MY ONLY!

Ex-wedding.

Again and again, I failed for the third time, but this time the reason really disappointed me.

In contrast to Mas Dimas and Mas Angga who left me because of not strong LDR (Long Distance Relationship) because of our long distance, causing them to choose to end the relationship. Because of work that cannot be left or moved.

This time Mas Fahmi was the third man who left me and chose to marry another Woman. The reason is only one, I don't want to be invited to stay at a hotel with him. Even though we're getting married in a minute. I refused her invitation. It's nice, not married but you want anboxing first!

I walked out of the office to the parking lot. My body was limp, imagining how unfortunate my fate was. I do love Mas Fahmi, but I love myself more. I also did not expect that Mas Fahmi had gone out of bounds that far. Just dropped out of my marriage proposal, he married another woman. Whether since when they met and had a relationship, surely when Mas Fahmi had a proposal with me. Or even before proposing to me.

I just applied with Mas Fahmi a month ago, and a week ago we decided to split up. The wedding date was set. But, maybe this is called not a soul mate. And today Mas Fahmi is married to another woman of his choice.

I kept walking down the parking lot and into my favorite car.

Just getting in the car, my tears seeped out like a leaking faucet.

"Hiks, Mas Fahmiiii..." My tears broke, recalling the memories we had gone through even though not too long ago. It feels, I'm so disappointed, Me and Mas Fahmi have been together for a year. Last year's Anniversary when he proposed to me. I was so happy, I didn't expect it to end up like this.

I rubbed my rough cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears that kept flowing. After I thought about what I was crying for a man who is not moral like Fahmi? Those who just want to get married have asked for something.

I started driving my car out of the parking lot and my stupid thoughts about Fahmi. Gausaha use the word 'Mas' again! I'm so sick of it now.

Arriving home, I saw my Mama was busy choosing a dress that she would not wear anywhere.

"Ehh, Nay. Are you home, honey?" mama said softly.

I nodded, "Yes, Mah. Where did you go to pick that dress?" I said slowly.

Mama frowned. "Well, this is for you, baby. Don't you want to come to Fahmi's wedding?" mama said while continuing to sort out the Dress.

"No Mah! I won't come." I replied a little annoyed. Not because of my Mama, but just hearing her name I want to throw up.

Oh, ja. One more thing, Fahmi invited me to his wedding, very good at all, right?

"I can't do it, honey. You want to be considered weak or fail to move on the same Fahmi if not come?" Mama's way closer to me that already looks frustrated.

"No want! B-but, Mah.." I said stammered I was limp, llesu, lungle into one taste, my feelings mixed.

"Let's dong Darling, strong ya. Mama's sure Nayla can handle this. Nayla's a great Mama's son." said my mother as she gently rubbed my head.

"Again, if I come, when I go there alone, I'm ashamed, Mah." My whine tried to find an excuse not to come to the marriage of the glutinous. The ex meant.

"Udah! You're not worried, Mama has it all ready, you just go!" my mother replied excitedly.

"Huh? What do you mean Mama?" many confused.

"Udah, you're ready. Do you want to go to the salon? Let Fahmi know, if you can be much better without him" said Mama dusty, and busy himself.

"Nggaa... Nayla wants to go to the room." answered me and immediately sauntered away after hugging Mama for a while.

"REMEMBER! IT'S 8 O'CLOCK YES, DON'T FORGET!" my mom shouted very loudly. Because of his position I've gone up to the 2nd floor to my room.

"YES, MAH!"

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"Day! Nayla! Wake up, darling." Mama's soft voice rang out in my ear, I was lazy to wake up just a little thump.

"Nay, get up come on! Don't dehem-dehem mulu. You think mama's a hermit?" my mother said upset.

"The shell is not hmm, but HAAAAH." I replied a little annoyed while practicing how to blow the hermit to Mama.

Mama grinned while covering her nose. "Buset, your breath smells of dragons, Nay! Take a shower, it's 8."

I chuckled as I glanced at the table next to the bed, looking at the alarm clock stranded untouched there, the new clock showing at 18:30 p.m.

"Buset, it's still half a seven o'clock, Mah." I replied annoyedly, I immediately put back the soft and very delicious body of the bedrock.

"Come on, Nay! You haven't made up, haven't had a bath, want to like your padlock to his Fahmi Wedding?" Mama tried to pull me out of this boundless comfort.

I woke up with a heavy heart walking towards the bathroom very forced, the intention was I would sleep in Bath up until morning.

Why does Fahmi have to get married now! Disturb people from sleep, wonder!

Just about to enter the bathroom, Mama has threatened me with one of her flagship attacks. "You sleep in Bath up, you burn all the albums and photos of your idol."

Buset, whose eyes were drowsy. Direct seger kayak abis in jejelin chili sekilo. "Each Queen, I will carry out the orders of Her Majesty the Queen." I said immediately burst into the bath.

Chequek.

"Buset bye, it's a bath what wash feet, lightning is very" said Mama while shaking her waist, looking at her daughter upset, a shower a minute doang, sorted out.

I looked at the photos of my favorite Idol, it was still safe and peaceful in its place. "Hehe, wash your face." I replied grimly.

"SAND AGAIN! IF NOT, MAMA BURNED IT ALL!" out is already the melodious voice of my mother who beat the mosque toa.

"READY YOUR HIGHNESS!" I went straight back into the bathroom and started to shower properly, afraid that my mom would run amok again.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, I was ready with my knee-length red Dress, my beautiful face from birth (don't envy, yes!) The sparkles are full of makeup that makes me look 10 years younger! Asekkkp.

I kept looking at my reflection in the mirror, twisting and tiptoeing while looking at my red high heels, matching the Dress I was wearing.

I'm so pretty, but why am I always left behind? Hixes.

