Past For Future's

Akad (TAMAT)

Pov Oliv

I looked at my face in the mirror. Like a mountain heap, it was clearly visible in my eyes. I glanced out. Look, the blue sky with white clouds like cotton looks beautiful. A group of seagulls were moaning in the distance. A dazzling sight, inversely proportional to the cloudiness that continued to envelop the look on my face.

I looked back at my face. The brushes gently painted my face beautifully. But only my face is beautiful. Not with my current mood that is still not ready to accept God's destiny. But even so, I have to be strong. I have to accept all this. Married Adam's son whom I didn't want in my life at all.

I glanced from the mirror. The woman Marcel once loved smiled at me as she rubbed her protruding belly. That woman, I know she understands my current feelings, is caught up in a great upheaval.

I sighed before returning that smile. Yes, I must look strong so that everyone I love will read my happiness. I closed my eyes when a fairy put on eyeshadow and I don't know what. I no longer cry as everyone is busy preparing for this day. I was quite satisfied I cried last night. Wailing fate. Starting to prepare yourself starts the days of great heartbreak. Not only was it heartbroken because of my lover, but also to my parents, to my brother. Everyone insisted on marrying me without giving me a chance to explain.

"Well, Miss is a beautiful princess. I just found a perfect woman." The fairy gave a compliment. I just smiled in response. It's just a tactic. Maybe all the fairies will say that to all his clients.

The perias led me to sit on the edge of the bed, right next to Kak Bulan. Brother Moon greeted me with enthusiasm.

"Geez, that's so pretty. Everyone must be pangling with you, Liv. If only Brother Dandan had been like this." Kak Bulan wrapped my face in admiration. Sure enough, when he married Sister Dirga was not berias at all, even just held in the hospital.

"Okay, now we set." Brother Moon punched the remote turned on the television on my left. I slightly shifted my body to face the screen. It turned out, Oh my God, my body began to tremble violently.

"Be someone's wife soon" whispered Brother Moon. Yes, the screen shows my future husband who has been sitting in a chair in front of Papa and Kak Dirga and some witnesses. I still shake while biting my lower lip. And I finally moved.

"Where are you going, Liv?" ask Kak Bulan.

"You go to the balcony. It's a bit sultry here," I replied.

I put my foot on the balcony of my room. Looking at the clear sky with a gloomy look. Ruptured. Never mind, I still want to cry even if it's only for a moment. I am not a good actress. It's not easy, it hurts. I saw Marcel's face as a guest. His face looked as usual, only he stared blankly at the kabul table that would soon be implemented.

"Liv, this is destiny. In addition to accepting it, you must also be sincere. You can definitely start it. Sooner or later you'll love your husband." Brother Moon hugged me from the side which made me sob even more. Faded? whatever, I don't think about my makeup. I'm sure the fairies aren't careless, they have quality.

"Liv, Ijab kabul already want to start. Ayooo." Brother Moon pulled my hand, but I remained silent not to step. I just turned my head, looking from outside the screen that showed two men who were shaking hands to perform a sacred wedding inauguration. Again, I sniffled back.

"O Allah, if indeed he is the man whom You have sent for the servant, then the servant is sincere. The servant will try to accept the Destiny that You have written for me. But please forgive the servant who has not been able to forget the man who is not the husband of the servant. You know everything that is in the heart of the servant. Strengthen the servant, O God."

Brother Moon patiently led me, the fairies who somehow they were able to return to the room, immediately improved my appearance. I don't fix anything, I don't care.

The door to the room opened. Decorations from inside the room to look down like they have been prepared nicely. Some Bridesmaids who were none other than my friends were able to greet me cheerfully.

Like a queen walking on a carpet, I was led as if I was afraid of myself being scuffed.

Step by step I climbed the stairs to get down. The invited guests appeared to applaud, cheering cheerfully for my arrival. I just ducked. I didn't want to look at anyone, including the man sitting on the guest bench who was looking at me with sadness. I won't look up at him. Painful.

I was a little surprised when a man's hand stuck out toward me. Asking me to hold her hand. I looked at the man. Apparently my Papa. I didn't grab his hand, I immediately rushed into Papa's arms while crying softly on his shoulder. Everyone looked at the day at us. Maybe they thought that the princess was sad because she had given up her maiden status and would leave her father later.

Papa let go of my embrace then smiled as he rubbed my face filled with clear crystals. Papa took me to sit next to the man who had rightfully become my faith. Before I sat down I turned my head, the painful sight was there. Marcel. Wh why? why come to this show just to see a woman get married? Why should I come to add to the wound?

"I'm your husband now. This wait has been a long time. Now I will always look after you, always be around you, and make sure you are happy. Because I was..." Echoes hang the sentence. I still flinch without a sound. "I was your childhood love, Genius."

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I hurriedly let go of our embrace. There was a boisterous sound of applause from the invited guests who thought we were hugging friendly. I still stared at my husband intensely. A genius? I sipped my saliva.

For a second I blinked, looking at Marcel. He smiled at me, speaking through the eyes of 'I am happy to see you happy'. I'm down. Grumpily. That's all I feel.

A new life is about to begin. God may have had big plans for my life, until He sent a hero to stand by me. I never thought that the man who had just assumed the status of my husband was the man who had been a shield for my family.

Today, I. Priscanala Olivia Queen Baskara. Stay standing on the roar of the waves. Swearing an oath to continue living. Submitting yourself to the Almighty. I have to come back alive, because there is a heart that has sacrificed. For the sake of happiness, for the sake of holding firm trust.

Love does not have to have each other. Love is not blind. The heart must sacrifice something in order to hold fast to the belief in the Almighty God.

(TAMAT)

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