WHY LOVE
S2-Marriage Should Be Canceled

Rahma looked at Malik while shaking her head. "Don't let Uma scream again. Let's get out!"

Malik rubbed his hair with his palms. He must neutralize the passion that has risen to the crown. Just starting, he lamented.

"Ah Uma, even though this also wants to eat," he said while adjusting his breath so that before leaving the room, his appearance looks normal and natural.

Rahma after the glare smoothed appearance, just a smile to stare at him.

In the middle room that is titled carpet has been presented various dishes. The people sitting in a circle stared at the arrival of the newlyweds.

"Sorry, there's no dining together." Malik grinned and chose to sit down on Nico's side.

"Then again many gini people have been making room. It's still afternoon Bang. Patient dong-" Nico deliberately amplifies his voice to mute his best friend.

Everyone is laughing. Suci and Salma giggled as they glanced at Rahma who joined sitting nearby.

"Say the same brother, don't be content. Just take a week, let's not hurt." Suci whispered in Rahma's ear but was also heard by Salma.

"Apaan, anyway." Rahma pinched Holy's arm until it was heard complaining. He was so ashamed of being a temptation.

Suci and Salma again giggled to see Rahma's blushing face.

"Suddenly the bride wants to have the science of sirep. Let everyone in the house sleep. So no one bothers him." Hendro's Father's turn teases Malik.

"Ha ha ha. Experience yes Mr. Hendro." Turn Om Badru who laughs loosely with a mouth full of food.

"Dad watch out for choking!" Uma warned her husband to laugh while shaking his body.

The main character only mesem-mesem responded to it.

Malik headed to the balcony where there is a Jakarta family relaxing enjoying the bright night air with the wind blowing slowly. The flickering flickering stars dotted the pitch-black night sky. The natural beauty of God's creation that should be grateful and repented by mankind.

"Dad, Mother, Malik is very grateful to be willing to be a guardian." I don't know how many times Malik said the word was so grateful because Hendro's father and Mother Devi wanted to spend time as a representative of his parents.

Malik's parents' lack of close ties with his extended family made Malik also distant with relatives from both his father and his mother. As if he had no relatives. Only Nico's family he has, which in fact there is no family tree.

Hendro's father nodded. "Take the silver lining, Malik. Later do not let happen to your offspring, must be familiar with each other, do not break up the friendship."

Malik confirmed Hendro's father's words.

"Tomorrow we go home first. Be a faithful and responsible husband. Real life begins today." Mother rubbed Malik's back. A swab that drains a mother's warmth towards her child.

"Yes, Mother." Malik felt overwhelmed by the affectionate strokes. He could not even remember the last time he got a gentle swab from his mother.

The conversation continues with Nico and Candra until it doesn't feel like the night is getting late. Malik was actually already anxious to leave from there, following Rahma who had entered the room first. Basic Nico, there are ways to prevent Malik from moving on. Until finally at 11 pm everything dissolved. Nico and Candra go home to Umi.

Malik slowly opened the room door and locked it. The size of the room is not too spacious but there is a bathroom in it that presents a beautiful view. For Malik the view on the white bed made him hold his breath, so amazed.

A beautiful woman clad in a pink nightgown was sound asleep with black hair left untouched. Some children's hair appears to fall over the forehead.

Real pretty.

Malik is fascinated. He who sat on the edge of the bed kept staring at his wife's face. For the first time he saw Rahma without a hijab.

"Sleep well, my wife." Malik kissed Rahma's forehead, saying slowly. He could not bear to wake Rahma whose face looked tired. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow it's time to go honeymoon. Free time to do both. Without anyone disturbing.

"I love you." The second kiss landed on Rahma's lips. Cape after the event last afternoon kept him slumbering without knowing if now Malik had slept beside him and hugged him tightly and warmly.

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Jakarta

A week later.

Weekends at the mansion Hendro's father, in-laws and son-in-law sit together on the family room couch. The saint holds the Tab to choose the decoration of the room room for his son later. The room that was prepared was next to his room.

Actually the Saints refused to prepare the room now. Because as long as he was a baby, his son would stay in the room with him. Even the baby box has been prepared, along with other baby equipment has been purchased. Just waiting for the birth of your child.

But the other case with the thought of Mother Devi. Her in-laws wanted total preparation by designing the room of her second grandchild.

"It's good yes. Pink white. Funnier. Girly." Mommy enlarges the look of the picture with a wide smile full of satisfaction.

