Forced to Marry My Best Friend's Husband

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"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Mutiara Az Zahra with the dowry paid in cash."

The words that sounded so loud were as if they were a godam smashing into his chest. So hurt.

Now he's officially in honey. Now she is not the only one who is the wife of this man. The man who had said the same promise before God exactly two years ago. But there was also another woman who became his second wife.

Yes, a husband who is very much in love marries another woman right on the date they should celebrate their second wedding anniversary.

Whatever the reason, it was obviously very painful. Honestly, no woman wants to be honeyed. Whatever the reason, but what is the power? After all, he had to think clearly in the face of all this.

She must accept the consequences of her marriage. He married a religious leader. And in this area, polygamy is done by a religious leader, even like tradition.

She must realize that her husband is not only hers, but also her family and society. The marriage was not purely the will of her husband, but also the family of her husband.

She could catch the eyes of her husband who seemed unwilling. But what's the power?

They were both faced by circumstances in which he could not resist. Can only accept and learn to be sincere.

"Patience, son," whispered her mother as soon as Annisa's defense began to collapse.

He held the hand of the mother sitting beside him. And put on a soft smile.

"Nisa's fine Ma" he said calmly.

Mom patted Annisa's shoulder slowly.

" A mother's heart can't be lied to, Nisa. Your physique is good, but your heart hurts."

He took a long breath.

"Emang if everyone knew that Nisa hurt, can change the situation? Isn't that right, Ma?" said it.

Mom took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Hurt won't change things, son. Time makes everyone get used to it. Keep doing good to your husband."

Annisa grabs the mother's hand and kisses her.

"Sure, Mama. Nisa loves Nisa's husband very much. He's still the best."

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Not long after the show was over. It was just a simple arrangement and there were not many guests present. According to her husband's request.

Maybe he didn't want to hurt his first wife too deeply by holding a fancy reception. Because in the past, he married Annisa also with a simple agreement. It is important to be legitimate both religiously and legally.

The guests one by one had already left the event venue. So that what is left is only the nuclear family. Her two in-laws, her three sisters-in-law and their husband, Zahra's parents, and also her mother.

Only Yahya, Annisa's older brother, chose not to attend, upset by her husband's actions against her sister.

Annisa walked over to the two brides

"Barocallah.. Congratulations, Brother. Congratulations, Ading. May you be forever" he said softly.

The man looked up his face. He grabbed Annisa's hand and kissed her.

"Thank you, Ding. Thanks for the Pian prayer. Thank you also because Pian is willing to come to Brother's wedding. And sorry, Brother hurt Pian."

I don't know her husband's said sorry a hundred times. He was tired of hearing it. In her little heart she forgave and tried to understand her husband's position.

Annisa smiled softly.

"Ah, don't lebay dong, brother. My brother is not wrong. So there's nothing to forgive."

Annisa turned her gaze before the beautiful woman by the side of her husband who was still wearing the wedding dress. He extended his hand. The woman greeted and kissed Annisa's hand.

"Sister," he whispered into Annisa's arms.

Annisa returned her embrace.

"I'm sorry about Ading. Ading never intended to snatch Big Brother's husband. Ading only obeyed Ading as a child who had to obey the parents' orders." There was a warm, wet bulir on Annisa's chest.

Annisa rubbed Zahra's head.

"I don't understand Ading's position. Even brother if he was in the position of Ading, would run the same thing. Trust me, you never hated Pian."

"Don't worry, We can start our relationship as friends, as friends. Pian wants to, right?"

The head nodded. Annisa wiped away the tears still running down Zahra's cheeks.

"Cup cup, don't cry anymore. The beauty is gone, "the god.

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A voice managed to stop his activities to put various items of his needs into a large bag in front of him.

Annisa looked back. She saw her husband approaching her.

"Yes, brother," he said.

"Aking really wants to move?" Annisa nodded.

"Yes, Brother. It's been unanimous of Ading's intention to stay in Ading's own house."

It's not really your own home. But her late grandmother's house was diverted in her name.

The man shook his head and rubbed the woman's shoulders.

"Actually Brother doesn't have the heart of Ding, put Pian in that house. But Kaka won't ban Pian's will. Maybe staying home alone will make Pian more comfortable."

Annisa smiled gently.

"We've been talking about this since a long time, haven't we? So you don't have to feel bad."

Her husband nodded his head.

" Later Pian departs, Brother among you?"

Annisa shook her head.

"No need, brother. Let Mama take Ading. Big Brother is focused on accompanying his second wife Brother," he refused subtly.

The man was stunned. But soon after, he nodded back.

"Yes already. Brother help me clean up. Remember, there is no rejection. Hmmm ...." The man placed his index finger on the lips of his first wife.

Annisa was silent.

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Sometimes what is seen on the surface is not what it actually looks like. That's life. Whatever happens is actually a lesson and experience for all of us.

Annisa was stunned staring at the simple house before her. In his breath deep. There was a feeling of pain in his chest. It has been a long time since he came to this place. Since my grandmother died a few years ago.

He was grateful, this building still stood strong even though it was uninhabited. Mama and Acil (Aunt: Banjar language)nya often come and clean this place. A house full of memories of their togetherness with their grandparents.

"Square." The door finally opened.

Annisa dragged the big bag she was carrying, into the house.

Around the room. Old model tables and chairs, display cabinets with glasses and special decorative plates of the past, refract the impression of antiques in this room.

There was no carpet covering the floor. The floor made from the board was left plain as is.

Annisa smiled bitterly.

"Welcome to silence" he whispered.

Annisa had just been performing the Ashar prayer when her cell phone rang.

"Sister Fikri," he murmured.

"Assalamu'alaikum Sis" he said.

Sounds right across.

"Wa alaikum salam Ding (Dik/Adik: banjar language). Have you arrived at Nini's house (Grandmother: banjar language)?"

"Yes Brother. Ulun (I: Banjar language) is already at Nini's house. "

"Alhamdulillah" said Fikri. There's a heavy breath across there. "It's fine there, Ding. Wait for Brother's arrival in a week."

"Yes, Brother. Sure. Ulun kangen Pian's.(.You: banjar language)." So bright is his voice.

Suddenly his eyes condensed.

"Nobody misses Pian. Forgive Brother yes," whispered Fikri.

"Nothing to forgive, Brother."

Annisa just cut off the conversation. He put it back on his bed. It feels so hard to speak. Her chest feels tight. And that clear circle just escaped wetting his cheek.