Destiny Nafizah

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(Pov Kirara)

After I met the strange man, finally one week later my side was opened.

Nafizah and her husband and father always come to my trial. But I never saw the man named Angga coming.

The last hearing before the verdict, he came and asked only who could be my guardian and I said no because my father was dead and had no brothers because my father was an orphan. After that he left.

Every time I think about whether my decision is right even if it is a waste because everything has gone and in the end I have to follow the current.

Until my decision hearing was on the title and read to me I didn't see it. Finally I was released considering what I was doing was self-defense for my stepfather's evil intentions.

After the judgment hearing I was dragged into Nafizah's car, and now sit in the middle seat listening to the babble of my beloved girl.

"You don't have to ask where I took you, just follow our orders because you are now our prisoner, he said with a laugh.

Seeing their affection, my heart ached. I am caught in a crisis of my identity.

My life was very hard, from my childhood I trained my father various martial arts, he said because he had no son and my sister was not talented. That's why I have to be my family's protector.

From that moment on I became a really strong person, I loved extreme sports, the first time I asked for a motor sport he granted it.

I started a wild race, my lover would harass me and see him cheating on me. Then I tragically lost my father, after my father's departure the events that made me hate men other than my father got stronger my sister's boyfriend who wanted to desecrate her and lastly stepfather wanted to do the same.

"We have arrived." Nafizah's voice surprised me she had already opened the car door on my right. I got off this at a boutique.

We went inside, Nafi's husband was waiting in the guest room.

Mbak Indah gives a wedding dress with subordinate white trousers and kebaya tops that bloom the bottom and tailed back along the knee.

"How about a model dress like this?" ask Nafizah

Beautiful mom laughs. "That was the request of Mr. Angga himself, make a comfortable wedding dress for mbak Kirara."

"It's okay, Ma'am. Does this have to be worn now?" much

"Yes obviously dong Ra, spare a change!" nafi's orders to me

I went to the locker room and changed my clothes to bridal clothes, the danger made me a little uncomfortable as my chest was made a little bit semit and a low neck piece and the belly that fit the body. 'When he took my size, ' I thought.

I went out of the room and protested a little with the beautiful madam.

"This is how it is Mbak, his chest and his neck piece a little low, mbak" I said to mbak Indah.

Beautiful Ma'am looked at me and corrected my appearance did not answer my question instead praising the crazy man who would become my husband later.

"Unbelievable Mr. Angga turned out to know details with the excess body of his future wife" he kekeh

"Mom!" call me again

"Ehh, that's the young request said Mr. Angga let you realize that you are a girl, I don't understand the point, too," said mbak Indah laughed and I just rolled my eyeballs up.

I saw Nafi laughing. "This brood can not be repaired, this part is a little low," I said to mbak Indah.

It's not possible to mbak, it's okay if people who are observant just look," said mbak laugh again.

Long story short I've been dressed up in such a way and down to Aunt Kayla's house.

Somehow, when I got to the courtyard of the house heard from the microphone he uttered the hijab on my behalf with a dowry of twenty million rupiah.

I was immediately taken by Nafi sitting next to him, When he saw me in a wedding dress and makeup that I thought was too excessive, flabbergasted and smiling.

He stretched out his hand to make me realize that I am now his wife. I kissed the back of his hand and he touched my head and prayed and kissed my forehead for a long time there was a strange sigh in my body but I didn't mind.

We signed the marriage book, I heard he asked permission to go in tithing, and let the party go without us.

He dragged me out of the house, and walked towards the motor sport that was so familiar to me I turned towards him. "When you take this," I asked him, but he didn't answer and he wore a helmet on my head.

"Bonceng I consider me your wife," she said chuckling made me want to slam her.

I ride on my sport bike.

and she sat behind me wrapped her hands around my body and squeezed the front of me, there was a strange sigh that made me a little dazed.

"What's wrong? Why not walk? Did you forget how to drive your bike because you were in jail for a long time?" said frontal.

"Just son, not that" I told him

"Then what?" tannya

"Your hands, sir! Then where are we going?" I was a little nervous because he didn't stop the action, and strangely I couldn't even twitch.

She laughs. "So you've forgotten how to drive a motorcycle, let alone the others, let's go! I'll tell you the way later" he said, changing his hand grip on my stomach, telling me the direction I should take.

I sped up at full speed, it didn't take long until we finally got to the hotel, he took me to his study and now I'm sitting in this room, tired of seeing him work, he said, while the food provided for me was gone, I started to get sleepy and then I threw my body onto the sofa, and began to fall asleep.

I felt a sting on my lips and my hand reflexes would hit him but I could not help but catch my hand more swiftly. His lips still act on my lips until a while ago let go.

"I thought you could kiss it couldn't, '" she said

"I thought you had an identity crisis turned out to be a symptom, How? Beautiful is not how I wake you up. Take the ablution we pray first," he said.

I did not say, just grumbled in my heart, as I got off the sofa and walked to the bathroom.

After the completion of the dhuhur prayer he ordered food and I don't know what else because on the table there is a paper bag does not know what it contains.

"If you're tired of wearing that shirt, I've bought you a shirt to wear" he said, pointing at the paper bag.

I took the paper bag and took it to the bathroom, soon I came back in a cream-coloured continuous dress just below my knees I walked up to her and she put on a smile maybe laughing at the way I walked.

