Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 191: ENDING

The cry echoed, but only Hazel heard it. The iron door was soundproof. Waiting in grief, befriending wounds. After an hour has passed. Finally the square object in front of him lit up. Seen the sea view is so beautiful spoil the eyes.

"Have fun, Hazel Laurent. The final reward for your betrayal. Enjoyable, baby."

That voice was Alkan's voice. Hazel's body trembled, as she looked at the entire preparation that was so luxurious it was even so luxurious. Sprinkles of pink roses along the way to the guarantee spot. Rows of chairs covered in white cloth decorated with orchid flowers.

The chandeliers are ball-shaped with stars that hold a bright red flower. Really the whole decoration reminded him of the sparkling world. I never thought, if the Son's family would be that loyal.

Why isn't he in that place? Why another woman. The live show was prepared for him. He would enjoy the whole event along with the wound with a twinkle in the eye of beauty. Alkan deliberately set up a live stream, the man wanted to show another world called love.

The invited guests began to sit on the seats that had been provided. They wait for the time, until the sacred promise begins. Not only business friends, even some doctor friends who are clients and also Samuel's work partner came to enjoy the event.

The MCs began reading out the demands of today's series of events, which began by reading the basmalah. Then welcome the guests who participated enliven the event of the Holy Promise. Then instruct the music player to welcome the arrival of the groom.

The wait for everyone ended. Along with the sound of musical accompaniment that accompanies the arrival of the two grooms simultaneously. On the right side there is Bryant, and on the left side there is Samuel, while in the middle there is Papa Angkasa who accompanied his two sons.

The two men walked over with shady gazes, but exuded an uproar from the look in the eyes. The nervousness seems so clear. This is the day they are waiting for. A day that will unite their love.

"You two can calm down? It's a wedding day, not a death day. Why is it so tense?" Papa Angkasa admonished his two sons to stay in a relaxed state, but it did not make it better, it only added to anxiety.

It feels so different. Not like when she married Hazel. Nervous, anxious, agitated feelings mixed into one, but he wanted to immediately justify Ara as his wife. Is this called a soul mate?

In tune with Bryant's emotional feelings. Samuel felt the same way. He felt his whole life would be complete with the presence of Ocy. Whatever has happened, it is meaningless. Now the goal in his life is just to make the woman he loves happy.

The invited guests cheered, welcoming the two brides who were walking towards the direction of the guarantee. They give the best smile to appreciate the form of happiness. Step by step further eroding the distance until the two brides stop in front of the guarantee.

Papa Angkasa pulled the two seats together, guiding his two sons to sit down. "Please, begin, Mr. Penghulu."

"Before that, who will say kabul first?" asked Mr. Penghulu, making the two grooms look at each other.

Sam blinked his eyes, allowing Bryant to justify Ara. As an older brother, he wanted to see his sister happy with a partner who could protect and love whole and sincere. Eye code understood by Mr. Penghulu.

O Allah. What other trials are these? Why did my best friend start a madness beyond reason. Why hurt yourself so far. I'm sorry, Darren. Whatever happens, I will not let go of Ara.~ Inner Bryant tried to stay calm, though his heart felt more guilty.

No one understood the complicated situation between Bryant and Darren. Except Sam who sighed trying to neutralize the rebelling heartbeats. Heart scot on the wedding day. What better gift than that?

Darren moved from his seat. The man's exact steps reflected his incredible stubbornness. He proved that love is letting go for happiness. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two men facing each other. Mr. Penghulu started the prayer before the kabul ijab.

His hands stretched out with a gaze so deep, "I marry and mate. Brother Bryant Angkasa Putra with sister Ayesha Ramadhani bint ....,"

The resounding resounding resounding resounding resounding voice melted the rustling heart. The voice that has always spoken love. Today, end his love with the sacred vow he uttered. Every word that greeted acceptance, made the palace in his heart crumble without a remnant.

Unknowingly. A drop of salt soaked both cheeks, until the boisterous sound of the word "Sah* regained his consciousness. "I leave my love for Ayra, for you. As long as this body is alive. Then I will not leave Ayra. Be happy. I'm always with you."

There are no words left. All is fair in war and love. A heart-wrenching kabul, drowning guilt, uniting the bonds of the heart. Complete already. The event continued with a kabul ijab conducted by Samuel, with the groom's guardian replaced by Papa Bima.

All were solemn without pause. Prayer which becomes the end of the sacred promise, presents the accompaniment of the bride. All eyes were fascinated. The two brides of the angel descend from heaven. Beautiful drugging, screams of the adam who thrashed.

The vegetables sounded a whisper of admiration. The two brides were walking towards the temple. Darren stood in front of the guarantee, extending his hand. Ara accepted happily, as did Ocy. Like a deal between friends.

He is the one who has the right to deliver the bride to meet their halal partner. The man continued to smile, making Denis who was sitting in the guest chair start to not calm down. How could her brother be that calm? However, the whole eye did not feel any strange.

As a sister. Of course he knew, his brother's love was so great. I don't want my brother's heart to be broken. Denis left his seat, then walked over to Darren. Where the man was, suddenly covered leaving the event secretly.

The footsteps that stumbled left a trail above the sand grains. A staggered body is not drunk, but a broken heart. A painful sight for him. "Yes!"

Darren looked back at his sister who was walking towards him. The young man was clearly worried about his condition. "Why here, De?"

Denis did not answer. The body of the man in front of him. A close hug between men that might change a line of wounds for the better. It will never be imagined. When love claps one hand. However, her brother is great.

In the storm of love. Common sense and conscience work. "I'm here with you, Ka. Don't forget that." Denis let go of her embrace, then patted her brother on the shoulder.