Love With Candidates

Satap with ex.

After Aditya and Kinan said ijab and qobul, there were again legitimate words from witnesses. 

Tears were getting louder from the two Alya neutrals, not expecting it turned out that the much loved man and was always by his side at all times, had impregnated another woman. 

Alya, Aditya's lover for four years, it turns out that at this time he is not the one sitting together at the bouncy. Long time together, it was not able to make Alya recognize who the prospective man.

Alya stared at the decorated room so beautifully that its existence was not far from Satria's room. He should be the one who will enter and stop in it with Aditya, enjoy the good times, combine love as a couple who are in love. But what's going on? It is precisely the other woman who stepped in with the man who had always reconciled her heart. 

Aditya turned to Alya with eyes filled with guilty glare. Their views met in silence. But Alya immediately shunned the sight she had once been craving. Alya now hated that look in the eye.

"Didn't decide right now, the bulge is still here." Abi Rashidi's eyes look good. Alya could not bear, he did not have the right to punish men who had raised and treated with heavy struggle. 

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Alright Abi, I agree to marry Satria" Alya nodded, making everyone in the room smile.

Satria, the man immediately stood up and took a white shirt and black pants from the closet and was ready to be dressed by Make'up Artist who happened to have not come home.

The flap-haired man looks very handsome with a black tukedo combined with black pants and a white shirt.not to forget the peci he wears which further adds to his good looks points.

Alya now walked out first in a long dress that swept the floor, flanked with Mother Aisyah and Umi Salma. There was an aura of relief on the two women who were almost the same age.

 Alya sat as before as Aditya was at her side. Alya turned to the man beside her. A tear dripped when she realized the man beside her was not Aditya, but the man she was supposed to call with sister-in-law.

Satria smiled when she saw the woman by her side shed tears, grabbed her fingers and held them, as if she promised God in her heart, would do everything she could to make the woman who had been her brother's lover happy.

This time again heard the speech of the hijab and gobul the third time in this house, but the saying is the man who is still sitting in college last semester.

The word legit again sounds so unison.

Alya's tears were getting heavier, she was trying to cover up by cupping both of her palms in the face. 

"Save your tears, don't cry for something you don't deserve to cry for, believe me, God's scenario will surely be more beautiful than man's plan."

Satria then close her lips on Alya's forehead, the woman lowered her head until the kiss hit the top of her head. 

Suppose the kiss is Aditya, maybe it will taste different, Alya will feel very happy. But this is Satria, the guy she knew as a regular friend, just a classmate from another college. In fact, they would not know each other if it was not an intermediary with his relationship with Aditya. 

Alya was increasingly intrigued to hear the wise words of her husband, not believing that the man who often teased her with jokes could say so mature. 

Satria took out a handkerchief from her pants pocket, then gave it to Alya. Alya accepted and used to dry the tears that damaged the makeup on her face. 

Satria pinned the ring to Alya's hand. The ring that was bought impromptu by Damar's father and Mother Aisyah in a hurry earlier. Yes, Satria can't have time to get out, while she has to get ready for the wedding dress. 

"Alhamdulilah," said Umi Salma relieved, then rub two palms to the face. 

Umi Salma then turned to Mother Aisyah whose net is now being glazed because touched by the youngest who is willing to cover the disgrace of the family. They then hugged.

"Finally all the problems are finished Jeng, hopefully Satria wicaksono can become a wise priest, according to his name Wicaksono

"Amin, yes robal alamin," Umi Salma nodded with a smile. Abi Rashidi was relieved, 

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Night had arrived so quickly, Dad's house had now increased by two new family members.

Alya sat on the edge of the bed with a face that always looked down, her eyes were swollen because it had not stopped shedding tears all day. Maybe now the stock of clear liquid is gone with no rest until it leaves a red color on the eyelids. 

Satria stood watching out the window with his hands folded on his chest, seeing the view of Surabaya which looks more beautiful at night. 

"Shut up and rest, I'll be out for a while." Pamit Satria then after the phone in her pocket vibrated. Alya did not budge, she only looked up when Satria was already at the door, observing the wide back of the man who had only been her husband for a few hours. 

After exiting, Satria left the door open. Maybe he forgot to close it back because it had become a habit.

Alya closed her eyes, rubbing the water droplets that were dripping back over her cheeks. His life was suddenly like a joke.

Alya saw that the opposite room light was still on sign that the owner had not slept. Before long Alya heard the sound of the glass breaking, Alya hurriedly locked the door. He did not want to know any more about other people's household matters. From now on Aditya is someone else to him.

Alya immediately locked the door. Remove white kebaya, veil and decorations attached to the head. After all detached from his body, he immediately took a warm bath delivered by a mummy, then laid his body on the bed. 

Alya fidgets herself inside a room so unfamiliar to her, here and there are only photos of the room's owner's favorite famous motorcycle racer . Alya so know it turns out Satria likes motorcycle racing. Because on top of the closet there are many large helmets and also other racing equipment in the glass cabinet attached to the wall.

Long time looking at every corner of the room, Alya finally yawned several times, whether at what time he began to fall asleep. 

At midnight Alya was surprised by someone knocking on the door of the room, even though someone was out there knocking quietly. 

Alya immediately opened the door, seeing the man who became her husband now home in a state of severe injury to the face. "Sat, what's going on? Alya immediately helped Satria walk towards the bed. "Who hurt you like this?" alya's concubine. 

The man seemed reluctant to tell the story, he chose to shut up. Alya understood, maybe not yet he knew the problem faced by his impromptu husband.Satria could have a sworn enemy.

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Alya immediately went down to fetch some warm water in the kitchen. When he wanted to return, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching. 

Alya hurriedly carried the bucket filled with warm water and left the figure that he now hated so much to be alone.

"Alya, wait!! I'll explain everything. You have no right to punish me like this." Feeling neglected the man looked disappointed. 

"Sorry, everything we've been through together, let's just say it's a nightmare. And let's just say we're waking up from that dream."

"Alya, you need to listen to my explanation." Aditya desperately held onto Alya's shoulder and tried to hug her.

The former lover brushed aside violently and looked at him sharply. "Never bother me again, just take care of your pregnant wife." 

Alya then leaves Aditya who is glued to himself near the beautiful kitchen. Alya heard the man say a swear "I will never let you go for Satria, Alya!!"

Alya pretended not to hear, though,

The woman immediately met her husband who was sitting under the bed and leaned against one of her sides.

"Sat, I'm sorry I had to heat the water first."

"Alya, why are you so bored? Like chasing a ghost? Satria asked as she grimaced with the pain at the corner of her lips and cheeks. Of course Alya was also silent about what happened to him. Fear of even happening a misunderstanding.