My wife's been misguided

will give you the best memories

Early in the morning Priok cape was filled with people who would take part in the holiday celebrating our wedding. Although for me Nesya this is a kind of home-based game that was played when I was a child, but for the invitees, this is a free vacation that must be used as well as possible.

Reportedly there are two thousand people who will be passengers on this ship. All employees of the space group, ranging from the gods of directors to cleaning service tumplex spilled here. I got a room on deck 10a with all the shareholders, the besan family, and the board of directors.

"What dream can you marry the son of Surya sir, yan?" Papa was still amazed at the facilities we got.

My dad is just one of the directors in the aerospace group subsidiary. If it were not for events like this, our family would only be able to get the facilities below that we enjoy today.

If you remember all that. I can only give you a smile. "The nightmares are rich."

"Hush!" My arm got a nice pat from mom. "It can be a blessing to be grateful, instead say a nightmare."

Don't know, bye. It's even too complicated for my brain to be too simple.

My room is called the bridal room. It's the last position on the deck. Once inside, the eyes were immediately pampered with abundant sunlight thanks to the large windows on two sides.

The view from the balcony is also very refreshing. The ocean is visible to the horizon. Hopefully there will be dolphins or whales beratraksi in the ocean.

Nesya came in about ten minutes after I entered the room. He was carrying one large backpack for a three-day vacation plan. Of course, the parter officer picked him up here.

"Is he ready?" He asked me to mince words while recklessly throwing a beach hat on the nightstand. Then throw yourself on the bed.

He did not care at all about my heart that blingsatan see his body that only wears a white shirt is almost transparent and shorts light blue. The whites of her four limbs were exposed freely right under my nose. It did not count the scent of perfume that was out, intoxicating the olfactory nerve endings of anyone who was close to it.

As if that wasn't enough, he stretched himself by pulling his hands all the way up his head. His stomach area was revealed slightly, revealing flawless smooth white skin.

"Wiii!" I screamed while throwing a pillow at him. "No love, no s**s. But if you continue to tegodain rich gini, do not blame if I break the agreement," said my fierce.

He flipped the pillow out of his face and threw it back at me.

"God! who is teasing who? I just slept in my own bed. You're the one who omes, and I'm wrong?"

I turned over the pillow he threw. "Don't wear too sexy clothes in front of me."

The pillow was thrown back again. "So you say it's too sexy? Oi! please yeah, brain swept, yeah mas. I guess it hasn't been cleaned up for a long time!"

Hmh! didn't he realize his underwear was hanging from behind his shirt?

I threw the pillow again. He doesn't want to lose. Four pillows on the mattress alternated into weapons until the knocking of the door. Two guys from the boutique and a makeup artist have been standing at the door, ready to make over.

they were stunned when they saw the bed was in disarray. Moreover, plus Nesya with his leisurely tidying up the hair that fussed due to pillow wars.

"I'm sorry, yes. So bothering you, you see, ten o'clock must all be ready." The makeup artist sounded awkward talking.

"Nyantai aja, ma'am," Nesya replied quickly, "We're just a little bit of a war earlier."

Hahaha, nice response!

The marriage ceremony was held in the ship's mosque. More precisely called the red carpeted grand hall. Qibla direction can change at any time, so there are no mihrabs and saf marker lines here. Just a big compass on the ceiling and one poster about the tutorial on its use on the wall.

The barrier between the male and female areas is not permanently installed for the same reason. So for the purposes of this marriage contract event, the women sit in the left sidebar near the entrance while the men are directed to sit in the right side area away from the entrance.

While I, like lunch, was in the middle of the room. Om Surya was right in front of, just apart from a small table. Mr. Penghulu and the witnesses took another piece around the table.

Fortunately, this mosque is air conditioned. If not. Must have been a rage from earlier. In addition, the neck of my white coat feels starting to suffocate.

Now, in front of the ruler, suddenly this evil marriage felt a bit serious. It all seems so pressing. My brain is starting to think of the best ways to escape or just splash into the sea.

But can not 'titip sir Surya, yes.' the words of doctor Ahmad prick my head again.

