Long River

Serobots

Monique tried to carve out a smile as sweet as possible even though the honey was very difficult to swallow. Then they ordered food. While waiting for food to come, Monique tried to lure Salwa to tell him about Aska. "Do you want to go first with your brother?"

"I? Well, you're late. My sister was married a long time ago. That's all divorced for some reason, keep getting married again to the same person. It's strange! If I'm still relaxing, don't think yet."

"Huh ... what?" Monique is shocked to learn Aska has been married. Why did he just hear it now?

"What's? Oh, Brother? Yes really. Still remember, when we ate at the restaurant continued to meet Kak Aska who said that he came with his assistant? It turned out to be his wife, not his maid!"

"What really?" Monique doesn't believe it. So that time ....

"Yes. I don't know either, you see for yourself, right? I also don't understand why she hid her marriage, until she had another child ... You see, his son is already big. Maybe ... There have been 2-3 years he hid his marriage."

Monique flabbergasted in disbelief. That's wife?

"Gee!" Rojak nudged Salwa's arm. "Segitunye talked about sodara himself. That's your twin sodara, not the laen."

"Wildamah! After that person anyway, can not be said," grumbled Salwa.

Monique termangu's. He did not expect Aska already had children with other people. So, what about this baby? Is that guy gonna admit it? Without realizing it he gently rubbed his stomach slowly. "So she's married?"

"Yes, but yesterday we got divorced. Then all of a sudden he's going to talk to his ex-wife again."

"So it's the same as her ex?" ask Monique sadly.

"Yet. Because it was past their iddo, they had to get married again. They will marry tomorrow. You want to come, if I invite you to the wedding?" Salwa accidentally invites Monique.

"When?" said the woman slowly a little gloomy.

"August, 7 o'clock. Uh... You're strong don't see it?" Salwa just realized, his best friend is also although it has been a long time but still holds a love for Aska. He realized he had spoken wrongly. "Eh, sorry. If you don't want to come. It's okay." He began to speak.

Rojak again nudged Salwa's arm without speaking. Salwa looked down a little regretful because it looked so disappointed from her friend Monique who was sitting in front of her. "Sorry Monique ...."

"Sorry I'll go home first. I'm not feeling well." Monique picked up her tote bag which she placed on the chair beside her. He hurried out of the restaurant. Her tears began to fall. He could not hear the news he had just heard. Married .. divorced .. then remarried? Then what am I ... part of the game left behind? Why would I get involved with a guy like this? Why do I so believe this man is still as innocent as he once was, he held his prank. Though the man only considered it a flower that almost withered and needed bees that made it a perfect flower. She looks like a lonely woman who needs a man. He looks like a nobody. It looks invisible. He was just a distraction when the man was restless and devastated. In the end, it comes back to what is loved. This thought began to ruin it.

Monique ran as far as she could, going down the stairs so that no one would see her crying, but really. Not only was he short of breath due to running, he was also tight in the chest due to heart pain. Soon he also felt a cramp in his stomach. After that he tried to get out of the stairs of the mall building and reach his car in the parking lot. Before he grabbed the doorknob of his car, he felt his surroundings darken and fell unconscious.

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Slowly, open those eyes. His parents were surrounded by him in a hospital bed. His mother clasped his hands warmly with a worried face while his father looked at him worriedly.

"My Baby, what's wrong with you?(My dear, what's wrong with you?)" ask her father slowly.

Her mother cried when she saw that her son had woken up safely. Monique tried to sit on the bed. His mother gently hugged him from the side. "Are you okay, honey?"

At last that was when his pain was spilled. All the sorrow and fragility of his soul. He mentioned the man's name with his greatest sobs. The issue that until a while has not been seen will end.

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A beautiful morning, with the chirp of a bird signifies a cheerful day, but .. we never know which house was happy to change its appearance after a disaster.

Leka woke up early in the morning. After the Fajr prayer, Perias Bride had already come to the house to dress her up. He was helped to dress by the Perias.

Runi was given simple party clothes because it was difficult to find party clothes for children his age.

Although Leka had been dressed as beautifully as possible, still an unhappy face emanated from her face. Something no makeup expert can hide no matter how great she is.

"Mr ...." The fairy touched the woman's arm because it looked riled up. "Read bismillah, may everything go well according to your wishes."

"Thank you." Leka clasped her fairy's hand.

A man looks very admiring himself who is looking at himself in front of a mirror. The reflection of the shadow of a handsome man in his red coat was smiling happily waiting for his happy moments to arrive.

