Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

58. A fight?

At around 7 a.m., Mr. Fawas's family was hardly prepared - ready to go where the wedding would take place. Gibran looks very handsome. He and Humaira chose the Malaysian concept for the clothes they wore. Gibran said that if he did not want to make a festive party, the wedding will only take place after that and then the event of thanksgiving, alms and various foods with orphans. Not without inviting people, but there will be no entertainment.

"Related, Son. It'll be too late, don't forget to check your appearance again."

Ummi Amelia reminded, he himself had come out of the house, seeing people who brought things to be handed over to the bride.

"Gibran is ready, Mother."

The man smiled. He came out of the house with a bold. The man got into the car, followed by his mother and father. They remained silent for quite a while. The thought drifted, imagining how Habibie would react upon his return, he asked Ummi and Abi to postpone the marriage contract, but how, Gibran did not want to do that, who needed to be Gibran, who needed to be, especially after meeting Humaira, they knew the reason why Gibran wanted to marry the woman.

Gibran's good intentions to help Habibie and Kiara's marriage and to care for Humaira cannot be underestimated. It's best for Habibie they should marry Humaira and Gibran as soon as possible.

"Gibran deg-degan, Abi."

Abi Fawas smiled, clasped Gibran's hand and said, "It's only natural to be nervous, Abi used to be that way, even to repeat the 3-time contract."

"Is she?" Gibran was surprised, Abinya is a great person, the public spiking is good, especially the knowledge is also very broad, but the yes period when ijab kabul to be repeated.

"Abi earnestly. Ask your Ummi. Yes, no Mi?"

The woman beside Gibran nodded. Not only did he repeat three times, but the man's knee was tremored, Fawas even had to go back and forth to the restroom. If you go back to those times, you just want to laugh.

"You have to remember one thing, nervousness will destroy everything. You have to relax so you don't end up like your Abi."

"Ready, Ummi."

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It's been almost nine hours on the road, starting with the preparations and now they're in the car, Kiara and Habibie are in anxious hope, the problem is, Kiara does not know about the woman who will marry Gibran, the man is also quite close to her, but does not tell her that she will give up her single.

"Mas!" Kiara called her husband. No answer, Habibie silenced while staring at the glass window on the car. Kiara smiled, thinking that maybe her husband was just tired, so she decided not to talk.

At around 9 a.m., Habibie and Kiara's car arrived in front of Gibran and Humaira's wedding hall. They clearly saw dozens of flower arrangements congratulating business relations and also from Gibran's friends.

"Mas Abie!"

Again Kiara called, but instead of answering, Habibie walked first. He was so quick to enter. The second time Kiara tried to be patient, probably because Habibie wanted to see her sister's wedding, she was in such a hurry. The man forgot that Kiara was still a jet leg, the woman almost fell if not holding on to the car. Breathing in, exhaling slowly, the woman only stepped in after believing she could stand up straight.

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Habibie. The man's steps slowed down as his eyes looked at the woman who resembled Aisyah standing beside Gibran, the woman looked extremely beautiful. The sparkle in his eyes also showed that he was very happy with his marriage and Gibran.

"Ehhh!"

Humaira turned her head as soon as Gibran pulled her waist while they were returning congratulations from the invited guests.

The man did not feel guilty at all, Gibran smiled as soon as he saw Habibie walking closer to him.

"Gibrans!"

"There's something we need to talk about, you better come with me for a second!"

At the other end, Ummi Amelia and Abi Fawas looked very nervous. They were afraid that Habibie and Gibran would fight over a problem involving women.

"Are they gonna be okay, Abi?"

Abi Fawas holds his wife's hand firmly. I don't know, he was confused too, but Abi Fawas hoped that Habibie would not be childish.

The woman on the doorstep of the hall was sculpting like her previous husband. He looked straight ahead, looking at Humaira, the figure of the bride who was standing in front of the pelaminan without the figure of Gibran. At first Kiara thought she was in the wrong room, but afterwards Kiara closed her open mouth. There was Ummi and Abinya. That means, the beautiful woman up ahead is her brother-in-law?

"Subhanallah .. why it is so similar to Ms. Asiyah. And where did those people go?"

What Kiara asked was the figure of her husband. Kiara stepped closer and closer, standing in front of Humaira without caring about the people who passed by and there was even a chance to nudge his shoulders.

"Mak Aisha!"

The words that came out of Kiara's mouth made the smile on Humaira's lips fade away just like that. For the umpteenth time Humaira heard others calling her by that name.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I'm Humaira."

Kiara shook her head. No way, there's no way this is Humaira, obviously that woman is Asiyah. Kiara is convinced she is her husband's first wife.

"Astagfirullah Abi! How'this?" Ummi Amelia was again frightened. How could she not be afraid that Kiara was faced with a woman she might not like.

** ** **

The two men arrived at a quiet place. The first seconds were still ordinary, everything was safe without constraints. However, moments later, Habibie pulled Gibran's shoulder so that his sister could look at him.

"What do you mean you married Humaira Gibran? You don't love her, do you? Why did you marry her? Is it because he looks like Almarhumah?"

Gibran flashed a cynical smile. "If so, why?"

Bughhhh!

A single blow landed on Gibran's cheek. The man instead of angry even smiled, he rubbed the corner of his slightly bloody lips. Not yet had he stood up straight, Habibie had returned to pull the collar of the shirt he was wearing and intended to teach his face again.

"What's? Wanna hit? Hit Brother! Hit me right now!"

Gibran lost his temper. What's wrong if she marries Humaira.

"Wouldn't you marry him, too? With that woman? Because Humaira is similar to Almarhumah? What about Kiara? Would you like to make Kiara cry again huh?"

Habibie's jaw was tight. The man incubated while releasing his clasped hands on Gibran's shirt.

"Why should Humaira Gibran? Why not find another woman, huh? Why?"