You're My Antidote
Akad

At the age of a quarter of a century, of course, a marriage has crossed his mind.

Not infrequently he felt jealous every time he attended the wedding of a schoolmate, college or coworker.

Imagine how happy they are to be with their loved ones. The eyes full of desire and the aura of happiness that emanated so strong.

Rani also wants a marriage in her life.

Finding the right guy. The man she loved and loved her too. Men who will treat her well throughout their household life. Building a family he never had.

No need for a handsome guy with a supermodel face. No need for millionaires with a myriad of assets. He just wants an ordinary man who can accept it for what it is. Want to fight together and can be a good life partner.

But when this day came, he did not feel the happiness that he had imagined would be felt every bride.

Today she will marry the King who has a supermodel face with wealth that will never be compared to her.

A marriage that exceeds his expectations.

But her heart didn't feel flowery because they didn't love each other. Although he admitted his heart did not stop pounding since he woke up before dawn.

He couldn't sleep well thinking about today. He was afraid that things would not go well. Especially after the wedding.

He was afraid that the King would regret having married her who was clearly far from the woman of a King's dreams.

Especially, he was afraid of getting hurt if his heart fell on the King.

"Beautiful." praise Maira - the King's cousin - who will be his companion to the ballroom where ijab kabul is held as well as the reception.

At times like this, Rani misses having a family.

It would be nice if his biological mother could accompany him at a time like this. Convince himself that everything will be fine. Convince her that she will be happy with her choice.

If only his father would shake the King's hand directly.

Had it been the mother who would have led him to the pelaminan.

But again he could only accept his life's destiny. Because there is no point in imagining the word 'if'.

Because there is no mother or father in his life.

"Believe the King's brother will not let you go tonight." - Maina. "What else after yesterday we spa. I'm sure Raja's brother will get sticky." Maina blinks her eyes flirtatiously. Maira also agreed to the words of her twin.

Yesterday morning Rani was invited by the two twin sisters to do a special spa for the bride. From morning to evening they spend on beauty candidates to pamper themselves.

Super fancy treatment that Rani could not possibly enjoy with her own salary. Because he felt it was a pity if the salary he earned with great difficulty after days of squeezing energy and thoughts wasted for such a thing. He better use it to please his younger siblings.

But not the first time he came to the spa and enjoyed the existing treatments.

Several times King gave him a free spa voucher that every month or even every two weeks the man can be free from his friend who is the owner of the spa itself.

Not just one voucher. Sometimes two or three vouchers so he can invite other office friends.

"You're too much" he refused with the opinion of the twins. "You're even prettier." she replied in praise.

Maira and Maina are two years ahead of him. But Maina refused to be called sister when they first met. And Maira followed who also said it would be more familiar if they called each other names.

While they were still debating who was prettier among them, the mother of the twins entered the make-up room and took them out.

They walked out of the make-up room towards the large door leading to the ballroom.

From the large LCD TV screen next to the door, Rani can see Raja and a ruler shaking hands with each other.

He can also clearly hear the kabul ijab that occurs in there.

His heart, which he felt was already racing, was now getting stronger until he felt it was going to explode. His heart rippled warmly hearing the King speak his name in kabul in one breath.

Is she officially the wife of King Adhitama Shandika?

The man she always admired but never dared to dream of?

His hands are so sweaty. She felt her chest tight as if she did not receive oxygen properly even though the dress she was wearing was not so tight. The material used is not heavy and comfortable to wear for a long time. So obviously, the problem is him.

"Barnapas, dear." Maira and Maina's mother reminded him. He realized that he was holding his breath during the kabul hijab. It's worth it he feels tight. "Tante used to be just like you" added the woman with a teasing smile towards him.

"Sir King is so cool, anyway." Maira was amazed by the King who had just finished doing the kabul and praying which was led by the ruler. "Zain will be cooler."

Rani chuckles as Maina pushes on her own brother's head.

"You guys are getting married fast too. Do not keep working. Mommy wants grandkids too."

Rani chuckles even more when both Maina and Maira both turn their faces at the grunts of their mother.

The host orders Rani to enter the ballroom. "Let's love." mother's invitation to return to make her heart that had started beating normally, now back beating stronger.

Rani did not dare to raise her gaze. He simply walked after Maina and Maira who were rubbing her arms.

Step by step was adding more and more quickly near his heart. It made him worry about his hard-working heart.

Arriving next to the table used for kabul ijab, the King pulled a chair for him to sit on.

They signed the marriage papers and exchanged rings.

He still did not dare to raise his gaze. Even when he was asked to kiss the back of the King's hand by the ruler.

Only when the ruler asked the King to kiss his forehead did he raise his gaze in shock and their gaze met.

In the eyes that always look dark, Rani saw something different. Even if he doesn't know what it means. Because Rani was sure it wasn't a happy highlight. The king may be happy with this marriage.

The more the King brought his face closer, the more slowly Rani closed her eyes. He convinced himself that the King was doing it only for formality. Preventing his heart from getting carried away.

The King's lips that felt cold pressed against his forehead. Lips that feel soft and warm.

Time stopped turning.

The kiss that only happened for a few seconds was very long for Rani. And the whisper of the King made his heart leap into the silver. "Assalamu'alaikum my wife."

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