Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Angry Arabella.

...***You're like the rain wet the earth,...

...Descend rapidly and prevent me from leaving,...

...Yet......

...After you've gone without me asking for it,...

...I really didn't expect your coolness for a second***...

...🌼🌼🌼🌼...

Deepest broken heart, lost heart patch forever. The deepest pain, treading the path of love without his figure that is always in worship.

As a co-worker, Rio is also included in the list of Agam and Jena wedding invitation recipients. Salman as the chief publisher of Will, also as the brother of Agam's father, gave the invitation without any burden. Because, although it is no secret that Rio likes Jena, in fact now the woman has officially become his nephew's wife. Aiming to open the eyes of Rio's heart, even though it hurts the man still has to deal with reality.

Receiving and looking at the invitation card carefully, thanks also feels heavy to say.

Understanding about the heart that was being hurt, Salman let Rio drown in all his heartbreak.

"Sir-head, I'm pursuing a manuscript deposit, probably won't have time to attend their wedding" he said as Salman's feet took several steps to leave.

The grown man turned to look at Rio"Your rights to be present or not at their wedding."

"May I have a message?" asked Rio again. Really, Jena can't get him to call. Without Rio knowing the woman's phone had sunk at the bottom of the Mentaya river.

Salman stepped forward, the more aptly faced with the handsome Rio. With a tall stature, a handsome face, a good career, and money for sure, very dear this man must swallow a bitter pill love clapping one hand.

"Rio, your reason for not attending their wedding is really funny. The Rio I know isn't a loser, why are you hiding from reality?."

The man threw a glance out the window. Being on the 5th floor of the building, there was a desire to jump beautifully from the roof, not once twice he felt his broken heart, only this time the fracture hurt too much"Just once I saw him with another man, I wasn't sure I'd be able to see him side by side a second time, with a man who wasn't me."

Salman took a heavy breath, all this while being famously friendly to every woman, not once did he hear Rio have a lover. For years of gathering courage to uncover love, unfortunately the arrow of the goddess Amor is not lodged in his heart and Jena. The red thread that binds Jena's ring finger never ends on her ring finger, really Rio had riled on the creator.

"I can feel how broken your heart is, but it would be better if you were heartened once again Rio. Like you were boasting when the woman got married for the first time" Salman's shady gaze was full of warmth, dear....Rio did not feel that attention because the wound in the heart was gaping again.

The sharp-eyed man shook his head"My love was too much for him, especially when he was officially widowed, my expectations were getting too much."

"You are a writer who is good at tracing words, you also know a lot of expressions from various people in the world, he said, I'm really not sure you've never read anything the prophet's friend has ever said."

Raising the face that had looked down sad"Who? what kind of words did he say?" he asked Salman.

"I have felt all the bitterness in my life, and the most bitter thing is to hope in man, so said the friend of the prophet Ali ibn Abi Talib."

Salman's remarks made Rio pensive....

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When the decree of the almighty is poured with various kinds of prejudices, then...

The wedding party has been going on, with Jena's beautiful dress looking even more beautiful. Doubt continued to envelop his heart as he stepped foot, along with Agam who continued to look in admiration at him.

Throughout the party, the smile on his face continued to expand, as did Agam. The man stood up gallantly, with the groom's suit increasingly adding to his good looks.

The peace and cheer continued, the invited guests continued to arrive and congratulate them. As Jena alleged, there were several journalists who came to cover their wedding party, whether who invited, the reporters were able to enter freely into their event. Bad prejudices began to re-emerge in his heart.

"Are you tired??" asked Agam as a smile began to fade from his wife's face.

"A little, but that's okay. I'm happy, everyone seems happy today" she said, smiling.

"Hold on for a little while, this party only lasted until the afternoon," said Agam rubbing gently on the back of Jena's hand.

"Hemm," Jena nodded obediently.

The group of study mothers who often attended Arabella had just arrived, and like the state of avatars who were disturbed because of the fire country's attack, peace in the party was slowly disturbed.

"Hey.. I think his son-in-law will wear a hijab, ckckckckck!."

