty face that looks childish, makes anyone anxious about her.

"Shut up, right? I really want to die, Yan. I'll die if you leave me and choose him."

"I'm not leaving you, Mei! Don't act like a kid like this. Before I married you, I talked about this to you, right." I'm so upset.

After I proposed to Zahra, Meisya had always behaved like this.

"Give me time to solve all these problems slowly." Say it again in a soft voice.

After Meisya calmed down a bit, I said goodbye and ended the call, then went into the room.