Not the Son of the Prostitute

Mutia Lost

The day the couple were waiting for finally arrived. Clad in white kebaya Mutia sat waiting for MUA to put on her makeup in front of the mirror. The girl stared in disbelief as the expert's hand managed to turn her into a very pretty Cinderella.

"It's over, Miss." The woman around the age of forty checked once again the makeup on Mutia's face. Until finally exit the room to give a moment for the girl before the start of the event.

"Mutia, are you ready?" Naila stepped in to her daughter who looked so nervous, repeatedly Mutia also stared at her own appearance in front of the mirror as she swirled in all directions.

"You are beautiful, my dear. No need to worry, there's Mama here."

"But I'm a gerogi, Ma. How about I embarrass you later?" Mutia only hoped that her marriage this time would go smoothly. Maybe Mutia is still traumatized by the failure of her marriage to Joseph first.

"Nothing will happen, Mutia. You don't have to worry like this." Convincing once again. Naila gently rubbed Mutia's back so that the girl no longer felt excessive anxiety.

"Mom will look ahead for a moment. You're not going anywhere?" Open the door and warn Mutia not to leave the room. "Mama will ask Grandma to accompany you."

There's a lot for Naila to take care of. Although Naila asked Haidar to hold a simple event, but what the family did, they instead rented a luxury building to be used as a venue for the wedding of her son.

"Yes, Ma." Mutia sat down again on the edge of the bed. While waiting for the event to start, Mutia played with her phone for a while. Scroll the flat screen until suddenly showing a message from one of the girls who Mutia knew.

[Can we meet?]

Mutia frowned in surprise reading the text message.

Meet up? It's okay if I leave the room for a while.

[Sorry, I can't!]

[Please, Mutia. I just want to meet you,] persuade someone across the street.

[But Mama said I can't go anywhere! The show will start soon.]Mutia still held firm to Mama Naila's advice earlier.

[Five minutes, Mutia. Just in the park next to the building. I promise I won't fuck around!]

[But ..?]

[Please, Mutia ..]

[It's important, Mutia.] The message came back. Mutia no longer replied to him.

[Key!]

From across there send out a lot of smiling emotes.

[I'm waiting for you in the park. Now!]

Mutia was worried about herself choosing to stay or agree to someone's request earlier, but Mutia had already promised to see him. While another half hour will be carried out immediately.

As the time was getting more urgent Mutia hurriedly snatched the phone, the girl sneaked her way towards the back door.

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Yudi, Laura, and Kania have been in the room for an hour and will be the place where the marriage contract will be carried out. Laura repeatedly stared at the wonder of the room in a super luxurious layout, with floral decorations and decorative lights on her left right. While the girl next to him just scowled, put on a face of dislike.

"Ma, I'm home, right? Bosen me. Which way the bride is not out!" whining Kania next to her mom. The girl was not at all comfortable in the room. Maybe if it was not forced by his father Kania would not have been able to participate in the event.

"You want to make Papa angry? Shut up, sit down!" laura orders with a sharp look. Actually Laura was also lazy to come to the event, especially Laura had to pretend to put a smile in front of everyone. But, how else?

"Pa, where's the bride? Why so long, anyway?!" Kania continued to grumble, but Yudi only shook his head to see his daughter's behavior.

Laura who saw the whole room of the party all-luxury suddenly suspected, what do not-don't his company's money be given to Naila?

"Yud, this isn't all you paying for, is it?" Suddenly Laura nudged Yudi's arm which was still focused on staring around. The man was always staring at the entrance, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.

"What the hell, Laura? Why do you have such thoughts? Mutia's future husband is rich. He is the youngest son of the Pratama Family. So, there's no way I'm using my money to help them."

"Yes, who knows your ex-wife still wants your money. Isn't that rich Mutia's future husband, if she's still a commoner, right?" As usual Laura always insulted Naila. The whispers were heard directly by Naila who was accidentally walking from behind.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Naila stopped her steps when she heard her talk. Naila does not accept if Laura accuses him of asking Yudi for money for Mutia's wedding. Though from the Mutia family did not spend a penny, all had been borne by the bridegroom including the rent of the building and others.

"What's? You don't accept me saying you're a commoner? That's reality, right?" Laura smiled mockingly. It really humbled the woman in front of him.

"I am a commoner. But, I never snatch people's husbands! Let alone slandering his legal wife as an actor!" Naila's answer made Laura lose a landslide. The woman's face immediately flushed red, especially when some guests looked at her with a look of intimidation.

"Shut your mouth!"

"Hey, already! Why are you even fighting? Naomi ...!" He looked at his ex-wife. "Don't destroy Mutia's show by serving Laura."

"okay! But please, teach your beloved wife this to be polite!" Naila said curtly, glanced at Laura once more, then chose to leave the place.

"Yud, what the fuck? Why even buy him?!" Laura glared in disbelief as Yudi seemed to defend Naila rather than herself.

In another room.

Haidar was suddenly nervous when the father came in and told if soon the wedding will be held soon. He repeatedly wiped the sweat that soaked his forehead, tidying up once again his appearance that had been neat since.

"Did you feel this way when you wanted to marry your mom?" The question escaped Haidar's mouth. The man in front there immediately smiled and replied to his son's question with a gentle pat on his right shoulder.

"of course. I'm nervous like you. Even when we're about to do ..."

"Yeah ...!" That's enough according to Haidar. It is better not to hear the next sentence.

"What?" Arya chuckled softly. Arya just wanted to melt the atmosphere so that Haidar did not feel tense anymore.

"Calm down. You can do it!" Clap once again. Arya glanced at the watch on her wrist right with the opening of the door from out there.

"Master ...!" Suddenly the MUA who had been decorating Mutia walked in in hastily. The face of the middle-aged woman looked pale, especially when looking at the two men who were in the room.

"Mr ... Miss Mutia is not in the dressing room!"