Behind the Heart Curtain

The Black Bead that Dimmed

Beautiful figure is clearly printed behind the glass of the dresser, white dress dangled to sweep the floor, diamond necklace with simple motifs seem to beautify the look.

"Geez, beautiful you are Amy" cried Mother Aisyah amazed.

"Whoever sees you must be fascinated" he continued, he embraced his beloved daughter who had been cared for with sincerity.

Amy smiled gently and hugged behind Mother Aisyah, honestly at this time she wanted to cry. Amy's eyes began to glaze over, all her might holding her back because once it slid she would never be able to stop it and would shed all her remaining tears.

At exactly 07:00 in the morning the event had already begun, it was still too early for everyone present. But not for Arga, he was so excited. Since dawn he was so busy scolding anyone who catapulted or whose work was not in accordance with his wishes.

Even several times he went in and out of the room where Amy was in makeup, he meticulously noticed that Amy's makeup looked perfect as he wanted it.

Amy sits down on the bridal seat, occasionally smiling as the invitees greet her and give Do'a.

Amy is really tired, she really wants to end this wedding reception.

Too suffocating for her, even the more Do'a said making Amy even more uncomfortable.

This was not his wish, this was not his dream, wanting to feel like he was crying and running as far away as possible but he was unable.

He does not want to see sadness on the look on the face of Mother Aisyah, for Mother, for the sake of the children of the home and for the Orphanage of the Image he must be sincere, must be strong, must be strong, otherwise the jerk man beside her would have destroyed everything just like he had said back then.

"Married me, or lost everything! whenever I want, this parlor can I flatten. The fate of Mother Aisyah and the orphanage children is in your hands, so please choose.your time is not much decided right now".

Amy breathed a heavy sigh, she could not give up. The future of the home is in the hands of the man, at this time he must be strong, let's just say this is a reply for Mother Aisyah and the people of the home who have been sincerely caring for and caring for her. He has not been able to repay their kindness so far, so marrying a vile man is the only way.

"Are you not supposed to be happy!"

Amy gasped in her daydream, apparently she was daydreaming from earlier. The whisper of Arga in her ear made Amy shocked and embarrassed, this was the first time she came into contact with the man, what else when Arga whispered her warm lips right about her sensitive ears.

"Fwttt...." Arga chuckles little to see Amy's face turn red.

"Look at your red face, did I hit your sensitive part?" Whisper Arga in a seductive tone.

"You... A....I don't understand what you mean, shitty" Amy grumbled.

Again Arga chuckled he was happy to see Amy's behavior like that.

It was getting dark, Amy was really exhausted. After the end of the event, Arga immediately took her to their new home that Arga had prepared.

Amy looked confused, she just realized she did not bring anything to this house.

He slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked, thankfully Arga was not in the room at the time.

Amy dyed in the bathroom looking around, her eyes were fixed in the corner closet, there were some towel robes hanging neatly.

"Oh my goodness, am I too small or the size of this oversized robe?" muttered Amy.

But Amy had no choice, she did not want her body to be seen by the man she hated so much.

"Take that shirt, then go to sleep"

Amy is shocked when Arga appears suddenly and throws a white shirt at her.

"I'm all taking your things in the parlour, tomorrow you can get them done, it's up to you to arrange them where I don't care. This room is now your room so please do as you please"

Arga went by and slammed the room door, Amy was still stunned at Arga's current behavior. There's something strange about her, but Amy doesn't understand.

Previously Arga looked jolly even though his behavior was arbitrary, but Arga who just like him was not.

He looked cold, in his dark-black bead of eyes as if harboring deep bitterness.

Amy sat quietly by the bed, this was her wedding night, the night she was now a bride, the wife of a man she did not expect.

But Arga's behavior was as if this marriage was his fault.

'Isn't this the man's wish? am I not here the victim? what does that attitude mean?' Amy muttered irritatedly, immediately wearing the clothes that Arga gave her, then she climbed into bed and turned off the lights.

Today was so hard, he just needed a break, he didn't want to care about anything anymore.

The night was getting late, slowly Arga entered the room. Amy seemed to sleep soundly, standing all day at the pelaminan certainly makes her very tired.

Arga stared at the fragile figure, Arga's dark-black bead of eyes seemed to contain deep sadness.he really felt regret for already hurting Amy and making her suffer even from before they met.

Arga stretched out his hand, eager to caress the lady's hair, but he could not.

Now Amy is nearby, already hers, but Arga is unable to reach it because the Sin he has committed is too big and can not be forgiven.

He marries Amy because he wants to make amends, this forced marriage is the only way he can always be by Amy's side and pay for all his mistakes.

But somehow, exactly what he did was always wrong and it made Amy even more hate him.

Arga is increasingly afraid if the harsh reality is revealed, whether Amy can forgive him, or even hate him more and stay away!

'hhmmmm....' Amy squirms, she feels like someone is watching her.

All around, only darkness. Not finding anyone there, Amy slowly pulled the blanket and continued sleeping.

Arga snorted in annoyance, why should he hide too. Even though Amy saw it was not natural, because they are now a couple.

Once again Arga observed Amy's innocent face, her forehead looking wrinkled 'Could she be having a nightmare?' muttered Arga.

With Arga slowly leaving the room, at this time he needs peace of mind, for a while it would be better if they slept separately in their respective rooms.