Married by Agreement

Chapters. 1

Anindira smiled happily as she occasionally looked at the rectangular piece of paper in her hand. From the look of his face beaming happy and clearly seen if he was very happy at that time.

Ms. Hania saw her only child coming down the stairs of her house with her definite footsteps.

"My daughter may your marriage with Abizar be well and smoothly without any significant obstacles" murmured Anindita's mother.

Anindira Mahika Mahendra held tightly to the invitation as if the invitation would fly in the wind and be snatched by the person who passed him. The beautiful girl is seen by the eyes is even 21 years old this month.

About two weeks ago, she celebrated her twenty-first birthday the same year and got a surprise party gift from her boyfriend and the man who will marry her about ten days from now.

Anindira looked around while pulling up a chair ready to sit down while enjoying her morning breakfast.

"Mama's brother Aidan with Attar already in his office?" Anindira asked while flipping the plate to fill some side dishes that had been provided by her mother.

Ms. Hania who heard the words from the mouth of her daughter and her youngest child immediately turned her head towards her child.

"Your brother both left early in the morning, Attar said there was an important meeting, if Aidan he went out of the area today if not wrong to Bali with the CEO of the company where he worked," replied Ms. Hania who helped her domestic assistant clean up some of the kitchen furniture they just finished using.

"Oh that's well,"Anindira replied that formed the letter O large.

Anindira recalled a few months ago being forced to resign and resign from her workplace, on terms given by her future husband Abizar Muhammad Adinata.

"Try I also get permission from Mas Abizar I must still work like before when it was only a year also his work and again the excitement of work, but for the sake of the future with Mas Abizar, I would do it," anin's bath.

Anindira returned to eating and devouring his food with wisdom, the food presented on the table was almost entirely his favorite food.

Anindira immediately finished her meal and cleaned her face after eating. Anindira did not forget to ask permission from her mother to meet her future husband.

"Would you like to use dad's car or your own car, son?" Ask Ms. Hania.

"Wear my car, Ma, also happened to come home after Mas Abizar plan I want to service his engine oil change Ma," explained Anindira as she grabbed the hand of her mother.

"You be careful then, send greetings to Miss Husnah her mother Abidzar" said Ms. Hania.

Anin hugged her mother's body and gave a glimpse of the cheek of the woman who gave birth to her in this world, "My most beautiful and kindest Mama in the world," his praise Anindira like his habits that often do it along with his mother who is like a sister.

"The name of this titip well for Papa, you stopped by Papa's office to deliver his lunch, papa was in a hurry because he did not have time to bring his provisions," he asked Bu Hania.

"For Mr. Hamka Mahendra well, but not free there must be a fare well Ma," candanya Anin while lifting a paper bag containing two boxes of special food supplies for her papa who works as the head of the local education office.

"You're all there, son" concluded Ms. Hania with a shady smile.

"Assalamualaikum," said Anin who immediately walked out to pick up his favorite car.

The yellow sedan car was already traveling at medium speed. Anin uses her seatbelt so as not to be hit by reprimands from the police who guard around the red light, the road that is often passed every day.

Anindira had arrived in front of his papa's office and his mandate and his mother's message had been conveyed well.

"Mas Abizar will be happy to see that our wedding invitation is ready" Anindira muttered with a smile that never faded from her increasingly beautiful face in the light of the morning sun.

Anindira turned off her car engine right in front of Abizar's entrance. Anin looked closely at the house that looked lonely as if no occupants of his house had been left for a few days.

"Where is the mother of Husnah? As his house looked lonely, Mas Abizar said today he had not entered the work of the deliberate entry of the siangan, meaning I had time to meet and discuss the wedding invitation that we had not spread in the slightest," anin's great-grandson locked the door to her car.

Anin went straight into the yard of the house that was big enough with his definite and long footsteps.

Anin just wanted to put the key into the door knob hole but, not so because the door is not locked. Initially willing to press the doorbell but, Anin undoes his intention to use the spare key that has long been given by Bu Husnah specifically for him to make it easier for him to go in and out of the house of his future father-in-law.

Anin spread her gaze around the room of the house, but it seemed very quiet. He climbed the steps one by one to walk towards Abidzar's room.

"Mas may be sleeping, I wake up at ten in the morning as well" Anin said with a pink shof invitation.

Anin was about to turn the door handle, but she was startled by noises that she thought were really unpleasant to hear.

"Whose voice is it?" The shrinking of Anin made him even more curious.

Anin got closer to the door of her future husband's private room, she slightly turned and opened the door until she clearly heard and saw what was happening in the room. Anindira shut her mouth so unreliable by what she saw.

"Darling that you married Anin how about me?" The whine of the woman under the fire of Abizar.

"You're still my lover even I'll marry you after I get married to him,"

"Why the hell can you like him when he compares him to me, it's sexier I'm than him" she said.

Anin is still a loyal listener of men and women who both do not wear a single piece of thread over her skin.

Abizar cupped his hands together on his chin, "You need to know for sure if I am forced to marry him because of the insistence of my mother and father, I do not love him at all,in my heart there is only you, but he is the one who is too piquant, "he said Abizar.

"Yes.so for three years you've never felt love for that woman?" He asked the question that further provoked Abizar because he already knew Anindira's arrival there with his sneaky grin.

"Just what you're saying, actually I've been in love with her, but ever since she kept refusing me to hug, actually, kissed her and I asked for a relationship like we do, but always rejected me, it was her pretentious nature that made me sick and sick of her," abizar regretted by occasionally stroking her delicate skin smooth white lover.

Anindira shed those tears, she was stunned in her tears. He kept his mouth shut so that his sobs would not be heard by others. His heart was like a big god and pierced by thousands of needles until his heart was broken into pieces.

Arshavina smiled cunningly as she stroked the chest of her sispack Abizar who increasingly aggressively teased the man who would soon end his bachelor with a look insulting him directed towards the door where Anindira was there.

"The reason for this is to dare to seize the man I like, now you witness firsthand what we have often done behind you," Arshavina said, increasingly intending to destroy Anin's feelings.

The wedding invitation he was holding came off also from within his hand. She did not expect that her future husband and close friend were having an affair. Anin opened the door so strongly that it slammed and made a big bang and hit.

Bruk!!

Prangs!!

Anin walked towards Abizar's bed where the existence of her future husband who was loved so much, even willing to sacrifice his career for a man named Abizar. Anin took out some invitation sheets that were inside her handbag and threw them towards the two people.

Abizar was surprised to see the arrival of his future wife who came suddenly without eradication before.

"I'm not going to continue this marriage, it's enough here that we're both in a relationship! you humans do not know yourself and are both lucknut humans!," Anin growled with a tight grip on her fist.

For Anin enough of those words needed to be spoken and was unwilling to waste her time and energy on speaking up that was useless.

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