Marry my Raise Brother
Chapter 91
After going through various preparations, Ayleen's wedding was held modestly in a small chapel on the outskirts of the capital. On the same day, the evening was held a closed reception by inviting relatives and friends. There was no luxury like Erka's marriage to Cindy before.
With Ayleen, Erka only shared their happy news with a handful of people. The groom has just grieved, it doesn't feel right to hold a fancy event. Plus the eldest son married Hutomo Putra is his own adopted sister, of course, it will be a conversation of many people out there.
The ballroom of the event looks like a flower garden dominated by white lilies. There are many standing flowers spread in the room with a capacity of 1000 people. The melodious groove of shahdu pus twang piano playing the wedding song has been reverberating since the door opened.
Not yet seen a bride, only a few nuclear families welcome invited guests who began to arrive at dusk. Round tables and chairs around appear neatly lined up on the left side of the room partly filled with family. Ersa sat there and didn't say much.
If the other nuclear family smiles happily to welcome the event of the eldest son Hutomo Putra, not with Ersa. He had been injured since morning and had to be slapped repeatedly. Seeing Ayleen wearing a white dress walking towards the altar clasping a bouquet of rose and lily flowers, the man's heart rippled.
Natural radiating beauty makes it powerless not to shed tears. In addition to his love ran aground that second, he was moved to realize that his beloved sister had passed through the gate to the household. Upon hearing Erka make a sacred promise before God and before everyone, confidently tucking in a diamond-ruled golden ring, her blood rippled.
The above has made sure that the soul mate of the girl who is loved is not him. Destiny has been written, the name of Ayleen Hutomo Putri is not said to be with him.
Clutching the crystal glass filled with orange juice, Ersa's heart rumbled again as the master of ceremony's screeches shouted at Erka and Ayleen's names. Followed by the clap of invited guests along with the explosion of confetti.
The song Beautiful In White sounds melodious from the pianist's master fingers in the left corner of the room. Each twang is conceptualized with a graceful Ayleen step holding Erka to the pelaminan greeted by hundreds of pairs of eyes.
“Beauty once.”
“Wah, his looks.”
“The bride is compatible.”
There are many more whispers of invited guests who comment on the bride who is walking to the wedding. Standing in the corner of the room, the handsome man looked unblinkingly among the crowd of people. Her eyes glazed over as Ayleen held her brother's affection.
Good luck to Leen. I can no longer help you wipe away your tears. You build a fortress for yourself through marriage. That restriction made me dare not approach even though it simply wiped away the trace of your tears.
Happy Leen, may the smile on your lips last a long time. I can't see you getting hurt, especially because of Erka.
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It was late at night when Erka led her to her hotel room. Not returning home, the couple spent the night alone without Dayana being entrusted to Veronica and her nanny.
A tired Erka seemed to be playing the phone, sitting on the sofa with her legs raised on the table. While Ayleen was soaking in the bathtub stretching his tired muscles in the warm water.
Almost half an hour soaking in warm water, Ayleen came out with wet hair wrapped in white bathrobe. The first sight she saw was Erka who closed her eyes, falling asleep on the sofa. The man's breathing was seen regularly from a shirt with some buttons already open. A white bridal suit was lying originally at the end of the sofa.
“Ckckck.” Ayleen shook his head when he found the phone in Erka's grip almost missed.
Afraid of falling to the floor, the girl Erka just got married this afternoon rushed to save her husband's cell phone. However, the heart was intrigued when he saw the flat object screen lit up with the notification of dozens of incoming messages.
Curious? Sure oes. Soul wants to know Ayleen is churning. The girl looked at the ring on her ring finger and smiled. She had a reason why she dared to tear apart her husband's phone.
Ayleen's eyes widened when he found dozens of messages sent Vania since two days ago. Some have been read, without reply. The rest have not been touched at all.