"But we don't know her gender yet, Bun. What if it's a neutral color?" sacred Prophecy. Just like choosing baby clothes, he chose neutral colors.

"But Mother's feeling is your daughter." Mother observes the Holy stomach that is increasingly protruding and rubs it once. "Ah but want women or men the same. The important thing is to be born healthy and safe." continued Mother correcting.

Saints nodded. The choice of the interior of the room was finally decided to use pastel colors according to the example design.

"This will be Mother's business. Because the designer's a friend of Mother's son."

Sacred breathing relieved. The picky event until 1 hour is now over. He kept the tab on the table.

"Mother inform me of the cost. I'll transfer."

Mother shakes. " No need. This is a gift from Mother. Make a second grandchild."

"Ah, Mommy is the best. Thanks-"Suci hugged her mother-in-law with a big smile. Mother smiled back while rubbing the back of her daughter-in-law with affection.

"Who, Sri?"

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"How are you, Beautiful?" Mother hugs warmly the figure of a graceful brown-haired woman who is neatly arranged. The half-century-old woman was once her neighbor when Nico and Malik were in elementary school.

"Good." Mama Indah replied to cipika cipiki with a flat face.

"Where's Malik?"

Mother commented a smile with a calm face. While the Holy Mother invited to come to meet the guest, staring carefully. He did not yet know who the ageless-looking middle-aged woman was.

"We talk while sitting down!" Mother invited her guests.

"Where's the mall, Devi?" mama Indah repeated her question.

"Mali's not here. They're still honeymoon." Mother replied calmly.

Both of the guests' eyes were wide. Bummer.

"So right said the apartment security. Malik is married?" mama Indah squinted her eyes at Mommy.

Mother nodded. "Me and the husband who was the witness, also who accompanied him in the guarantee."

"Who's girl?"

"Why are you so presumptuous? I am his mother."

"His wife is Rahma, she-"

"Oh the village woman. I don't agree. The wedding has to be annulled!" Mama Indah cut Mother's speech. Hearing Rahma's name, he certainly remembered the simple-looking woman Malik had introduced him to.

"What are you talking about, beautiful." Mother began to provoke emotions. But Suci touched his arm and shook his head slowly.

Mother exhales slowly. Trying to calm down.

"It's Holy, my beloved daughter-in-law." Mother turned her head towards the Saint sitting by her side. "The Holy One is Rahma's cousin. Both are descendants of good families."

"Beautiful, don't look at people of social status." Mother shook her head. Disagree.

"Whatever. You want to have a son-in-law of the village, I don't care. But I care about Malik's future. I already have a candidate that matches him. Their marriage must be annulled!"

"What's this about? Why did aunt insult my wife?" Apparently the words of Mama Indah were heard by Nico and Hendro's father who had just arrived after jogging together around the complex.

Nico and dad sat down joined in the long, empty chair.

"Nico, aunty doesn't insult your wife. Even aunts don't care about other people's lives. But why did your parents interfere in people's affairs. That's why aunt protested." Mama Indah now turned to look at Nico with a fiery face.

"Tante, I also meddled in Malik's affairs. I drove him to propose until he got married. Because Malik asked for help and because he's my best friend."

"Tante should be proud. Malik has a wife who has guided him to be a good man."

Mama Indah stared intently at Nico. "You were a kid yesterday afternoon. Don't know shit. Malik's father used to be tempted by pretentious village women. In fact, it's been highlighted."

Mama Indah's face looked red with anger.

"Don't twist the facts, Beautiful." Hendro's father's turn chimed in. "It's good that your late husband used up you to put on the executive chair."

" Don't blame a man for turning to another woman. Blame his wife for abandoning a husband and son who are more concerned with career and office" Hendro's father said.

Nico knitted his two eyebrows. He was surprised by the fact that Malik's parents were in the past.

"Don't you know, Hendro." Mama Indah narrowed her eyes with a cynical smile. Suddenly his face pias. Gasped.

Hendro's father looked calm despite getting a look of intimidation.

"The deceased said it to myself. He used to always confide."

Momentary silence. Mama Indah looked to be pursing her lips. He's woken. Didn't expect her ex-husband to always confide in Hendro. That means the two are close friends.

"I'll cancel Malik's wedding!"

"Excuse me."

Mama Beautiful got up from her seat. He left in a hurry to leave the living room.

Holy sunk into the shiny granite floor reflecting the shadow of the face of the cousin sister.

Oh allah. Poor Rahma.