'*I have successfully chosen a priest to guide the journey of Nesya*' Hope om Surya stirring my head.

'Well, maybe this could be the way for me to be free from my father' Nesya's dream is squeezing my heart.

While all I want is just a dime, is to make the lindar nangis Bombay has lied to me to the bottom of the heart.

In the back, the mothers chattered noisily like the wings of a bee. Sometimes there was a short laugh and then chirping again. But all was immediately silent as soon as the MC said hello.

The event begins with the recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an. I'm still busy beating my crazy heart. Until the reader reads the translation.

O people, fear your Lord who created you from one soul, and from whom God created a mate...

But does not all activity depend on intention? if the intention is to pretend, what means that everything here goes along with being a lie?

....and (maintain) the relationship..

Huh! the silahturahmi?

Silahturahmi what is the name if it is made on the basis of expediency? Lies and pretenses in whip. Silahturahmi based on mutual use.

Om Surya used me to buy his assets. Nesya benefits this marriage for escape from her father's restraints. And I used Nesya for revenge on the leech.

But judging from any side, I'm still the loser. Nesya just take care of it, not she who will say the marriage contract. Om Surya has nothing to lose. It was as if he would not die broke.

"Mas," the call plus the colekan of Ahmad's doctor who sat as a witness at the end of the table made me aware of the daydream.

Just realized that the hand om Surya had been hanging waiting to be welcomed to greet me.

This is it! the more trembling I am. The AC room is getting hotter. Why is it only men who want marriage? Who married both. This is not fair.

"Brother of Zian Prasetyo bin Arifin Prasetyo's son." Om Surya started the kabul ijab procession with a hoarse voice that was almost inaudible.

"Ready, om!" Reply slowly.

There was a giggling voice in the audience. Misconstant me. Shouldn't call me.

"I married you to my daughter. Cahya Nesya Larasati full moon bin Surya Hartono with dowry of two hundred and fifty grams of gold bullion, Cash!"

This sounds really rich! really really emang!

But this is just a lie! A lie!

"Mas!" Doctor Ahmad's voice ngagetin me again.

Audience chuckles. A committee handed out several sheets of tissue through Dr. Ahmad. He used it to eat my head, rich, that nurse did to the surgeon in the surgical room.

People are laughing harder. Basic audience. They don't know how I feel. I can only laugh, continue to feel the greatest in the world.

"Ready, Zian mas" Penghulu asked me again. I don't know what the definition is ready for. Ready to get married or ready to be taken advantage of by people who are currently around.

Om Surya repeated the sentence of his ijab. Now I immediately replied "I accept marriage and marriage Cahya Nesya Larasati full moon with dowry paid in cash!"

And welcome the cry. "saahh!!" of the witnesses. Prayer offered. Limbung. It feels rich floating. Fused with air.

It can only step on the earth again when a seductive warm scent enters the olfactory space. Nesya took a seat on the side with a bitter smile that hurt her breath.

Suddenly I felt really bad. This is not the wedding we wanted. Not what Nesya wants or what I want.

And immediately, the desire for revenge is gone, the lindar is the past, should not add disease by bringing it into the future business.

Qku can't forgive lindar. But it is not fair to make others suffer because of something that should have passed. Nesya should not have suffered.

He said he wanted to make this a way to get away from the father who blocked him. But not a single hint of happiness emanated from his eyes. Still, it hurts a lot. And the most painful thing is to see someone else hurt when I can actually spare him from that pain.

The committee brought a tray containing the wedding ring. We put each other on the ring finger.

Nesya's hands felt very cold. It was as if the winter wind from the North pole was twisting its body like a blanket. I held her hand to warm her.

His lips glanced at the smile. For a moment, the gloom vanished from his gaze.

Okay, I might not be able to love. But at will, until he graduates I can give happiness to Nesya.

For a while, during the time of our agreement. During our marriage, I will give her the most beautiful memories.

****oke, permission. I am now legally a husband. And this is where my new life began. What is my next life story? Will I survive this marriage? Or will I find my true love later****?

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****If that's the case then, a week inshaallah I'll go three or four times****.

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