Oh My Mr. Wool

H-3 Wedding

This morning Mira was preparing to go to Sabran Wijaya's house, Adnan reminded her via chat.

[At 10 a.m., Jl.Haji Husein 2,Acisa Permai Complex, number ***] Notification appears on the HP Mira screen

[this is Adnan? ] Guess Mira, 'cause Adnan doesn't have his number

[Yes] Answer stopped by at his HP

Mira just ignored, did not take a headache because he believed Adnan had a lot of errand boy to just get his number, it was easy for an Adnan Wijaya.

This morning Mira wore an olive-colored tunic combined with a white headscarf and matching pants.

Mira grabbed her bag she had prepared on the nightstand then locked the door of the hotel room and passed away.

***

"Designs failed, Uncle?" Adnan smiled mockingly when crossing with Anton who was about to enter the house with a tangled face, while Adnan was about to leave the house.

"What plan?"

"Truly two-faced man, throw stones and hide his hands. Cih" Adnan screeched then smiled cynically

"So your saying is Adnan, I am your Uncle and older than you. You don't have manners, just like your dad."

Adnan's emotions were ignited because of Anton's speech, he pulled Anton's collar and pushed it into the wall

"Listen, Uncle, you're not my real uncle, so I don't care about respect or anything,I will respect you if you are worthy of respect even if he is not my blood family, but look at you!" Adnan smiled mocking again "Would anyone who intends to harm his nephew's future wife be respected? cihh wants treasure in a pathetic way."

Anton gritted his teeth holding back the anger

"And one more thing, don't you dare reproach my father with your dirty mouth!" Adnan pushed Anton and removed his grip from Anton's collar and passed into the car.

The veins around Anton's temple sprung up as it held in fury and fury

"Based on the rancid boy, just look at what I'm doing to you." Anton grieves harshly and goes inside the house

***

Mira was pacing in front of the hotel waiting for an online taxi to pick her up.

After 5 minutes passed the white car with the text of a taxi above it stopped in front of him. When about to open the car door, the sound of another car horn can be heard deafening the ears. Mira saw the direction of the horn sound, a red car seemed to be lying behind the taxi.

Adnan got out of the red car, approached Mira.

"Get in my car!" Adnan opened his voice when he arrived in front of Mira

"Why should I want to?"

"Let Grandpa be unsuspecting,ayo!" Adnan pulls Mira's hand

"Attent." Mira brushed Adnan's hand away and knocked on the window of the taxi

"Uncle, I'm sorry I was picked up. I'm changing the cost here, right?" Mira sends two green coins to the taxi driver.

"No need to be, no, no, no." The taxi driver pushed back Mira's hand

Mira pulled the taxi driver's hand and put the money into the driver's hand "Udah gapapa just take it."

"Thank you a lot of mbak." Mira nodded and smiled

"Come on Mr. Adnan" Mira walked towards the car followed by Adnan behind him.

"Why send money to the taxi driver who didn't drive you?" Adnan asked confused

"Gapapa, kasian location before far willing to pick me up to the hotel. Gasoline dong him if I don't go up."

"Oh" Adnan answered briefly

**

"During time I didn't see Mira." Sabran Wijaya smiled warmly at Mira. Mira's face was not what it is now.

Mira smiled awkwardly at the way Sabran looked at her, she knew what the wise man thought.

In the past, when there was still his father he could still buy a little skincare, now to be able to eat alhamdulillaah after half his salary was used for rent.

As a result, Mira stopped the use of skincare and made her sensitive face become more acne.

"Where have you been all this time? How hard to contact? you also move around a lot." Sabran continued his question

Mira feels interrogated, scratched head that does not itch to eliminate nervousness.

"Gini sir, after high school...."

Mira wandered into the Capital just after graduating from High School, coincidentally she was admitted to one of the State Universities on a half scholarship, to cover tuition fees of which half she worked part-time.

The reason he often moved was because his work was also moving, often he was expelled because he was late to pay the rent.

Adnan only noticed the chatter of two people in front of him, hung to act like what finally he just rolled around the HP homepage.

Sabran is concerned to hear Mira's explanation, his heart aches to see the girl struggling alone.

He knows exactly the character of Mira who resembles his father, does not like to be troublesome and is indebted to people.

Sabran could not do much, only keeping his promise to his late best friend to marry his grandson to Mira.

Mira can see the look of concern from the look in Sabran's eyes, and she hates it.

That was the reason all this time did not like to trouble people when he was in trouble, he hated the look of those eyes.

"So, when's the plan for your wedding to take place?" Sabran asked

"This Friday'at cake" Now it's Adnan's turn to open the sound

Adnan's answer made Sabran choke on his own saliva.

"Quick that?"

Adnan just nodded, while Mira smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, if that's your decision. Grandpa will take care of all the preparations."

"Let Adnan just cake, Mira and I agreed not to throw a party."

Sabran shook his head loudly, rejecting the idea of the two people of different sexes in front of him.

"Let Grandpa. period!" Sabran insisted, "Oh, where do you think Mira is now living?"

"For a while Mira was staying at the AA kek hotel, the color of the house contract happened to have expired a few days ago."

"Why not stay here for a while? Below is an empty room, you can stay there. After all, your marriage is only 3 days." Sabran offered

"No cake, no gap. Thanks for the offer cake. Mira pamit."

Sabran asked Adnan to drive Mira home, but he refused on the grounds that there was still business.

In the cab Mira's face is tangled, she starts to rethink, is this decision the right decision to take?

He closed his eyes for a moment and confirmed that this was the best decision.

***

The sky was cloudy this morning, the horizon looked blackened and the sun was hiding timidly as if it was going to rain.

Inside the famous boutique, Mira is trying on a wedding dress.

This morning her hotel room bell kept ringing, it turns out that Sabran's man came to pick her up for a shirt fitting. He's got to be stranded here now

After grappling with a pile of wedding clothes, Mira was again dragged to the salon and spa for treatment, her face brightened a little after that but her acne still seemed to fill her face.

Last time he was taken to the wedding hall. The servants of the Wijaya family lowered their heads when he arrived.

"Young Miss, Big Master wants Miss to choose the decoration theme that Miss wants." One of the young servants approached him

Mira feels strange to be called so, eventually she just asks to be called Mira, but the waiter refuses

"Where may I dare Miss, you will be Young Master's future wife."

Mira just resigned and said any decoration is good according to her.

The waiter nodded and passed, Mira went out and asked to be escorted back to the hotel.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, he just missed the mattress for now.