Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 3.5

I've been here an hour. But the uncomfortable feeling did not go out either. Although around me haha-hihi sounded echoing the atmosphere, I still could not turn away from my bad mood because of her.

Yeah, who else. One and only. Just a Fabian Samudra!

"Rere!"

The sound of a yelling call surprised me enough. I flinched when I turned to the source of the voice. While Aunt Vienna was seen putting on her sweet smile to me. What I don't want to do is I have to reply with a similar smile.

"Yes, Auntie?" I smiled, sweetie. Even my eyes feel curved so sweet this smile of mine. I rushed to him without being asked. "Why, Tant??" Ask again.

But when I came next to him, not the answer came to greet me but a sharp clap came to my arm. And, I automatically complain about it (even though in my heart).

"Ish, you are! When did you call Mami?! Not a week away from getting married!" He cried.

I grin. Feeling wrong at heart. Although I did not mind it - I mean, calling Aunty Vienna a Mami - but considering her son was Fabian Samudra, it felt like this tongue was an automatic mute.

"From today try it! Consider it a practice before the real SAH! Okay?!" Aunty Vienna's eyes immediately sparkled at me. The thing that made me unable to refuse her door.

I'm nodding. In the end, I agreed with her.

"okay.... Mommy," I smiled stiffly. As for Aunt Vienna, ah no. I mean, Mami. Yes, Mami seemed radiantly happy to hear my answer.

His sincerity then made my stiffness fade. It turns out there's something I can be grateful for in this "forced" marriage. At least, I was awarded a very good candidate-in-law like this one.

Kriee...

The sound of the door opening immediately blew my mind. As soon as I turned my head, I frowned to see him standing in an ivory white coat there.

"Mi, I think his arm is getting bigger huh?" His comment while holding the arm of the suit he was wearing with a focused gaze.

Mami then rushed to him. Also holding the arm, making sure that his son's statement is true.

"Eh, yes??" Mami muttered with frown. Then, he stared at his only son was fixed. "Kok you're getting thinner anyway, Bian??"

Mama also nodded. Mbak Citra also participated to make sure, feel the sleeves of the suit that has been considered great.

"Wahh.." riled Mbak Citra. He also glanced at Bian who was in front of him. "Hey, Yan, are you stressed that the wedding is getting closer?"

"Don't mind much, Bian..." Mom suddenly spoke from behind. It was galloping towards us, which finally made even everyone in this room gather right in one place. "All preparations are good. Nothing to think about. Your job is just to eat a lot of exercise and rest enough to stay fit until the day H later!"

"Some one's missing, Mom, one more!" Mbak Citra said. Makes Mom frown for a moment. "Repeat ijab qobul so that it can be said one breath! Hehe..."

Bian laughed a little hearing that. From my view, somehow his smile this time looked sincere than usual. Maybe because I'm not the one talking, I don't know. My mind is bad when it comes to him.

"Surely, Ma'am, there's no need to worry. If about that... Fabian Samudra will not disappoint!" Answer joking.

While I looked away from them. Sitting on an empty sofa that was not occupied.

Mami then gave instructions to boutique owners to make clothes according to our current size. Oh, yes, while the size of Bian became strangely large, my size even became small. It's funny that a magical bin finds that reality inversely proportional. I'm the one who's fattening, while Bian's the one who's getting straight.

Actually, from that fact there was something else I was thinking about. About Fabian's reality that his weight is decreasing.... What the hell is he thinking? Is she really stressed about this marriage? If so, it means... does he also really not want us to get married just like me??

Instantly my mind branched out a lot. I feel a bit guilty. I still seem to be selfish. In fact, I had no idea that I might not be the only one suffering here. But also he.

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P. S :

The word "NTM: X.X" means REVISED

while "BAB X.X" means NOT REVISED