Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 1.9

True come.

It's been ordered.

Dan, right. The wedding will take place in two weeks from today!

I looked at the ivory white piece of simple cutting invitation paper in my hand. Wailing him with a heart screamed sadly. When I accepted it, I ran out of words when in fact I wanted to tear it up and say that it was just a lie.

However, when he saw how the reaction of my parents, who smiled widely and were satisfied because the invitation they ordered for his son was finished printing as desired in the right time. They look happy, even very happy. And it made me stop my steps. Of course I can't ruin it!

Actually, this invitation is very interesting. If this had not been forced marriage, had this been my dream marriage to someone I loved instead of my own enemy, I would have been as happy as I had hoped. However, instead of being happy, I was overwhelmed instantly as I read the line of names printed there in glittering silver ink. Really, I want to cry right now!

...-----...

...Pertiwi Regita...

...(.(.Second daughter Bpk. Adli Ilham and Hesti Nasriyah's mother)...

...with...

...Fabian Ocean...

...(.(.First Son of Bpk. Heri Santosa and Viennese Mother Admadja)...

...-----...

How many times I want to be seen I still can't believe that a day like this will arrive before my own eyes. Seeing my name with the name Fabian side by side like our time High School when we served as Chairman and Vice Chairman, only the difference is now me and he juxtaposed to be on top of the guarantee.

*imagine!

PE.LA.MIN.AN*!!

I breathe heavily. Wanted to cry out and scream, but I couldn't. Really, now my feelings are so fucked up. It was like being struck by lightning in broad daylight! That's astounding!!

Trying to hold dark and tight in the chest. I exhaled deeply. Now is not the time for me to mourn fate, but to try to avoid the truth of fate!

Clearly, I must set up a scheme so that this forced marriage will not happen!

I had stolen the hearing from the talks of the elders including Mas Aji after dinner last night that the wedding preparation is almost perfect aka finished. The readiness is about 90 percent, there is still another 10 percent left before all the preparation becomes perfect. The wedding invitation has not been issued. That is, there is still a chance!

Although somewhat doubtful, given their enthusiasm and the progress of this preparation, but I was more convincing myself. That means nothing to me compared to my happiness in the future. Yes, right, forced marriage is not the solution to being happy!

I took a breath once more. Many times I think the results remain the same. It's weird, weird! Imagine, how not strange that the preparation has gone to 90% but I never even got any information about this wedding, even a pleasantry agreement to be betrothed never existed! During my time in Singapore I was calm and well. My mom and dad never said anything to me. So did Ms. Citra and Mas Aji who never brought this up.

Then, should not all marriages be with the consent of two parties? Neither me nor Bian. My eyes frowned, my mind sticking out in a suspicious tone. So... is this what is called forced marriage?!

My eyes were round for a moment. Want to scream with great frustration but only able to hold in the esophagus. What kind of bad luck is going on with me? Why is it like this?!

I finally hit my head on this study table as I looked for ideas, thought. My brain is racing, it has to fail this marriage, it has to fail, it has to fail, it fails, it fails...

My eyes closed following the pain on the forehead that was clearly visible. A sign that I am thinking hard. There was only dark visible from the shadow of my mind, but suddenly appeared Bian's face with a distinctive oblique smile that was so annoying to remember.

Ah, true!

At that instant, my eyes that were initially closed immediately opened wide. His sparkle radiated a glimmer of hope. Making my smile expand beautifully implied enormous relief.

I nodded to justify my thoughts feeling that Bian was on the same side as me. Of course, because I'm his biggest enemy. Moreover, he never liked me even though he just sniffed my presence nearby. Then all that was clear, the result can be concluded; that the guy must be in the same stronghold as me. Refuse!

My head nodded for sure, confirming what my brain was thinking at the moment; meeting the man and immediately having a four-eye talk with him! Because there's no time left, and we have to move fast.

After all, I'm very sure, Bian will definitely accept this cooperation offer. Of course, because he hates me too.

I smile.

"Good idea, Rere!" praise to myself.

***

I tasted the Frappuccino Latte that had just landed smoothly on my desk. Its attractive brown color with whipped cream on it made me very interested to enjoy it immediately. Curious about the taste. Though I had wanted to order Ice Chocolate instead of a coffee menu like frappuccino like this.

After tasting it a little, tasting it, exploring its taste. I smiled brightly. It looks good too...

While enjoying a glass of frappuccino along with my favorite potato sticks, my eyes circulated. Observe the entire corner of this coffee shop building. Every now and then glancing at the clock on the phone, I was indeed waiting for someone.

"Tin!" The doorbell rang.

Kontan, my eyes glanced towards the door. Right at that moment I saw him just walking his feet into this building. He finally came!

A man in a navy shirt with a tall stout posture stood in the doorway. Views circulate. Maybe he's looking for my whereabouts right now.

"Yan" I cried, raising my hands up. Make a sign so that he immediately realizes where I am. "Here!" Imbuhku.

He who noticed my voice finally looked at me as well. Looking at me, his face immediately turned lazy. Making me who was self-conscious of his reaction immediately snorted in annoyance.

Is he the only one we don't want to meet?! Huh!!

Bian let out a long sigh before finally starting to walk towards the table I was on. He sat opposite me and ordered hot coffee without a companion.

"What's important until you dare tell me to come here at my precious lunch time?!" He said cynically without further ado.

In my heart I cursed him. To berate her means all body souls. If it wasn't for the sake of my future being together I wouldn't want to meet him here like this!

"I'm sorry to interrupt your precious lunch time!" My cetus sighed, holding back his annoyance.

"Yes, yes." He rolled his eyeballs and then sipped the black coffee inside the glass. His response again made me curse him repeatedly. "Russia, buru. What are you gonna say to meet you here?!"

I squinted my eyes. Holding back my sudden overflowing gerrymandering in the chest caused to see his lazy look as well as his unfriendly reaction at all. Once again I took a long breath. For the sake of a bright future, I must be patient! My rapal is in my heart.

Without wasting more time, I immediately said my point. Before that, I looked into his eyes. Then he said, "Bian, let's work together!"

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