Leka must have been fascinated to see my handsome face in a red suit come to her on the wedding day. I don't have to work hard to look good. Aye right? The man tried to smile as gently as possible.

At Kenzo's place, the man sat on the edge of the bed looking at his father who was setting himself up in front of the mirror in a batik suit, he was wearing a plain white short-sleeved shirt with a white coat on the outside. He could not put his hand into the sleeve of the suit because of his large cast.

"Dad, my clothes are not fit and appropriate to be brought to the wedding. I'm home, aren't I?" Kenzo's looking for a reason.

Arya turned her body. "We're invited by Jo, so it's not nice not to come. After all, your pain is only a little, not severe. I've already dressed you in a suit to get there, so don't argue anymore!" Aryan orders.

Kenzo looked down at the floor. Unable to wander, he walked around the bed and looked towards the outside window. Just then the bride's car was picking Leka up. Kenzo sees Leka coming out of her house in bridal attire. The woman looks very beautiful with a white dress combined with a semi-coat in red.

Leka, you are so beautiful ... Unknowingly Kenzo was fascinated looking at the woman from afar.

Leka ....

Leka got into the car and the car slowly left the place.

"Come on Jo."

"Ck, uh!" Kenzo walked down following his father.

Aska's car finally arrived at Chris' house. So happy that Aska did not realize there was another car parked in the yard of his father's house until he entered the living room. There is Monique with her parents, Chris, Reina.

"There ... What is this?" Aska's face looks pale. He tried to get rid of his grooves by laughing softly even though it sounded strange.

"Here, we need your explanation" Chris began the conversation. His face looked very serious.

Elsewhere in the Al Ahmadin mosque, there are already many people waiting inside the mosque. Leka sat down with the relatives while Kenzo and his family sat on the other side. Leka sat down with her eyes down because she could not lift her eyes seeing Kenzo there while the man looked agitated, between seeing Leka's charm or thinking about that woman who will soon belong to someone else in front of her. He was very happy with what was going to happen in front of his eyes.

While she was studying, Arya put something on her left hand. "Dad?" Kenzo saw that it was his ring box. How did he get it?

"Didn't you almost do it?" arya half whispered.

"Eh, that's ...." Kenzo surprised. How does he know?

"Why don't you try one more time?"

Kenzo looked confused. "Eh, that's .. uh, that's ...."

"Look there," Arya directed Kenzo's gaze at Leka. "That woman may be waiting for you to be taken. You still have a chance to propose to her anyway" he persuaded.

"But ...."

"Look," whispered Arya in Kenzo's ear. "Did Leka look happy? What if he's waiting for you to be saved? You know what kind of person Aska is? He must have used various means to get Leka. In his cunning ways ...."

"Dad, we can't be prejudiced against other people" Kenzo said.

Arya re-steaded her body with an annoyed face. "Why are you so innocent? Fight, so you don't regret it!" aryan nagel.

Meanwhile, at Chris' house, things are not going well. Salwa who began to wrath, without warning approached Aska and stepped on the man's shoes with her stiletto.

"Ag."

Pull his collar to stand up and throw it on the floor. He kicked his brother many times out of annoyance.

Everyone there was surprised.

"God!" reproof Reina.

Monique who was crying with a pale face could only lean her head against her mother's shoulder.

Rojak who was sitting in the television viewing room immediately moved by pulling Salwa away, trying to separate them.

"Let go! Let me teach him a lesson first!!" shouts Salwa, still with the same anger.

"Prophe Sal, be patient." Rojak tried to calm his anger.

"SISTER, IF YOU DON'T LIKE HER WHY DID YOU RUIN HER??" Salwa started crying. Monique is his best friend, and is always there for him like he is always there for Monique. He did not expect, his brother who had ruined his best friend's life.

Rojak grabbed and held Salwa to remove her cries.

Aska just quietly curled up on the floor. Of course if he wanted he could fight his sister easily, but he didn't. He can't. He received only the steps and kicks addressed to him from his sister. He knew his sister must be embarrassed, his twin brother had ruined his best friend's life.

Chris helps Aska stand up and sits her back on the couch. "So, how are you going to solve this problem?" ask her with hardened jaws.

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This is Leka's visual with her wedding dress. Praying for the best for him, right? Do not forget, vote, like, comments and gifts for the hard work of this new author. Greetings, ingflora 💋

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