"Darling, hurry up. I'm waiting for you" said Mama as she slowly pulled my hand out of the room.

HUH UH? IN WAIT, WHO IS THE SAME?

"Who are you picking up, Mah?" manya curious.

"Udah, go in. Later you know." replied Mama while encouraging me to enter the car that has been opened the door by Mr. Driver.

When I came in, a man got out of the same car as me, and came to Mama. I don't know what they're talking about, because the windows and doors are closed.

I kept watching the man's back from behind. He walked around and got into the car.

"I'm sorry I waited so long" he said.

I'm gawking, who is he?

Very handsome, haha.

"Oh, yes. It's okay" I replied briefly.

Along the way he was just silent, different from me who confided in Mr. Driver.

"Any right, sir? I less what try? Beautiful, definitely. Sexy, Yes. Money alone, you can. I have lived three times! Try Mr. shadowin!" i said dusty.

Mr. Driver came along, "Bener tuh, Neng! So strange, huh? His neng was perfect. How can it stay in!"

I nodded my head feeling the same Mr. Driver. "Yes, sir! They don't know themselves!"

"Yes, Neng! Hope his Neng gets a much better guy ahead of him!" said Mr. Driver.

"Hopefully, thank you!" my answer reflects the Driver's prayer.

After traveling for about half an hour, I immediately rushed in. Let's get it over with and I can get home soon.

Drrtttt

The sound of the phone vibrating, I reached into my bag to check, it turns out the vibration is not from my phone.

"You come in first, yes, I picked up the phone for a bit" said the man, who had been standing next to me since when, I don't even know whose name it was.

I just nodded and waltzed into Fahmi's wedding. Want to see as beautiful as anything, the woman of his choice.

DEG!

Just as my tiny foot stepped on the red carpet a few steps away, my steps now came to a halt right at the entrance. I saw pictures of Fahmi and that woman, the woman I know so well.

My whole body trembled, my chest churned, the pain enveloped my heart, how could the pain I felt multiply. After seeing the woman Fahmi married.

I keep walking, even though I feel I am not able to just support my weight. I took a deep breath and exhaled violently, trying to calm myself down. This is not the time for me to be weak like this.

I HAVE TO BE STRONG. NAYLA GANENDRA IS NOT A WEAK WOMAN!

After being calm enough, I walked slowly into the building with a smile, stepped confidently, exuding all the positive Auras I had.

As expected, no one can resist the charm of a Nayla. Not a few praised, even almost everyone who saw me, looked at me with a look of amazement.

Who was dong, Nayla is that!

After arriving at the front of the guarantee, I saw Fahmi and the Woman was smiling to welcome the guest with a friendly face that was very disgusting in my eyes.

I climbed the stairs one by one towards them. Fahmi and the woman looked surprised at my arrival.

Maybe in their minds, why did I actually come when they invited? Haha.

I smiled kindly and congratulated without touching Fahmi's dirty hands which she offered to shake hands with me. Just delicious!

"Congratulations, Fahmi and Lia on their marriage. May you be happy and quickly given a baby," I said kindly while shifting a little ahead of Lia-Istriinya Fahmi and also 'former' my best friend.

Lia Amara, the friend I thought was good, was not as good as her name. I did not expect, Friend who has been with me for almost Five Years, it turns out he also stabbed me from behind.

I continued to look at Lia who was staring back at me, with a mocking smile. I still don't think, why should Lia?

"Why, Nay? Shocked? see I married your own best friend?" Fahmi laughed out loud while looking at me.

"Haha! How, how nice in the same marriage stay the guy you like?" lia said mocking me.

I was a little surprised to see Lia's change in attitude towards me. She's been a nice, gentle woman all along. In fact, he often gives me advice if I'm in trouble. Especially when I decided to let go of Fahmi.

Lia and Fahmi were busy laughing mockingly. Fahmi pulls Lia's loin in front of me.

"Gue is the same Fahmi... Oops! Excuse me. I mean Husband I've been in a long relationship, before Lo's application. Uh one more, Fahmi lamar Lo because I told you. Let pas nullify the pain of the feeling. Haha!" lia is supported by Fahmi.

Fahmi raised his thumb at me. "Where? Yummy anyway? Hahaha..." Fahmi.

I raised my face, looking up with a look of disdain towards the two of them. In my heart I am very grateful, for refusing Fahmi's lecherous invitation to stay at the hotel with him.

"Good, the same burden of marriage, right it pantes, is not it?" I said sarcasm.

Fahmi and Lia stopped laughing, they both looked at me unacceptable. "I mean Lo!" sentak Fahmi annoyed.

"Huh! Tell me, you envy right? I have no partner, I live in marriage anyway," said Lia while turning her lips to me.

"What do you do, envy the trash?" I answered calmly folded my hands on my chest.

"Blog*n. What the hell is Lo coming for! Ngabisin same food place doang here. Oh, ja. One more, a flick of a stroke, a hunt to be a spinster!" the word Fahmi adds to Lia's sarcastic words to me.

"Aren't you a virgin? Oops! Haha." Continue them both.

"I'm sorry, no junk food. You see, here it smells like the last dump" I said indifferently to their spicy words.

I want to cry a little.

Fahmi's face was red, looking at me full of emotion. I knew what he was going to do to me, Fahmi raised his hand to slap me.

I closed my eyes...

"Sorry, Mr. Fahmi. Don't touch My Woman." The heavy voice of someone resuscitated me, why aren't Fahmi's hands up to my face?Or stuck in the street?

I opened my eyes slowly looking at the strapping back of a man who had gone here with me. He was holding Fahmi's hand that was about to slap me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he came in time.

"P-sir Daren?" fahmi said stammered, while lowering her hand. He was seen in shock with the presence of the man named Daren.