Not the Bride of Choice

Moving to Gavin House

One week away Aisyah and Mas Ali's wedding will be held.

His marriage contract will be carried out One day before the Reception and will take place in our humble home in accordance with Father's request.

The reception will take place in the Swiss hotel ballroom building at the request of the groom's family.

Of course the reception will take place very Mariah, because Mas Ali her candidate Aisyah is a wealthy Young businessman.

Aisyah once told me that Mas Ali was a plantation businessman who continued one of his parent's businesses.

And he has also completed his S2 studies in Malaysia with an MBA.

Aisyah must be very lucky to have an amazing husband candidate, not only handsome but also smart and so attentive to Aisyah.

To be honest I have never met directly with my sister-in-law, because of our busyness and schedule that does not allow us to meet.

Actually I am also very curious to see the face of the man who has conquered the heart of my brother who I love the most.

Maybe it's not time yet.

Inshaa ALLAH will be on the contract day I will meet and get acquainted with him.

Smoga all went well according to my plan in my heart.

I'm not as lucky as Aisyah, but I'm also flowering again because exactly one week ago I was with Masa Fahri.

He shot me when I walked into his office to give Aisyah a wedding invitation.

Suddenly Mas fahri took my hand and said that she also wanted our names both written on the ball like Aisyah and her future husband.

I smiled shyly as she expressed her feelings that I loved for a long time.

And finally that day we made it and he promised to be my next door at Aisyah's wedding reception.

I was really happy that day.

Something strange in my opinion.

A week before her wedding, Aisyah was not excited and tended to be quiet.

Yesterday fitting in questionn mother the matter of clothes to wear fitting Marriage Certificate, he even answered up to mother Only.

The day of her marriage is getting closer.

He was like evading and did not care about his marriage.

The day passed so quickly, tomorrow Aisyah will have a wedding with Mas Ali. I saw the mother in the kitchen busy making drinks for the neighbors who came to help with relatives who had come since yesterday.

Tents with shades of pink and white have stood firmly in the yard of the house, even the house has been filled with curtains in line with the color of the tent.

In the corner of the house that is usually the living room has now turned into a beautiful painting with shades of pink and white as well, for the implementation of their marriage certificate.

aisyah's room is also decorated as beautiful as possible with pink furniture of course according to Aisyah's taste.

I headed for the slightly open bridal room.

I saw Aisyah lying against the white-covered wall in front of her.

I approached him, half whispering, joking in his ear

" ciee.. candidate manten. ngelamun aja. lazy-malasan in the room. have been patient ya wait tomorrow" said I with a laugh.

He brushed my finger away and told me to come out of his room in a loud enough voice.

I was shocked to hear his words.

"you why? how angry? I'm just kidding" I told him.

He sat down and faced me, and I saw tears at the end of his eyes.

"crying boy? " many more.

Then she hugged me very tightly while crying sob .

"I don't want to marry Mbak. I can't. I'm not ready yet. I can't imagine myself after marriage having to join Mas Ali living on the plantation. Being a boring wife whose job is just taking care of the house and waiting for the husband to come home from work. I can't mbak. We have never lived in a village, from birth until now we live in the middle of the city, where maybe I can survive in a quiet plantation. "he said while sobbing.

I looked at him inside.

" Don't you agree to your future husband's request? didn't you yourself say you were willing to stay at the farm with her? " many more.

"Yes mbak, but after I reflect I will not be able to. I can't leave my job, leave my friends, there must be quiet and boring no mall let alone Cinema. I certainly won't be at home. I want to cancel mbak. I can't" she said again crying.

Astagfirullah.

" Don't be stupid Aisyah, your wedding is tomorrow morning, don't think no. This is the destiny you have to live. Live sincerely, Inshaa ALLAH your life will be happy with your husband. Anyway every two months you can come with your husband to the city and we can let each other miss" I persuaded him with advice.

"That's it, don't think no more. Now go to sleep and stop crying, because otherwise tomorrow your eyes will be swollen and very ugly. " I said while stroking her hair.

She's quiet.

I also came out of his room while taking a stand.

Inshaa ALLAH all will run smoothly whispered I in my heart.

Aamiins.