She's My Husband Not My Foster Father

Chapters. 47

"Please don't ever compare me to other men, especially your fucking ex-husband and the lucknut, stop to remember, but I promise I will erase your bitter memories with him if necessary any of those memories you've ever shared, I am a man who is obligatory and you must remember and love until I am the only one who is always in your eyes and your heart is nobody, but only the Dawn of Arthur Prayoga alone," explained Fajar with seriousness and earnestness of his heart.

The delayed journey was resumed by Dawn and Arifah to the place planned by Dawn to give a surprise to Arifah before becoming the husband of his wife tomorrow.

"Oh Allah, may my choice to accept Mas Dawn's proposal be true and correct, I only fear that the shadow of the past will again disturb the peace of my life later, he said, to be honest, my heart still hesitates and hesitates to open my heart again and start a new chapter with another man, even though they are different, but this trauma still torments me so much that I'm too afraid to step up," bathin Arifah while continuing to look out the window of the car he was wearing which was doused in rain water that afternoon.

Dawn took a quick glance at the mostly silent direction, "I know you are still hesitant and hesitant to accept my proposal but, I promise I will make you fall in love with me to the pain, I know you are still in love with me, your disappointment and sorrow will be lost and lost as time passes" his inner Dawn.

Dawn had parked her car right in front of the boutique entrance. While Arifah fell asleep while leaning on the headboard seat of his car seat.

"You are beautiful in this state, want to sleep, angry or sad you are more beautiful, never a little bit of your beauty faded even more beautiful," he murmured Dawn.

Dawn walked first towards the inside of the boutique without turning off the car engine because Arifah was sleeping soundly and Dawn did not want to disturb the comfort of his sleep.

Dawn met the owner of his subscription boutique while in London UK. The owner of the boutique is a person from the middle east who already knows Dawn.

"Welcome Mr. Fajar Arthur Prayoga" said the boutique keeper, who knew Dawn well as his customers with a friendly smile.

"Thank you Mrs. Ashley Cole," replied Dawn who smiled faintly.

After talking about the wedding dress that will be worn by the Arifah tomorrow morning and also the clothes that will be worn when the ijab kabul and suave as well as a small thanksgiving that will be held by Fajar.

Even Fajar secretly invited his best friend and former brother-in-law from his first marriage Arifah to his assistant Arifah household in Jakarta. They were all on their way to London from Jakarta airport Soekarno Hatta.

All the duties and responsibilities were left to the married couple namely Fatir Muhammad Iqbal with his wife who was none other than his former brother-in-law who was none other than Arifah's good friend Alifa Arsana Khaerani Khaerul sister fauzi As'ad Anwar.

The direction awoke from his sleep when the car door was opened wide again because of the Dawn. The direction of the two eyes and adjust the light that enters the retina of the eye.

"Where is our Dawn now?" He asked who occasionally rubbed his eyes like a child who had just awoken from his long sleep while wailing to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

"We are now in front of the boutique, you have to try the wedding clothes that you will wear tomorrow" Fajar added, swinging his hand towards the front of Arifah.

"Butik! But this expensive boutique loh Mas, can we afford to pay for all these clothes?" Ask Arifah who still does not know about personality until the origin of Dawn so far which is calculated by Arifah is only an ordinary office employee.

"Insha Allah with my salary is still able to pay all the wedding dress bills that you will take," he said Fajar.

Arifah still hesitated with the words of Dawn, but confidently he grabbed his hand Dawn the future husband left one day they would get married. Dawn and Direction walked towards the inside of the boutique and was quite impressed with several models of wedding dress pieces displayed inside the mannequin.

A woman wearing a modern style hijab walked towards the arrival of the two with a friendly smile. Madam Maryam immediately cipika cipiki and hugged the body of Arifa tightly and full of tenderness.

"His future wife, Mr. Fajar, is beautiful" praised Madam Maryam as she covered her nose.

"Thanks Madam, just exaggerate, because I think every woman is beautiful there is nothing ugly in my eyes" Arifah said in English.

Madam embraces her shoulder like a friend, "What the Madam said, then let's go in to see if the dress is suitable or needs to be changed again,"

"Okey" replied Azizah Oktarani Zainul.

Directions immediately entered the dressing room to match the clothes, assisted by several employees of the boutique.

"There's a lot of help for him" Arifah said after successfully wearing his clothes that fit very well and fit on his body with the color of his skin.

"Woooo You are very beautiful Miss, surely her future husband will be fascinated to see your appearance is really beautiful," said the employee who wears a hijab also like Arifah.

The direction swirled in front of the glass that was really high and exceeded his body size. She repeatedly looked at her reflection and in the mirror that really her beauty radiated even though she had not worn the slightest makeup from the makeup artist.

"Masya Allah.. subhanallah.You are very naturally beautiful and the dress is very fitting and suitable to cover your body high and sexy," all boutique employees who help Arifah to try his clothes.

Arifah smiled happily because of the many compliments he got from the people surrounding him. Admiration not only from men who saw her beauty, but all those who accidentally in the boutique Az-Zahra without exception.

Dawn that stands not far from the place of Arifah just smiles proudly to get a beautiful wife candidate inside out.

"You are beautiful, baby, without wearing a wedding dress that you are trying to be very beautiful." The great-grandson of Dawn is the same as that of the Arifa.

The direction goes outwards and plans to show Fajr in accordance with the advice and input of the boutique employee. Dawn did not blink at all at the sight of the Direction standing before its eyes.

"God is so beautiful Your creation, O Allah." the great-grandson of Dawn who unwittingly led him towards the Ariphate who smiled shyly at the reaction of the future priest in his life.

Madam Maryam and the others secretly noticed the interaction of the two brides, they smiled happily at the familiarity of the two who both admired each other.

"Mas Dawn is like a prince from a fairyland only," said Arifah who without realizing it praised the good looks of an adult man who was adrift eleven years with him.