Love Wrong Target

Chapter 1 Painful surprise

Today, the beautiful oriental-faced woman named Namira Azziva and her future husband make wedding dress fittings for their dream wedding that will be carried out in the near future. In less than three weeks the sacred event will be in the title. Even the whole preparation was done carefully.

"you're so pretty wearing that dress dear, so can't wait to get her wedding spit-of-pocket" the man named Alvan stared in amazement at the woman paras ayu who had been in her room a month ago.

"gombal ah" Namira blushed in embarrassment at the words of her soon-to-be-husband fiance. But he could not hide the happy hue that was clearly drawn on his face.

This is their dream wedding that has been planned for a long time, because the special relationship has been established for quite a long time with the twists and turns of the story that further strengthen the relationship between a pair of humans who are in the midst of romance.

"so, anyway? really dear" the man pinched his woman's cheek in a fit of anxiety. There is no pretense in his behavior because in his heart he really loves the future wife.

"ih. iyaang, it hurts to know!" Namira rubs gently the spoiled pinches of a loved one, accompanied by the happy laughter of the two who filled the room.

A ringing tone rang from Alvan's cell phone. He picked up the phone and spoke to the caller across the street. While Namira is still busy paying attention to the details of the wedding dress she wears in front of the large mirror in front of her.

"honey, I have to go back to the office first, said Dimas there are clients waiting" Alvan said after hanging up the phone and putting the phone in his shirt pocket.

"yeah you have gone, I still have the same needs mbak Rista" said Namira still with a peck in front of the mirror. Apparently he had not been satisfied one hundred percent with the dress he was wearing, even though Alvan had praised him half-dead.

"sorry I can't take you home"

"no, dear pa"

"that's why I went to the office first, baby. You will be careful when you go home!" the man kissed the woman he loved a little while later left the room after getting a kiss on the cheek that made his heart flower.

Shortly after the departure of her future husband, Namira's phone reads signaling an incoming message notification. He thought it must be a chat message from Alvan, because he usually does that. Just a few minutes apart has sent a message that contains longing words.

Namira took her phone from the bag excitedly with a smile of happiness on her lips.

Although impressed excessive but he really likes the thing that his fiancee did, because it's the kind of thing that makes his love grow bigger with time.

There are 3 incoming messages from unknown numbers in the form of photo files. He started opening them one by one. Curiosity began to approach when the photo file was in the process of downloading.

His heart seemed to stop beating when he saw some photos that were clearly displayed in front of his eyes. There she saw her future husband sleeping in the same blanket with another woman.

The face of the woman in the photo is not clearly visible because her sleeping position is sideways covered with strands of hair while hugging the man who will soon marry her.

He made sure many times, whether what he saw in the photo was really his fiancee.and the result remained the same, the man in the photo was indeed Alvan, the man he loved so wholeheartedly.

"god.: what does all this mean?" Namira squeezed the beautiful white dress she wore, withstanding the heartache and disappointment that suddenly appeared in place of the happiness she felt a few minutes ago.

It was a non-bloody pain, that was how he felt right now. Her heart was so broken knowing the harsh reality, the fact that her future husband betrayed her, even to sleep with another woman.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his eyes.He lamented the fate that befell him, as if he was the saddest man in the world.

The beautiful shadow of living in a household with her heart lover extinct already, changed with the pain that came whack.

"sister Rista!!" namira's tears grew louder as she showed the photo she had just seen to the woman she already thought was like an older sister.

"Jeez..this is Alvan?!" Rista was very surprised to see the photo before him. He glared into his shock.

"yes Rista, that's my fiancee along with another woman. Why would he do that, brother!? why?" Namira's cry is becoming more and more. His heart felt like it was being crushed by a large rock at this time, so to breathe it was very difficult.

"you who are patient Na" Rista hugged the poor woman, trying to give strength to her so that she could be more resilient to face the reality as bitter as anything.

Namira also spilled all the pain that enveloped the heart in Rista's arms. Long enough he did just that, until he was really relieved.

"it's a drink first!" Rista gave Namira a glass of water after she stopped crying.

"thank you Rista" Namira picked up the glass and gulped it down to the toilet.

"same-sama. oh yes, do you know who sent these photos?" Rista asked with a serious facial expression.

"don't know" replied Namira.

"have you tried calling her number?"

"not yet brother"

"try calling now!" rista's orders, which Namira directly did. He tried to call the sender number of the photo, but the results were nil.

"the number is not active" said Namira lethargic.

"who is the sender?" Rista seemed to think.

"i don't know my brother either"

"i think you better investigate the truth of the photo first, who knows the edits"

Suddenly a fresh wind like coming towards Namira. He thought that if Rista's words were true, the photo should be investigated for authenticity. He also hoped that the photo was just a fake photo, a mere edit.

"if I go first, brother, there's something I have to do" Namira, eagerly stepping away from the room.

"don't you change your clothes, Namira?" rista's gaze scanned the body of the woman who was still wearing her wedding dress.

"god.until you forget!" Namira patted softly on the forehead realizing her mistake. Rista also laughed a little at the behavior of customers who were like family to him.

In his heart he also hoped that the photo he saw was just a photo of a fad edited by a prankster who wanted to destroy Namira's happiness, because he always prayed for the happiness of the woman named Namira.