[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Wound or Happy

Love is looking at the reflection of itself from a large mirror in a room that looks foreign. The room looks empty. There are only two chairs and a large mirror that looks new. Love again smoothed the white kebaya and hijab with matching colors. He looked at the ceiling of the room all white with a pushy look. The memory of the incident last night flashed through his mind.

Love is busy washing hands in the bathroom of the restaurant. He was busy playing his fingers when suddenly a woman appeared and stood beside him. Love lifted her head and glanced at the woman from the reflection of the large mirror before her.

"Bella?" he muttered a little surprised.

"Hi, Love? No wonder we can often meet by chance," said Bella with a slanted smile.

Love stared intently at Bella after hearing the meaningful babble from the sexy-clothed woman. His still wet hands clenched tightly on both sides.

"I warned you, yes. Never hurt the Throne. He doesn't deserve to be with a cheap woman like you."

"Ck! It's so sad that you're, yes" Bella sneered and stepped forward toward Love.

"Didn't you see me that day too? Admit my greatness in conquering the heart of the Throne. His soul and body are mine now. He'll never believe the talk that comes out of your mouth, so .. stop hoping." Bella patted Love on the shoulder after she finished whispering right next to her ear.

The face of love is reddened. It felt like his heart and tubers were already hot and almost exploded just like that. Suppose he lost control of himself, maybe the bathroom was already ravaged at that moment.

"Sister Love?" One pat on her shoulder managed to resuscitate Love from her daydream.

"What's up, Na?" tanya Love grabbed her sister's smooth hand.

"Are you sure of Brother's decision?" nana asked while sitting next to Love.

Love smiled and stroked her sister's hair gently. "Didn't you know me better than anyone. I wouldn't have done this if I wasn't sure."

Nana pulled one corner of her lips to the left lazily hearing Love's reply. It felt very unwilling to see her brother get married in this way. He knew Love was making his happiness and future a gamble. However, the girl who was growing up could not do anything.

"Let's get out, Aunt Laras is waiting for us in the mosque," Nana asked and held her brother's hand.

They walked hand in hand towards the mosque hall which had been prepared by Laras. There are not many people in that place. There was only one ruler, two witnesses and Laras. Where is the groom?

He, the eldest son of the Wijaya family is still on his way. The look on his face showed a confused expression mixed in curiosity. After so many years, this time Zain wants to pick up and go to work one car with him.

"Isn't the road gone, Dad?" ask the Throne when Zain's driver doesn't turn at a crossroads.

There was no answer of any kind he got other than a car that was getting faster and faster splitting the city crowd. The throne only fell silent as occasionally the tip of his eyes glanced at Zain who looked expressionless calm.

"We have arrived. Come down" Zain ordered as the car stopped right at the door of the great mosque.

"Drug's father? Do we want Dhuha prayers?"

The sound of footsteps suddenly stopped in the doorway as the people inside turned their heads. The view of the Throne is immediately fixed on a woman who has sat down to rest with her bride's kebaya. His heart seemed to forget to beat for a while, until the man blinked his eyes to be sure.

"Love?" she said when she was sure the woman wearing the hijab was Love.

"What the fuck?" The throne stared at Zain demanding an answer from the man who had already taken him there.

"You're getting married" Zain replied lightly.

"Me–married? Nah! Until I will not marry Love! I don't love her, the only woman I love is Bella" cried the Throne as she stared intently at the Love that was holding back her tears.

Zain approached his son, turned his head and leaned towards him so that his whispers could be heard clearly.

"You are my son, and your job is to continue what I have done. One of them is keeping the only family of Grandpa Tama. If until you don't marry her today, just remember what I can do to your mother and son sib*lan," said Zain ended by patting his son's shoulder.

Petrifying thrones. His gaze was blank as if his soul was wandering. The twenty-seven-year-old man's hands clenched tightly to reveal his nerves. His gaze slowly turned to Love who was still sitting speechless in front of the ruler. The woman looked terrified to look into the eyes of the sinister Throne.

"Can we start?" ask the ruler who made it save them from that tension.

"Bi–can, Sir. Come on my husband, bring your son here, "the real Pinta Laras is no less nervous than Love.

The throne could only be resigned as his father's hand pushed his burly body forward. The man sat beside Love with a blank look. Flashes of the past gradually sprung up in his head.

His face was sweating coldly considering the events when his stepbrother had to get a whip and a splash of cold water because he was considered negligent to look after him. He still vividly remembered how Zain beat up his sister's Gema just because the Throne forgot to bring his textbook. Zain considered all affairs of the Throne to be the responsibility of the Echoes.

They both grew up watching and experiencing all the physical and verbal abuse. Watching their mother who fought and wept daily in secret, and witnessing the petty crimes her father committed. There was not a single shred of happiness in a house as big as that palace. Until finally the Throne met a woman who can divert his pain. The beautiful and famous woman of the goddess' heart made her forget to think about her pain. Bella's attention seemed to have become opium for the Throne thirsting for affection.

"Bech ...."

Suddenly the word that managed to awaken the Throne was spoken simultaneously from the people present at the mosque. He did not even realize when to say a sacred sentence that in the field will be said specifically for the Bella.

Tears of Love flowed down the river as the witness said his share. She turned her head, looking at the man who had officially become her husband. Love grabbed the hands of the Throne, this was the moment he had been waiting for. A moment where he could kiss the hand of the Throne obediently like a couple. However, just as the fingertips of Love touched the burly hand, the Throne had already violently struck it.

"I've done your wish, I'm leaving now" he told Zain without looking at his father.

Love cries bitterly. There was nothing he could sue for now. In the arms of the young woman, crying sobbing that her shoulders were shaken.

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