Satuku Hand Husband

A Shadow

Vina and Karen ran along the hallway. The half-open room door made Dea's crying sound faint.

Unfortunately they decided to stop their steps to the front door only. They heard the faint sound of Mandala calming Dea. Vina and Karen obviously don't want to intrude on privacy. The two of them could only wait while eavesdropping.

Mandala thoughtlessly memapah Dea back sitting on the edge of the bed.

Dea was still as excited as Mandala picked up the tissue to wipe her tears.

"Did I ruin my make up? Did I make my own face mess up?" dea asked as her crying stopped.

Oh, Dea also realized that actually from yesterday he was very crybaby and crying a lot. If this is a romance drama story, the audience will definitely consider him an annoying character because he cried a little.

But how to. It's reality. In fact, people who always pretend to look strong usually have the instinct to cry in front of people who can make it comfortable. And since yesterday, Dea felt comfortable crying in front of Mandala.

Dea knew that Mandala would never judge her story and all the misgivings of her life.

"Make up you're fine. You are still perfectly beautiful. A few tears will surely be expected by people if you cry because you are moved by this marriage. Yes, although it does not rule out the possibility they can also think you are crying because you have to hold this marriage," said Mandala who tried to be funny.

Amadea looked at the smiling Mandala towards her. Now he felt that his unworthy mood had always troubled Mandala. He's not feeling well.

"Why you?" asked Mandala with a gentle demeanor.

Dea shook her head slowly. "No papa. Just because Mas asked about my late father's gift shoes, I just had to. I'd be happy if he were still in this world. He wanted to see me marry the right guy. Excuse me. Can we go on? Vina and Karen must be waiting for us anxiously."

Mandala stood up again and once again reached out to hold Amadea's hand. Amadea greeted the speech without hesitation and pretended that nothing had happened when at the door she saw Vina and Karen looking at her anxiously.

"I'm just a little nervous. Sorry," he whispered towards Vina who was closing her body to him.

Vina wanted to be in disbelief because Dea's tears were so clear when viewed up close. But he didn't want to interrogate his friend at such an inopportune time. The wedding team has given instructions, if soon the door will be opened. The bride aka Amadea accompanied by Karen and Vina in the back will walk towards Mandala who is standing waiting to take the wedding vows.

"Okay, ready." Karen touched Amadea's shoulder slowly.

Amadea nodded and raised her face with a smile of joy. Especially when in front there he saw Mandala who was always his mother despised because the other hand that was flawed was waiting for him with a smile no less wide.

Those insignificant attendants looked amazed. The real Amadea and Mandala became the main stars of the day. They're the King and Queen today. Both are so stunning. The handsome one pus dashing. The one beautiful dazzlingly gave off an aura of sincerity.

Mandala is right. The beauty and perfection of Amadea today will make people forget that the groom is flawed. They will only focus on the beautiful things.

Amadea glanced at the audience who stared in admiration at her. He knew the camera was after him.

"I deserve to be happy. Although this marriage is fake, but I do not want to ruin this moment with the terror of Meirika. If she's pregnant with a real Mas Mandala child, that's a business later. That's his business with Mas Mandala. I get paid for this. My only job is to be a fake wife and not fall in real love with Mas Mandala." That was what Dea thought as her hands nimbly signed the marriage documents.

After that he saw Mandala glance at him when it was his turn for the signature. Dea knew Mandala would have little trouble using her right hand to hold a pen. He wanted to help but was afraid to offend Mandala. They stood in the middle of the room and became the center of everyone's attention.

Mandala looks a little shaky but Mandala is not the name if you can not overcome the nervousness. In one breath, his slightly stiff hand began to dance on the paper.

Validly!

Finish this process. All guests applauded. Romantic songs are played. As usual the bride will start the dance after the first kiss. Formality is, but Dea's chest is pounding.

And at that moment Amadea began to close her eyes as Mandala's face approached her.

Just two seconds and the face retreated. All guests applauded. Amadea spontaneously licked her own lips and sat down throughout the dance. Don't ask if his heart is safe? Obviously not. His heart seemed to be about to fall out when Mandala's lips touched his lips.

Two seconds that cannot be described as what it feels like.

As the sound of music accompanies their dance, Mandala is seen whispering to Dea to smile as many cameras point at them. Amadea who had been out of her heart so felt like being slapped by facts.

"Dea, Mandala told you to smile at the camera and invited guests so that your friendly acting looks more real. Okay, don't baper aka bring feelings. You're legal husband and wife but on paper." Amadea really tried to smile widely as if she was very happy with this marriage.

As the music progresses and several other couples still dance romantically, a shadow appears captured by Mandala's sharp eyes.

"Meirica? How could he come here?" whispered Mandala in the heart.

Although suddenly worried, Mandala remained focused on capturing the body that danced timidly in front of him. His feet moved to the rhythm, although now his eyes are looking for a shadow Meirika earlier.

How did Meirika get here? This place is being watched closely. How could Meirika sneak in?

Instantly, the look on Mandala's face that had been beaming in Dea's arms turned moody. He was upset and anxious in case Meirika came to mess up.

What exactly was the purpose of Meirika coming to this wedding?

CONNECT ...

NB: The wedding procession and others are purely fabrications without representing a particular religion. All sheer fiction.