Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 116 Bridal Shirt Fittings

The man flipped over, staring at the arrival of the woman with a dumbfounded look. The girl who usually appears as she is now looks amazing. He knew, the natural beautiful face was only given a light polish so as not to pale, but for Alan the change could not be described with words. The existence of Yashna again thrilling his heart.

Erick, who knew about it, immediately approached, patting Alan on the shoulder to revive his brother-in-law. He did not want what was neatly arranged to be a mess because the man could not control the look of his admiration for the figure of Yashna. Alan lowered his head, nodded in understanding and began to approach Julia and sit down with her. A push from his soul to immediately cling the woman tightly into a firm bond felt dusty. Right, no more mistakes. He likes whatever is in Yashna. Good or bad.

"Your dress is beautiful, Julia. Very pretty," she told her older sister with a grim face and forced smile.

Yashna who had now walked over and stood in front of the two of them could only stare awkwardly. She did not know what she could do to show that the dress was very comfortable and beautiful for her. His heart was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense that was hard to understand. The word if it often appeared in his mind. Would the dress be her mickey if she didn't insist on leaving Alan?

"Yeah, it's perfect for Yashna," said Julia, looking scowled. It was certain that the expression and response were something Yashna did not want.

"It'd be nice if Julia's sister wore it. Believe it." Yashna hastily dismissed the notion of a fit that could have been an expression of disappointment because he is currently trying it.

"I'll just choose it for you!" Julia turned her gaze to her bridal fashion designer listlessly. "I decided to make Yasha my next door to the altar later, can you make me a new dress?"

"Of course, Julia. Of course it's easy for me" replied Bella, her best friend, winking one eye.

Yashna gulped her saliva with difficulty. How could Alan possibly marry such a fussy woman. Retreating he looked at Alan who seemed to be joking with Erick who was ready with his choice of suit. A handsome man with a chin that began to grow a thin sideburn adds to the impression of charming every young man when laughing. Yashna chose to bow with a raging feeling. He did not move from his place before finally one of the boutique employees asked him to stand side by side with Alan to blend the colors of the clothes they wear.

"Please, Brother."

"But—doesn't Julia no longer wear this dress, huh?" yashna asked looking puzzled as her hand was pulled closer to Alan.

"I'll see you one more time, Yashna." Julia looked carefully as if she was assessing how Yashna's body fit into the dress.

Alan did not comment, silent with the mind said thousands of sentences of praise until it felt impatient to embrace the body to the altar by tying it so that it was not easy to talk about separation.

Yashna scratched her cheek awkwardly as the man's beautiful eyes did not escape from her. Alan quickly grabbed the fingers until Yashna gasped and froze afterwards. Their eyes clashed for a split second until Alan finally smiled at him.

"You're going to ruin the makeup you're currently wearing. It's gonna be really hard to clean your face later, isn't it?" alan said while releasing the hand then again in an attitude as if indifferent when the touch was equally giving an electric shock effect that had never been suspected so far. A sense that has long faded from selfishness because they felt that they only needed to be loved and did not want to sacrifice to unite the purpose of loving each other's shortcomings. Effects that bring on irrational taste sensations. They want each other.

"Thank you for reminding me" said Yashna, looking down embarrassed at her thoughts.

"Sad step, we can talk without high nerves at a time like this. Isn't that ironic?" alan's comment in a cynical tone.

"It's you alone who decided, not my fault," Yashna replied insinuating that Alan was again blaming himself.

Their conversation paused as the fashion stylist came closer and began to do his work. Alan and Yashna could only comply without protest, doing what they asked for because such as deliberately making the two have to appear friendly with several times photographed to be sent as revision. Yashna felt strange about the procedure, but said nothing because she was very relaxed.

"You are very compatible" whispered the dresser woman with drooling eyes. Yashna could only snort inwardly as she felt she agreed with that assessment. Alan no longer looked like a boy. Suddenly he was upset with his own head.

"His wife-to-be is there!" sahut Yashna cold. Alan who heard Yashna's words only gave a light laugh with the fashion stylist.

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An hour was exhausting for Yashna. Julia's request to return home is ushered Erick brings a fresh breeze for Yashna. The woman had finished changing clothes. With a gloomy face, he parted and walked out of the boutique with a broken heart.

"Since when was Alan planning a surprise wedding but this kind of concept?" his mind is fretting.

"I have no one else" he murmured along the way. "Even my father has not loved me since I was born. I'm the fruit of the mistake."

The woman's tears flowed profusely, as she walked faster she rubbed her face with her sleeves. It feels like he can no longer withstand the burden of being marginalized, being a figurehead in his own world.

"My mother gave me no love other than just because I am the fruit of a trap that brings no profit, oh shiit! I think I need—" Yashna stopped the steps, crouching on the sidewalk with her head bowed deep. Her crying can no longer be controlled.

"You need a tissue?" The sound of people hating him sounded annoying. Yashna was fixated, not raising her head because she clearly knew who the voice belonged to.

"If you say no, I will."

"What do you mean?" Yashna looked up slowly, as if the man had reached out to her.

"Say you don't want to be Julia's bridesmaid. What else is it? Do you think I'm gonna cancel this important event?" he mocked with low laughter.

Yashna brushed aside the hand and got up. He did not respond to the taunts and chose to walk away, leaving little Alan running after him.

"I was told Julia would take you home! Uh, wait!" Alan grabs Yashna's arm to walk slower.

"No need!"

"But I need to drive you and make sure you're safe at home." Will still insist.

"I said no need!"

"But I need to!" Alan was still trying to catch Yashna who brushed off his hand. He would not let this moment evaporate so easily. There must be certainty until the step will not be wrong. It took him courage again to see how his feelings were also painful at the beginning of their birth to the world again disturbed in the words of Yashna's pain.

"For what? Hem's? You must have been on purpose, right? Makes me like this stupid!"

Alan was silent, unable to answer what Yashna had accused him of. Yes, he deliberately lied to the woman and he did not know how to return what he should not have done. Seeing her woman crying.

"I'll be Julia's companion and see you get married, satisfied!"

Yashna stared intently at Alan with the rest of her strength. Both breaths were stinged, holding back the same feeling of tightness.

"That's better, and I hope you keep your promise. Don't run away or don't come during the wedding procession because it really sets my life ahead" Alan's message turned around, leaving Yashna frozen in place. "You should really come up with a dress that Julia chose. If you don't come, I'll think of you as a coward. Even to death I don't remember you." Alan said the sentence aloud even without turning his head. He knew Yashna heard it clearly.

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'When it came to the courage to put up all the possessions I had for a bet, I have now done it for you. Take me running, I want to spend time and look at the world with you. Not only in this life, but in the future when old age blurred eyes can not look at each other clearly. However, I make sure our hearts and hands will still be linked to each other until the lips are no longer able to menasbihkan words of love and affection.'

(Kalandra's Love Graduation)

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