"Huh??? astaghfirullah, if it is not veiled in everyday life at least the woman uses the hijab when married. Look at that handsome Agam, he's a righteous man......"

Sitting so close to the table, the study mothers did not even lower their tone.

Hearing very clearly, Jena clasped her fingers tightly.

"Have it, don't take care of people's lives," one of the study mothers rebuked.

"Hus!!!! we come to give good prayers, not toothes!," said another.

The rebuke made the two mothers silent, indeed, among the many mothers of study the two women were very fond of commenting on the lives of others.

Not only Jena, Agam also heard their words. Grabbing Jena's little fingers, Agam clasped the woman's hand tightly while looking at her closely.

"Don't listen, they like to gossip."

Jena nodded small.

"sorry, your friends make you disappointed," he continued in a soft, soft voice.

"It's okay, I'm not self-conscious, I should have asked MUA to put hijab, like our marriage contract in the boarding school yesterday," he said weakly.

"Don't blame yourself, nor do I remind you of it. I was wrong, I should have suggested you hijab at this party," seeing the woman grieving, Agam deeply regretted being negligent this time.

Watching her son and daughter-in-law earlier, Arabella came to them"What's the matter, dear?," the woman took Jena's fingers from Agam's grasp.

"There's nothing at all" Jena immediately smiled. As if everything was okay.

"You look sad" Arabella said. Her fingers rubbed gently on Jena's smooth cheeks"You're so pretty baby."

Jena smiled shyly, Arabella continued to say she was beautiful since.

The presence of Arabella in the pelaminan attracted the attention of her friends, they called Arabella to join them.

After gently rubbing Jena's smooth cheeks, Arabella immediately approached her friends.

Smiling widely, there was a hint of happiness on the look of Arabella's face"You want another snack?," he asked as he took a seat with them.

"Byeah" said the toothed mother.

"I'll have the waiter fill this table with snacks again" Arabella said as she coded the servant.

The two women looked happy, expensive snacks would be coming in front of them soon.

"Eh Arabella, didn't you choose the wrong daughter-in-law?" the other mother poked Arabella's arm.

"Why? my daughter-in-law is beautiful, isn't she."

Mothers look up"We know she's very beautiful, but...you left where her hijab???."

The other mothers slowly moved away, if they had protested against the appearance of others, these two women were indeed champions. Not wanting to get involved, those who did not like their words and behavior chose to leave the table. Stay Arabella and a pair of mother prodigy.

"So, you look down on my son-in-law??," Arabella's tone began to change, there was no longer any hospitality in it.

"Not so, we just didn't expect Agam to get the soul mate of an un-Islamic woman. I think he should have gotten a godly wife like Zafirah."

The man's dimpled jaws hardened, suddenly his heart became hot. Wanting to stand up and approach the women, Jena kept her husband quiet.

Arabella gave a lip, no different from Agam, she also began to get emotional.

"My daughter-in-law just hasn't veiled yet, the dress she's wearing is also still closing the veil. If you can't make a good comment, at least don't make a bad comment on it."

The faces before him stiffened, as the guts of the two women shrieked. They swallow saliva that gets stuck in the esophagus hard.

"Excuse us Arabella," their great-grandson together.

Arabella stood up"If you've eaten a meal, please take your sovenir and go home," the woman left her two stunned friends in disbelief. Arabella looks terrible when she's angry.

"Putting these snacks on the desk of the other mothers of study only", Arabella held her waitress who would deliver the snacks to the table of the two women.

"Well ladies, so their table doesn't need to be filled with snacks anymore?."

"You can fill it when they're gone, soon they'll be home," slightly raised his voice, making sure that Arabella's speech is clearly heard in the ears of two of his friends.

"Well mistress," said the obedient servant.

At a glance, Arabella looked at Jena who was back looking sad. Her heart ached, it was not Jena's fault if not wearing the hijab at this party, Arabella deeply regretted her carelessness forgetting about it. The beauty of Jena wearing the dress was very enchanted, plus the hair that was arranged so beautifully, Arabella really fell in love with the beauty of her daughter-in-law.

To be continued...

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