WHY LOVE
You stole my heart (2)

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"Yeah. Mas who can get a bouquet of flowers, please come up here to give the preface to the bride and groom." Bung MC waved to a man who smiled broadly while brandishing the bouquet of flowers he got.

With a sure step full of confidence, he took to the stage to join the MC and also the bride.

Nico had a tos with the bouquet holder, both of whom laughed happily.

"Mas, introduce whose name and what is his hope for the two brides?" said Bung MC while giving a mic.

"I'm Malik. For My brother Nico and the Holy Mother, good luck with a new life, may the harmony and happiness always and may the household be blessed by God" said Malik brief and dense. He gave his mic to the MC man but was detained by Nico in order not to go down first.

"Who did the flowers come for?!" Nico teases Malik who immediately belittles because his best friend dares to tease him in front of many people.

"Let's Mas, answered first for whom, can only come down." The MC dude's been pumping in for Malik to talk.

Malik rubbed his forehead which suddenly sweated because of the groggy that struck. How not groggy, he is still the stage of approach to the girl. He has not made a statement of love. Now Nico is holding him in public.

"This flower I dedicate to someone initialed 'R' who has managed to make me insomnia every night. Because his face is always reflected in the eyes and interfere with the mind. Although the word love has not been spoken, but believe me all my attention has represented my feelings for you." Malik nodded his head and rushed down. It didn't matter to Nico who called him again. Because surely Nico will work on it again.

The girl with the initials R is none other than Rahma, just smiling mesemically as Malik comes down and approaches her, handing her a bouquet of flowers. Rahma could not hide the hue on both cheeks, let alone the host to tease her from the top of the guarantee.

"Uucnhh so sweet.I suppose my prince is romantic like that, I'm not sure I can stand up straight..baper!" Salma bit her lower lip with both hands clinging to each other in front of her chest.

Candra who heard Salma's words clearly, smiled faintly. Smile meaningfully, only he knows.

"When I really want to get the bouquet so that the wedding chepet, uh throw it even to the side." Salma pursed her lips in disappointment.

"It's just a myth, don't believe it. No need to wait to throw flowers if you want a wedding. Your wish will be granted."

Salma frowned, wanting to ask again but there was a corporate relation that came to greet Candra and they talked.

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The party is still going on. The capital's famous singer began performing in the final session of performing romantic love songs.

Let me paint twilight

Carve your name there

Heard you tell a story

Crying, laughing

Let me paint a night

Bring you the stars

Your friend's hurt

Until you're happy

Candra stole the eyes of the woman standing by her side singing cheerfully following the singer who performed the song du on the music stage.

The presence of the capital artist did not make him fascinated. He was more hypnotized to stare at the new figure of a Salma, who now shone pretty with a purple dress that seemed to focus on permeating the lyrics 'Painting Dusk'.

"Bang Can, how are you here? It should be on top-" Salma pointed with her eyes tails toward the still bustling pelaminan with guests shaking hands.

Did he know that I was staring at him.

Candra turned her gaze in any direction, trying to look normal.

"But if I stay, pity you don't have any friends."

"Who said? I know a lot here. But since there was Bang Can, they were reluctant to approach me. Fearful Boss Candra is fierce." Salma giggled considering that employees at the office gave the nickname 'The handsome killer' to his boss because of the irritability of speech. But Salma was happy, because she felt she won a lot to admire Candra alone.

"Who am I saying that? You're not making up?" Candra narrowed her eyes looking at Salma who was still smiling.

"What a thing to know. In the office, Bang Can was nicknamed 'The handsome Killer'. You see my boss is irrit talk, irrit smile. But I think it's good, let's not have girls who spread charm."

"You jealous?" Candra smiled raising both her eyebrows.

"Eh. N-not jealous. I mean, Bang Can's a rare item, so it's got to be her ideal partner. I'm sure Bang Can's future wife at the lake is ideal." Although there is sadness in the heart, but Salma sincerely said it. He had once while in Bekasi, at first glance see the wallpaper on Candra's phone that displays a photo of a hijab-wearing woman who smiled softly, motherly. He was sure, the woman was the future wife of his boss.

Candra only smiled faintly at Salma's words. He left Salma with his own thoughts.

"Well, you should be given SP! Equalizing me with ancient relics." Candra seemed to want to prank Salma who chuckled while apologizing, just kidding, he said.

"I'm going upstairs again. But you don't go home. I'll take you!"

"But-"

"There is no rejection!" Candra cuts Salma's talk. It passed, back up to the pelaminan. Only the fragrance of the highest perfume from the stocky body clad in a black suit that has now accompanied Umi back.

Ah, the smell is cradling especially if..... Astagfirullah, Salma eling!

Salma patted her own forehead. He immediately mingled with other friends rather than arising no-no thoughts.

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As promised, Candra drove Salma home 30 minutes before the event ended. Only wearing a white shirt that folded his hands up to the elbows, the look of Candra increasingly look macho with a muscle bulge on his arm.

"Bang Can, thank you." Salma breaks the silence of the journey that is soon to arrive in kosan.

"For?" Candra turned her head for a moment with a wrinkled forehead. His hands tightly grip the steering wheel with a fixed focus on the road through.

Salma did not continue speaking. Waiting for a car that will stop soon.

"Salma, what do you want to say?" Candra chose to turn off the car engine after arriving in front of the boarding house. He tilted his body to Salma whose gaze was straight ahead.

"I want to say thank you very much. Our conversation the other day, more precisely the advice of Bang Can about a mate, I chose to be Fatimah. And therefore my heart is open to hijrah, closing the aurat. I know from a long time ago, since school in the Banwa madrasah if it is mandatory to close the aurat.even Mr. repeatedly reminded me of it. But I choose later and later. Uh just came through Bang Can. I wanted to establish myself before marriage, by starting to hijab. Regardless of who my soul mate will be." Salma turned her face, until both eyes clashed because Candra did not take her eyes off during Salma's talk.

"Are you no longer chasing after a fool?" Candra smiled faintly, but Salma chose to lower her face. His heart is not strong. It felt like jumping to get a soft look from that pair of shady eyes.

"I chose to be Fatimah. But rely on the will of God. Oh, thank you, Bang, you've been bothering to drive me." Salma immediately got down from the car, lingering got the gaze of the prince of her dreams it made the work of the heart continue to increase.

"Salma, wait!" Candra opened the glass after Salma closed the car door.

"Yes, Bang?" Salma slightly bent her body to look inside.

"You're getting prettier with the hijab. Stay like that. Assalamualaikum-" Candra reviews a sweet smile. The car drove slowly leaving Salma standing glued in place. He felt that his feet were no longer on the earth. It feels like floating in space gets praise from the man of his tribe.

From the car that drove slowly, Candra's smile expands staring at the rearview mirror that reflects the figure of a graceful woman who is still dumbstruck yet to move.

"Waalaikumsalam-" he replied. Salma's consciousness returns to earth, when the car is no longer visible.

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Only one person whose guess is right, if not Salma or Bang Can who can interest 😁😁

I'm sorry I'm late for this busy thing. God willing, session 1 is coming to an end. So, pantengin hold 😍

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