BETWEEN THE CEO AND THE MAFIA

Wedding Dresses

"Prita, this one seems to fit."

This afternoon, Prita and Mama Maya are in Queenza Bridal, one of the famous boutiques in S City. Maya forcibly picks up Prita who is working at the cafe to choose her bridal outfit.

Since then, Prita just stayed in front of the glass. Maya is busy pacing back and forth choosing a dress that is suitable for her future daughter-in-law. A few pieces of clothing he took, then he tried to stick it on Prita's body.

"This is a luxurious and elegant model. You try to wear it, yeah."

Maya gives him her choice of dress and encourages Prita to enter the dressing room.

Prita hung the white dress on the hardpoints attached to the side of the wall. Remove the shirt and skirt that wrapped his body. Remaining underwear that are still attached to the body. He stood straight, looking straight at the large mirror before him. He looked at his own reflection.

'Prince, look at you. Your body's been touched by that jerk a lot. Do you think Ayash still wants to touch you? You really are a selfless woman, still hoping to be accepted by her family well?'

Tears began to come out of his eyes. His breath suddenly felt tight. His body drooped to the floor as if he had no more strength to stand. Inside the 2x2-meter room he cried withstanding the sobbing. There was an inner war within him that made his breath choked.

Should she wear such a beautiful dress and be with the man she loves so much at the wedding? Meanwhile, Ayash did not know that the woman he loved so much had many times become the lustful gratifier of other men. Prita couldn't say everything. Is Ayash still willing to accept when he tells the truth?

It doesn't want to be like that. Bayu who had usurped his crown as a woman. It wasn't his fault. But will others not blame him?

Getting married to Ayash was a dream that had been kept away. He wants to live with Ayash forever. He wants to enjoy the first experience of making love to the person he loves. But all that is no longer possible. Everything is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. In fact, marriage feels like a ghost that scares her.

Tok tok....

"Prita, what's wrong with you? How long is it?"

Prita immediately wiped away her tears, "Yes, Auntie. Prita's out soon."

Not wanting to make Mama Maya worry, Prita immediately got up. He took the dress of his future-in-law's choice and wore it. She saw her reflection in a white dress. The dress was very pretty and fit on her body.

Prita took the powder from inside the bag. He rubbed the powder to cover his tears. He smiled and acted as if everything was okay.

"Well, you're beautiful, baby." praised Maya when Prita just came out of the dressing room.

"His shirt size fits too. You look like a queen wearing this. I seem to have a knack for being a fashion stylist. Haha.... "

Prita just smiled looking at Mama Maya who looked very happy.

"We'll just take this one, how about it?"

"Just aunty. If aunt likes it, I'll wear it."

"Ah, you are indeed a sweet and submissive child. That's why aunty always wants to have a daughter. And, in a minute, you'll be a aunt's son."

Prita smiled bitterly at Mama Maya's sincerity. Would he still accept it if he knew the true conditions? Mama Maya is a very nice person. He was afraid that he would be disappointed.

"Which one does he want to wear? This one or this one?" Maya again carries two crowns in her hands. He tells Prita to choose.

"This one looks good." Prita chose the crown on Mama Maya's right hand.

"Yes. Although the design is simple, but the gem looks luxurious, not excessive."

"Prime!"

From the door came Ayash. He still wears his work clothes. It seemed, from the office he immediately followed mama and Prita to the boutique.

Ayash was fascinated to see his lover in a white wedding dress. Very beautiful and graceful like an angel. The angel threw a smile at him.

"Oh, you came too? What, pretty Prita?"

"Ehm, beautiful ma.... "

"Yes, who picked this shirt."

"Yes, Ma. But say Ayash dong first if you want to take Prita away. I'm worried I think Prita's missing."

"From yesterday, my mom took you to the store. He said he couldn't, because he was busy. Yes, I have, Mama just take Prita."

"Ih! This kid is." Maya nags Ayash's ear, "Where's no mama ever maksa Prita."

"Already, Aunt. Poor Ayash."

"Aunty didn't make it, did she?"

"Yes, Auntie doesn't make it. Prita was going to come along."

"Tuh, listen!"

"I change clothes first, yeah."

"Yes, honey."

Prita re-entered the dressing room. She took off her dress and put her clothes back on.

Prita looked back at herself in the mirror. He was determined to have a serious talk with Ayash. He'll say everything. If Ayash was still willing to accept it, it would be a great happiness for him. But, if Ayash hated her, he would be prepared to leave her. He will go as far away from Ayash as possible.

When I came out of the dressing room, Mama Maya did not appear to be there. There was only Ayash sitting while playing his phone.

"Where's Aunt Maya?"

"Mama's gone home first. Papa was on the phone. Are you done?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then let's go home."

"How's the book?"

"Later taken care of. I paid for everything."

Ayash took Prita's hand. They walked out to the parking lot. There is a white Mercedes Benz SL from Ayash.

Before getting to the car, Prita stopped her steps.

"Darling, why?" Ayash was a little worried because Prita stopped all of a sudden.

Prita felt her head dizzy and her stomach was nauseous. He sat down and held his head.

"Jeek... Yuck.... Yuck.... "

Prita spewed out a clear liquid from inside his mouth. His body felt bad and his head was getting dizzy.

Ayash helped nape his nape.

"I'm dizzy." complained Prita.

Ayash looked at Prita's paled face. He became more worried. Prita got in the car. Prita still held her head. His body was limp as powerless.

"You must be exhausted. Shouldn't have been taken to the boutique." Ayash tries to focus behind his wheel while occasionally noticing the weak-looking Prita.

"I can't refuse. Aunty looks happy and excited to prepare for this wedding. I just want to make auntie happy."

"Thank you for making my mom happy. But your health is also important. Next time, don't push yourself, yeah. Don't make me worry."

"Yes, sorry."

"Now, we have to go to the doctor."

"Huh, what for? I'm just a little dizzy. After resting, it will also heal."

"No, we still have to go to the doctor. We're getting married soon, I don't want you to get sick. Mama will also often bring you here."