Mentari for Dawn

CHAPTER 37 - Congratulations To A Pair of Brides

Plus, the woman was the wife of her own best friend. He can't keep going like this. Come on Dawn, move on. Dawn tried to encourage itself.

Dance who secretly glanced at Dawn at a glance, was surprised to see the attitude of her future husband who looked nervous and misbehaved. Is that guy nervous about this wedding? Never mind, he didn't have to think about that guy. Both of them were forced to do this marriage.

The large family group climbed on top of the guarantee, and greeted the couple.

"Congratulations Son, on your marriage" Helmi greeted Dawn and embraced it, with a smile that was crammed on her face.

"Thank you Om" Dawn returned the middle-aged man's embrace with a forced smile

"Happy son, may your marriage last until death do you part. And certainly.... Quick to be given a baby" Lesti also joined the Dawn and gave prayers, and his hope with happiness.

But without him knowing, his words even make Fajar and Dance feel slapped, until they stare at each other for a moment tensely.

The dance holds her belly still flat and veiled with her wedding dress. If only they knew, that the momongan they meant was already there. Even momongan is what makes them forced to do this marriage.

"Thank you Auntie. Oh yes introduce, this is Mentari, my future wife" Fajar replied to Lesti's hand post with a nervous smile. Then he pointed and introduced Dance. Trying to divert the conversation from the discussion of the child.

"Hallo baby, you are so beautiful. Aunt congratulate you on your marriage" Lesti hugged Dari and stroked her hair gently and warmly.

"Thank you Auntie" Dance returned the middle-aged woman's embrace clumsily.

"Congratulations bro" Rahul shakes Dawn's hands in happiness for his best friend, who will finally let go of his youth. And let go of his feelings from his wife. That's more important and very happy.

"Thank you" .

"Hopefully succeed.... His first night" Rahul whispered mischievously and rolled his eyes. Which makes Fajar smile cold and stiff.

"Congratulations on your marriage. I hope.... Your marriage has always been filled with happiness" Zahra shook Dawn's hand, and offered her prayers and wishes for their marriage.

"Thank you very much. The same prayer for you and your family"

Dance watched the scene with a hint of wonder. Somehow he felt that there was something strange about seeing the Dawn's attitude towards the woman. The man looked nervous and misbehaved. His look at the woman felt so deep.

And the woman, named Zahra, also looked nervous and uncomfortable facing the man. Is there anything between the two of them?

Oh, no, not his business either. She also never had any feelings for her future husband. He even hates her so much. So what does it matter, if the man glances at another woman?

"Hey. Congratulations on your marriage and the Dawn. Introduce, my name is Zahra" Dance flinched as Zahra approached her, and extended her hand while smiling with her cherry.

"I'm Mentari, you can call me Tari" Tari returned the woman's hand with a stiff and clumsy feeling.

"I invited him Om. But if they don't want to come, what can I do?" Dawn answered with a bland voice.

Her attitude made Dari again wonder in her heart. Why does the man seem unhappy about talking about his family? Is their relationship also problematic, just like he is with his family?

If their relationship is established normally on the basis of love like a bride and groom in general, maybe she will also be introduced to the family of her future husband. Unfortunately, their marriage was an accident.

"Pa, it seems to be them" Suddenly Rahul elbowed his Papa's arm, and pointed at the three people who were walking among the guests, towards the courtyard where they were all standing at the moment.

"Hallo. It's gathering here?" Chirping Oma Violet showed her smile.

Dawn was not at all happy with the arrival of her family. Because he knew they didn't come as a family. Rather than just as a guest who considers him a stranger. Who will never feel sad, or happy for every joy of his suffering.

Their presence made the atmosphere instantly become stiff and silent. Everyone was silent and looked at each other. Except for Dari and Zahra who were confused. Because they do not know anything about the problems that occur between the extended family.

"Congratulations Dawn, for your marriage" Gerald extended his hand in a friendly manner towards Dawn.

"Thank you for coming" Dawn welcomed Gerald's hand and tried to adjust their attitude.

"Oh yes Dawn, you don't want to introduce your future wife to us?" Ask Oma Violet while pointing at Tari who is next to Dawn.

"Include him.... The Dusk Pratama Mentari. You can call her by the call of Dance. Dance, introduce this.... Oma Violet, Aunt Astrid and Gerald. They were Oma, my sister and stepmother" Fajar introduced Dance to her family with a flat and bland expression.

"But wait a minute. Aren't you... Waiter at the hotel that time? Who had a fuss with Gerald?" While pointing with her index finger, Astrid stared at Tari with a fixed and furrowed eyebrow. Trying to remember and make sure the face that feels familiar to him.

"Yes Aunty" replied Dance in a flat tone.

She also did not expect it turned out that the proud and arrogant man and his family who had confronted him, when he was still working as a catering servant first, was his own future husband's family. People say, the world is narrow.

"You guys.... Know each other?" Dawn looked at the four people in turn in confusion.

"of course. We met at a hotel. At that time, Tari had a dispute with Gerald. He behaved very impolitely. Doused the invited guest with the soup, and humiliated him in front of many people. He was there only as a servant. But instead behave more than the boss and the owner of the event. Isn't that so dear?"

Oma Violet chattered at length. Her tone was soft, yet it sounded extremely cynical and demeaning to Dance. Even that old woman threw a sneering smile at her son-in-law's future granddaughter.

It made everyone surprised to hear it. And they looked at Dari with wondering gazes.

"Yes Oma was right. But everything that happens, of course, there is a cause and effect, right? If the guest I meet is polite, I will act like that too. And vice versa. If the guest has no attitude when he is a learned and highly educated person, then what about me who is only a servant?

Besides, I also can't be silent, seeing my best friend is needed like an animal by a non-rooted guest, just because he's a waiter. Are servants not human? And they deserve to be appreciated too? Supposedly as an older and respected person, Oma could teach that to the younger ones. Isn't that Oma?"