Bride Choice

Weddings

Hi this Nayanika looks beautiful with a white kebaya and a small bun on the back of her head. The beautiful crown adds grace to Nayanika. Minimalist facial decoration, also a little original jasmine that adorns him, making him more beautiful.

Unlike most bridal faces. A sense of joy, an aura of happiness did not radiate from Nayanika's face.

His gaze was full of nothingness. Passing on to a destiny that is testing itself.

The guests were not quite as numerous. Only sodara and friends from Arga, come to witness the game of destiny that both live. Although they felt surprised and unexpected, they chose silence with a very high curiosity.

How could Arga, who loved her sister so much, marry her.

There is no special event. Only get along with the dowry of a set of jewels bearing diamonds. After that, eat right away. Without photographs or other customs.

Nayanika left just like that after the contract was over. While Arga chose to talk with his friends.

"Is it because unfortunately, you don't want to give your sister to another man?"

"Crazy! not that time, Bro!"

"Ga, what's wrong? Naya doesn't seem happy."

"Nobody's happy here. It's fate that's playing us all."

"Sorry, Mas. I say goodbye first. May it be a sadinah family, mawadah, warahmah."

"Oh, yes. Let me take you. Friend, I anter pak penghulu first, yes."

Arga dies his friends and takes the clerk of the religious affairs office forward.

"Thank you for everything. I beg you, this remains our secret" Arga said.

"of course. We couldn't even open our mouths. The cover is too big. Ha ha ha."

Arga is just mangosteen. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two officers leave.

May this not be a sin. For the common good, lying is recommended, right?

Not yet a few steps Arga towards the house, a hand violently pulled Arga's hand.

"Calm down first. I can explain everything."

Dzig!

In a half-suplined position, Arga held the corner of her lips that felt sore and salty.

"While you're not real sodara, this marriage still feels disgusting!"

"Whatever! obviously, this is all for Nayanika's sake."

"What's that? do you think he's happy? have you never thought about how we both felt?" Juna's voice was rising. Some people came out because they heard a noise.

Juna who was still upset, pulled the collar of Arga who had just stood up.

"Perse her now! I don't care about the old woman, for the sake of being with Nayanika, I'd better get rid of that witch." Juna's eyes were reddened. Jaw hardens. Breath hunting.

"slowly. She's already my wife. If you really want Nayanika so much, why don't you come early?"

"Bad!" furious Juna.

Bugh!

Not just once. Juna hit Arga many times. The temples, face, nose and other corners of Arga's lips, were injured.

Not that Arga is incapable of resisting. He just wanted Juna to let go of his emotions. As a man, Arga knew what Juna was feeling right now. Losing a loved one is so painful. The pain that Arga was feeling right now, was much lighter than Juna's dying heart.

Arga's friends and some invited guests try to break up. Juna managed to stop him after five men pulled him, away from the body of Arga who had been limp.

There was nothing Nayanika did but look at it all from the window of her room.

His heart is dead. There was no sense that he could feel. The joy, the sadness and the pain had disappeared.

"Who do you want to call dad, son?" he asked while rubbing his stomach.