So Introduction

Before Legitimate

*Nofri POV*

I was so upset with the way my dad woke me up.

Instead of gently waking me up, it pulled me to my feet and punched me in the face. My left lip was bleeding and my jaw was hurting

I who still have not woken up was immediately shocked because of papa's actions.

Though he forced me to accept an arranged marriage with the son of one of our family-owned building shop customers.

My parents' efforts.

Actually I refuse to get married anytime soon. Besides not being ready to get married, I am still fairly young for a man.

Twenty-five years.

Workers have also just started.

My dad has a building store that can be said to be big in this city. I graduated in civil engineering opened a business not far from building materials.

Open additional business in the field of home and building planning. Also designing. Although not a graduate architect, but I can also do the job.

Every customer who shops is also given the opportunity to consult about building design.

Not even a few of the customers provide projects to design until building all of them.

The marriage agreed by both our parents I freely accepted. There is no rejection.

At first I refused, the matchmaking, because I also have someone who can be said close friends even though they have not been dating. Because I haven't expressed my feelings for her.

But, when I want to make sure of our relationship. To refuse marriage from parents.

I even saw my dream woman making out with a man. Which I'm sure isn't her lover.

Because I remember she didn't have a boyfriend. My friend also said he liked me. Waiting for me to tell you how I feel.

So I accepted the match, after we were met at a dinner.

Not for escape because of disappointment. But maybe this is the soul mate that God gives through parents.

Yulia. Energetic women who like to hang out and myrah smile.

It was the way he talked to my parents. As well as being more silent to me, she was very chatty to a woman I just met.

Apparently, on the day of the wedding that was planned. The catastrophe is coming.

It turns out that the wife-to-be I was my last mate. She's pregnant with someone else's child.

Even my parents sadistically accused me of impregnating people's girls.

"I'm not that bad. Even though I was forced to marry her. I wasn't necessarily able to pounce on him on the first night.

I have no sense of reward yet. It takes time to adjust". I said that morning when my papa punched me in the face.

"So she's pregnant with whose child, if not you. As her future husband". Papa.

I just shrugged my shoulders, passing by to the bathroom.

Six o'clock in the morning was awakened in an extreme way. In boxing.

I just went to bed after the dawn prayer. Because last night my room was in makeup for the bridal room.

Beyond my thinking, it turns out I was asked to marry a papa store employee. Khaira.

The reason you asked me to marry Khaira is because we know khaira who has been a papa store employee for two years.

And also khaira a diligent and smiling child. He and I often have different opinions.

Khaira is small and thin.

"You like a plump one like Yulia who turns out to be pregnant?". Papa.

"Not pah. Khaira is papa's employee. Small-bodied. What people say if I marry a boy.

Shame pah". My Word.

"Notice this wedding. We have nothing to lose, even if I don't get married". Add me.

"No loss?". Ask mama.

"Indeed we have nothing to lose in getting a daughter-in-law who is pregnant with someone else's child.

But do you think that by not getting married, the guests and relatives who have come can you just tell them to go home.

Will our family not be ashamed.

"But not by marrying her pa". Reject me.

"We know very well who khaira is. We also know his home and family.

What else are you thinking". Added papa.

"Pity me and Khaira pa if we get married. We don't understand each other. Marriage isn't for fooling around". I tried to resist.

"Love will grow by itself. If you live together, you will understand each other". Cut mom.

"Run this marriage well and sincerely. We as parents pray for you". Added papa.

"At this time you pick up khaira's parents, and exactly ten hours of the marriage contract is carried out". Papa.

He sat down on the chair. Narrowing head.

"Pa....".

"Follow our wishes, son. Only you and Khaira can save our faces today.

Papa's tired". His word.

"Mama also believes you can be happy with Khaira. She's a good woman.

Put on your suit". Mom's orders.

I lazily put on a matching suit with the clothes I bought for my marriage to Yulia.

When I'm done getting dressed. Enter Khaira, the woman who will be my wife. Sudden.

Even though I know him, but I don't really have any feelings or dreams of marrying him.

There was also rejection from khaira, but it did not change the decision of my parents.

Until the legitimate words of the witnesses echoed inside the mosque where we agreed.

I became a husband to Khaira, a woman far from my wish to be my companion.

The nofri pov end..

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