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(Pov Angga)

After praying, we went home, now I'm the one who brought the motor without talking I reach his hand to loosen it in my stomach.

I was driving at full speed he didn't expect me to be able to do the same with him, We arrived in an instant

After that prayer two rakaat I gave a prayer to him and stood up and said, "I've prepared an arena for us to compete, I've made a fight, look here the empty room because I think our first night won't be soft for the other couple." I laugh.

"What's the first night?" tannya

"Why, scared?" ask me while walking towards him

"Father, don't fuck around! I can slam the father," he said while taking a swing

"Oh, yes, I want to feel your dings," I said, continuing to walk towards him

he started attacking, but I could handle it very easily, I slammed down gently with both wrists locked with one hand and my feet locked both feet. One hand stripped his clothes, I started attacking me at his weak point, until I was lulled by my touch.

Even now that I've been on top of her body with an innocent body I used all my senses to make her feel she really didn't wrinkle until I entered her most beautiful body it was hard to knock my body and she reacted to it attacking me I locked his hand back after I slowly went deeper and then I stopped and I whispered something that made him soften.

"I was tricked by a friend named Galih to resuscitate his daughter who he thought was wrong to take care of you, I don't think it turns out you are his daughter and this is the only thing that will support you that you are Kirara's woman," I said while moving wildly without realizing it he began to moan, on his lips came out a beautiful song.

"Trust me I honor you and exalt you" I whispered to him and groaned to my peak and so did he. A warm liquid soaked her womb and I prayed to the better for our future descendants.

I let go of my link and lay down next to him.

"You know my father?" tanyakanya.

"Hem," I answered tired of conquering him.

"How's it?" tanyakanya.

"It feels so good" I said teasingly.

"Not that, my father how did you meet my father?" he said while hitting my chest.

"I'm sleepy, Ra. You know, I was so draining of my energy to gulp down your honey," I said with a chuckle.

"Don't sleep yet! Tell me!" the door while looking at me

"Huggle first I just wanted to tell you a story" I said as I looked at her face

She tilted her body at me and hugged me, "Tell me!" his orders are impatient.

"All right," I said

"Two years ago, there were two men of different ages and equally hurt coming to the club, for drinks. But even changed direction to invite fights and bets. If he loses, he'll let me drink. Waiting for me and driving home, if I get drunk. If he wins, then I have to resuscitate his daughter who is almost crazy because of betrayal and misadministration of him, then I lose, then he teaches me that style," I said chuckling, face blushing in shame.

"My dad why?" tannya

"Your mother cheated on you with her assistant and at the pergoki that day, forget it! Let's sleep!" I said to hold her tight.

(Mirna Pov)

After I recovered from my wounds and married Peter I returned to Indonesia. But I was late, Nafizah was free and Naura was safe, I followed them with the car my husband had rented for a few days.

Turns out there was a wedding, I asked my husband to turn the corner. "Not to meet them?" ask husband.

"Not tomorrow" I told him.

The next day we came around eleven and there was still an event, I did not dare to meet them, what else Hardian saw me a little suspicious, I decided to go back in the car and ask my husband to turn around.

"Why?" ask my husband

"We go home, let them be happy. After all they did not recognize me, I decided to be your Bell, I took off my past with Mirna's body that fell into the abyss. Let's go back to our house!" my door.

"Well, if that's what you want, tomorrow we leave" Peter replied.

(Pov Nafizah)

Xua the next month Bang Angga returned to America, I was pregnant, two months apart with my mother.

Eleven months later, Papi remarried to his mother, after giving birth to Om Rudi's son, who was named Adnan Alfarizqi and the time of Niphaz was completed. A month later Yusuf Naura got married. I gave birth the day after my sister's wedding.

A daughter named Adeeva Aviqo Shahila was present in our lives, the two babies who were two months apart gave color to our lives. Papi is very happy to sometimes hold Adnan and then change with his grandson.

"How about Joseph's deck, has it been a goal?'' my husband asked jokingly with Mas Yusuf who married my sister.

He just laughed and glanced at my sister.

I used to call Mas Yusuf because of my adoptive brother and now it has to turn into Joseph's sister, it feels funny but yes it has to be.

After my son was two months old we moved to my husband's mansion, and Gilang moved to Hardian's mas apartment with his wife. Mas Hardian told him to occupy his apartment.

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Five years later, we gathered at Om Rudi's house, mami did not want to return to the mansion it was precisely the house now occupying is Bik sumi, Tini and Bang Bejo. Even the house became a catering business mbak Tini now.

We gathered in the middle room with a fur carpet food menu presented under Three krucaci busy helping to transport food.

Adnan, Adeeva and Alzam my brother's son ran from the kitchen in the middle room.

When we were ready, we ate together and talked.

"But when are we going to Rudi's father's grave?'' ask Anand.

"This time, baby. We'll eat first" Papi said. Adnan was happy and continued to eat.

After eating we went to the tomb of om Rudi, after walking for 15 minutes we also until now we sit in front of a tomb that reads Rudi Alfarizqi. Adnan's voice greeted.

"Hello Father, I come again with Papi, mother and all the family, may you be happy" Adnan said

After giving our best prayer, they ran home.

Every life there is always a storm ready to blow in sadness and tears. But when the hands are united it will feel light.

Finishes.

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