We are Not Honey
Chapters 2. No Bridal Night

Pov Zahra's

~Destroyed it was my whole wish to start a new story with him. He, the man who chose someone for me, just left a stain on the night of our bride. I don't know who's wrong, but my heart aches when I know I'm not the only woman in her life.~

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I fell silent not understanding while tightly grasping a piece of paper that had been smeared with a sheet of stamp. I repeatedly read the points written on the paper, assuring my heart that this is not the truth. However, when I lifted my face, and tried to look into the eyes of the man who had just a few hours ago officially become my husband, my tears shed. It's not a mistake, but it hurts so much.

Once again I want to convince my heart, hoping this marriage will be an endless marriage. However, when I asked about his feelings for me, the answers I found only made my hopes shattered.

I got out of the bed where we were sitting, and stepped into the bathroom to clean up. Take a change of clothes from the suitcase and bring it into the bathroom.

There was nothing left of this marriage, yet, my heart was still reluctant to give a decision. Somehow, the sense that has not been formed for him, reluctant to be taken away.

I spent a long time inside the lavish bathroom in the room. I looked at my face in front of the mirror that was there. Inhaling as much oxygen as possible still made my chest tight.

Beautiful white dress, still perfectly wrapped in my body. Only the long hijab of my crown's cover, which had slipped out of place.

A smile returned to the corner of my lips. How could this happen. He, the man I wanted to offer all I had, had not even seen this long hair. But, with so much evil, fate brought me to this state.

After being satisfied to daydream my sad story, I rushed to clean up. From the beginning, I wanted to perfect my worship by receiving her proposal. If they planned to tarnish the marriage with the covenant letter, then that is not my responsibility.

After cleaning myself and wearing the pajamas and hijab I brought into the bathroom, I stepped out of the room again.

When my body was in the room, I no longer found the man. For a moment I was silent, then heard a faint sound from the balcony of our bedroom. And yeah, that's it. Don't ask who he's talking to over the phone, of course, with women who might be hurting just like me.

Not wanting to disturb them, I immediately turned around and walked out from inside our bridal room. I need cold water, to cool my head so I don't make decisions that I'll regret later.

"The new bride is hanging around at this hour." A soft soothing voice that was familiar to me, made my footsteps stop. "Where are you going, son?" The soft voice sounded again.

"Ara's gonna grab a drink, Mom." Answer me.

The beautiful woman smiled, then grabbed my hand and led her towards the kitchen.

"Are you scared?" Ask my mother-in-law again. "Don't rush. You will have a lifetime to adjust. Don't think too much. The first night doesn't always have to be on the bridal night."

The laughter of a beautiful woman who was no longer young made me smile.

Well, maybe I have my whole life, but what if your son doesn't want to do that first night, Mom. That's how my mind screams. It was not I who did not want to be touched by him, but he was the one who first threw the letter of agreement at me, and promised not to pluck my body ranum.

"Mas Riyan is cleaning up, Mom." Answer me.

The beautiful woman in front of me smiled.

"If Riyan did something that hurt you, say yes. I have a big responsibility to make sure she treats you well."

I smiled again, with a nod. Trying to look ordinary in front of my in-laws. For this matter, let Mas Riyan solve it. Because he was the one who started it all.

For a moment, the man who was the topic of our discussion, was seen stepping quickly towards the room where we were. He looked at me with sadness. Maybe he thinks I told my mother-in-law our problem.

"Mom....

"Mas, I told you not to follow up. I can get the water myself." I was quick before the trouble between us got worse.

Mas Riyan looked at me confusedly, however, I kept a sweet smile showing off my row of white teeth.

"Yes, Mom stayed. Next time don't let Ara do it all by herself. Woman, if she's used to it without a husband, then a husband will have no meaning." Say my mother-in-law again before passing from the room we were in.

After the good woman's departure, I resumed my intention to take a glass of water. Sit for a while in the dining chair, then sip half a glass of water, slowly.

Riyan stepped in, and sat in front of me.

"Bec...

"We're talking in the room, Mom." Before the man in front of me, I opened up our problems in the dining room.

Riyan also complied. He no longer continued his sentence, and went up from the chair he was sitting in and stepped out of the dining room into our bedroom.

When I arrived in our bridal room, I went straight to the bed to clean up the flower petals scattered on the luxurious bed.

While Mas Riyan, chose to sit on the sofa available there. Staring at me who looks busy cleaning the decorations in the room.

"Ra, I'm sorry." He said, I was still silent while cleaning the rose petals that had been scattered on the floor and carrying them to the trash.

When I finished, I sat on the bed that looked ordinary and looked at my husband's face.

"I'm not going to sign that deal, Mom. I want to live a marriage as a perfecter of worship and reap the rewards there. I'm sorry, I didn't want to follow you two, and I let you down. Finish my business, I'll stay here waiting." My words were certain, making Mas Riyan stare at me in disbelief.