Not Ordinary Slant

The Forty Eight

Just after Magrib, Haris, Rafka and Rafis meet. In a matter of hours, one of them will have a wedding.

Rafka's family is worried because Rafka justu choose to leave when the event is getting closer. They tried to hold the young man back, but Rafka said he would follow alone. It's insane!

"Please sign here." Haris handed Rafka some papers to sign. Beside him, had also sat an actual heir. If everything goes well, then tonight Rafis is right to be the leader at Aston Hotel.

Rafka. He just sat straight, with a straight look at the paper. In a moment, he must give up all his efforts and efforts so far. Soon, he will step down as the leader of the RFS Group once again General Manager of Aston Hotel and become a regular employee.

Haris tapped his fingers slowly onto the surface of the table. There are concerns on his face, Rafka will refuse the signing of the transfer of company assets.

Actually, it doesn't matter because they can still sue the court, if Raffa insists on refusing. But it would be better if everything went well.

Haris involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, as Rafka finally grabbed the pen and etched her signature onto the precious papers without hesitation. Meanwhile, Rafis looked at him vigilantly.

"Even, right?" Rafka raised her face. Shifting the view from the sheet of paper towards Rafis. Then, he turned to look at Haris. "There again?"

Haris smears a smile. "There are some assets and investments that you keep secret. We've confirmed if the purchase of all of it using the company's money."

Rafka's face changed. He looked at Haris sharply.

"Don't worry. Arzan has given it up. Let's just say it's compensation for you, as long as you're completely off the Aston Hotel."

Instead of being happy, Rafka was offended and that was Rafis' goal. His jaw seemed to harden with a raining glare. However, not for long he seemed to be trying to control himself. Then, stand up and look at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

"Well, it's time I had to go. My future wife must have been waiting," said Rafka heated up. He walked past them. But then, he turned his body again.

"Oh, yes." Rafka deliberately paused his words, until Rafis returned his gaze. "You don't want to congratulate me, Arzan?"

Rafish did not answer. He just smiled slanted. "I don't really want to go too far. But what can you do, you ask," replied Rafis sharply.

Both are silent. Just throwing cold eyes at each other. Until finally, Rafka chose to continue the steps. He should not be provoked because soon the game will be finished.

"Please, Mum." Haris put the papers into the map, then gave them to Rafis. Make Rafis divert his gaze from Rafka's movement away.

***

Rafka's family is worried about not finding Rafka at Agya's residence. The cell phone number of the prospective bridegroom was not active, making the feelings of relatives ketar-ketir.

Mama saw something was wrong, chose to approach them first. He was also confused and worried when Rafka's family apologized to him.

All the faces involved in the group looked panicked. Some are still trying to call, some are intending to find Rafka somewhere.

Luckily, a silver-colored sedan immediately parked his car in the carport. Not long after, a handsome young man in a batik shirt, stepped out from there.

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They rushed to Rafka and asked her how she was.

"Where's alika?" That was the first question Rafka asked. Although he knew his sister had long cut off communication with him, but he still sent the news of this happy day to him. He was even very sure, if Alika would come.

Rafka could not hide her disappointed look as her uncle shook his head. He did not expect, Alika would completely forget about it.

"Come on! It's 8." Aunty approached, then took a look at Rafka's arm. In front of the house there is a group ready to welcome.

The atmosphere today is still crowded, although the plan of the event is only celebrated simply. Neighbors, relatives, friends, and regional officials seemed to come to cheer the event.

Agya is carried out of the room when Rafka has sat in front of the ruler. It looks beautiful with a soft pink kebaya paired with a batik skirt. Her hair is modern-day bun with pearl ornaments that match the earrings on her ears. Very pretty and graceful.

As Agya was welcome to sit beside Rafka, the papa sitting next to Gio seemed to throw a warm smile at her. Tonight, papa's duty to become Agya's marriage guardian will be represented by Gio. To be honest, it made Agya quite sad. However, because of papa's condition that is not possible, inevitably Agya must be willing.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." The opening remarks have been chanted and guests have begun to focus attention. However, Agya actually seemed to circulate the view. There is a figure he is looking for.

Seeing this, mama patted Agya's shoulder slowly, then asked Agya to pay attention to the hulu who was giving a little encouragement.

"I'm here." A slow voice that managed to make Agya turn his head and instantly his eyes dewy when he saw Rafis sitting in the witness line.

He bit his lips that were shaking strongly. Trying his hardest to dampen his cries so as not to break.