Not the Bride of Choice

Gavin's sick 2

I woke up instantly when I heard Mas Ali's voice calling my name right in my left ear.

His heavy and hoarse voice sounded soft in my ears making my hair stand up all of a sudden.

"Ica, let's wake up at 5:40" she said, whispering in my ear.

I woke up and realized how close the distance between her lips and mine was.

I opened my eyes slowly and I saw the position of my head that was already on top of Mas Ali's arms and more embarrassing my legs were hugging Mas Ali's upper thighs.

I was surprised to realize it.

Immediately I turned my body behind him.

"sorry" I said slowly.

He got up and went to the bathroom.

We went down to the hotel lobby.

There was already papa and mama Mas Ali and his other family who were ready to go to the airport.

"mama's morning, papa" said Mas Ali as he greeted his parents.

I did the same thing to my father-in-law.

Greet the other family.

"Why Li? why is his neck twisted? slept wrong? " ask his aunt.

"No, it's a little bit achy maybe the effect of being a pillow all night" Mas Ali replied as he glanced at me.

I was embarrassed to be the laughingstock of Mas Ali's family.

Arriving at the airport klamu Mas Ali farewell, as well as the parents of Mas Ali.

Her mother cried while hugging Mas Ali and gave us some advice.

" whatever happens is the destiny of ALLAH, be a complementary husband and wife, while GOD takes care of your household" said his mother while stroking the cheeks of her child.

"be a good and responsible husband, try to open yourself to your wife, son" he said again to Mas Ali.

We went home from the airport to my house.

At home mom and dad are also bukde and Pakle is busy talking over breakfast.

We joined in.

On the sidelines of the conversation, Mas Ali asked for permission to go home to the plantation the day after tomorrow and take me with him.

After breakfast I went to the minimarket where I worked to submit my resignation letter.

Arriving at the minimarket, I went straight to Mas Fahri's office.

I nervously knocked slowly on the door of the room that was not actually closed. He looked at me and nodded slowly allowing me to enter his room.

She moved her hand again gesturing for me to close the door of the room.

I sat in front of Mas Fahri who was looking at me expressionlessly.

I slowly put on his desk my resignation letter.

So quiet.

Makes me feel more nervous.

"What exactly happened? " ask him to me.

"Sorry" I replied slowly.

"Why are you willing to be your sister Ca's replacement?? didn't we just get it yesterday? you invited me to be your companion at your sister's wedding? but why is this even happening? " he asked me with a red face holding back his anger.

I could only be silent without answering a single word.

" You can refuse the request of your parents and family. You can tell them that you love Me and cannot marry another man.

My tears are no longer able to be shed. I cried without a sound.

He stood up to me and tried to hold me.

But I swiftly stood up and brushed off his hand.

He was surprised to see my reaction.

"Sorry" I said again.

"I am now a wife of a mas, it is not appropriate to be embraced by others.

" That's my resignation letter mas, the day after tomorrow I will join my husband to live on the plantation. Thank you for all the good things about Fahri. Only ALLAH can repay all the kindness of Mas Fahri. Sorry for everything that happened" I said again.

Then go out and leave Mas Fahri glued to his room.

I greet my friends one by one.

Then hugged Mia so tightly.

We cried together in arms.

"May you be happy dear" Mia whispered in my ear.

"Don't hesitate to call and confide in me" he said again.

I nodded and hugged him back.

Then I say goodbye and go home.

This morning the air is quite bright.the clock has shown at 8.30Wib.

Mas Ali had finished putting all the suitcases in the trunk of his car.

While I was still sobbing in Mom's arms and bukde.

"Be a wife who slalu maintain the dignity of the husband yes son. May the LORD protect your household" said the mother, letting go of her embrace.

After shaking hands and hugging each other we left the house to the plantation where Mas Ali lived.

For the first time I was away from my parents. It was sad to have to leave them both.

While Aisyah until now no one knows her whereabouts.