The Arga Love Prison

Wedding Preparation

Throughout the journey Nisa just mute. He's resigned to all the plans of the man who took him now, whether to go where.

Different from Arga. He is very happy because he will soon marry the girl he wants. He looked at the little girl who was right next to him.

Ah, whether this is a feeling of love or obsession. Arga will soon have this girl completely and will never let her go again from her side.

The journey from the campus where Nisa studied to the Arga residence has arrived. The car was parked in such a spacious courtyard, the driver opened the door for his master and his future mistress, perhaps!

"Come on," said Arga.

Nisa who was in a state of daydreaming immediately realized, she blinked to find the foreign scenery around her.

The spacious courtyard and the magnificent three-story building confirmed that the men who now brought it were indeed not men. When the anxiety hit again, thinking about what his days with this stranger would be like after he officially became his wife?

"Do you want to stay here until night?" back Arga voice.

Nisa turned her head, looking at Arga outside who was ready with her left hand welcoming Nisa's helping hand. Slowly, Nisa welcomed the helping hand. Although reluctant, but there is never an option for the desire of an Arga.

They are now walking towards the magnificent building, the hands of the two are linked together not to be separated because Arga never intended to release it since getting off the car. Yes, even though it was very imposing will because in reality Nisa never intended to reply to Arga's hand link. He was only resigned to circumstances that might never be avoided.

"Ray, get everything ready. Also, please pick up my wife's mother and sister's touts," Arga orders the companion who accompanies her in the back.

"It's been arranged, Arimbi and Bimo are heading there" Ray replied.

Hearing that conversation, Nisa let out a rough breath, it turned out that they were really serious about doing what this man beside her wanted.

Be married? Is it true that he will marry this soon, with someone he does not know at all? Really his world suddenly deviated away from the groove he never imagined.

Destiny is like that, isn't it? What our plan is, what happens. If Nisa did not remember that, maybe now she will never be as calm as now.

"Grandmother" said Arga when she arrived at the family room. Seen an old woman who still looks beautiful is enjoying a cup of tea.

"Hey ... Grandmother's granddaughter finally came home too" said the grandmother.

"Here, Arga .. Are you with your future wife?" he continued to order Arga to get closer.

Arga approached, kissed his grandmother's right-left cheek and introduced the girl he was carrying.

"This is Nisa, the girl that Arga promised to introduce to Grandma. Pretty, right?"

"No doubt, you're exactly your father, good at finding a companion. Grandma liked this one" said the happy grandmother.

Nisa endured it without making a sound, just a forced smile.

Grandma took him to sit next to her, grabbed Nisa's hand and rubbed her, "You're so pretty, it's worth it that my granddaughter is excited to get married. When's the show, Arga?" Grandma looked at Arga but her hand she did not let go of Nisa.

"What way?"

"Mama, introduce, it's Nisa Arga's future wife" Arga said.

The woman walked slowly towards Nisa and the mother-in-law. His gaze never escaped scanning Nisa from end to end, occasionally seen he snorted as if underestimating.

"You're my son's future wife? What business does your family have? Which heir from the company?" tanyanya to the point when it was right in front of Nisa. His eyes flashed sharply, making Nisa duck and not dare to look at the woman.

"Ma ..," interrupted Arga before Nisa opened her mouth.

"Arga, are you sure you're ignoring a diamond for a grain of dust?" hardik the woman Arga calls Mama.

"It's Arga's life, Ma, there's no caste between these marriages. Arga wants it and Mama has to accept it like it or not." Arga avenged his mother did not want to lose.

"You're such a fool! Less what Tiara, Ga? You rejected her for this hick girl? How humiliating! Remember Arga, our family of honorable circles, marrying her would only be a disgrace.

You may be being tricked by this poor girl into draining all your property."

The deg!

Nisa felt an incredible pain when the insults from the parents of her future husband forced this. Tears were dripping but he immediately wiped them. No, she can't cry, isn't this good? If the mother of this man does not agree, the possibility of marriage will be void and he does not have to bother to refuse.

"Even if he asks for Arga's life, Arga will give it!" reply Arga firmly.

"That's it, already .. You guys are always giving me headaches. Rani, give up on my grandson's happiness. I want to see her get married so I can hold a great-grandchild soon. I see Nisa's a good girl," said the grandmother trying to mediate.

"Mom doesn't know his true behavior. Most poor people just want to social climb, Mom. They're not really good," refuted Mama Arga who named Rani.

"With or without Mama's consent, Arga will continue to marry her. Grandma, Arga's coming home first. Sunday at the Arga complex mosque at 9," he said to his grandmother.

Arga took Nisa by the hand, taking her away from the house.

"Marriage without the parents' blessing will never go well" Nisa said. Now they were in the car to Arga's private residence.

"Fuck all that. I am just fighting for my happiness. It was enough that I gave in and devoted to her, did I also have to sacrifice the rest of my life, marry a person who did not love at all?"

"You married me out of love?" asked Nisa to vent. "Our meeting is new once, with bad effects and you're in a drunken state."

"I believe what I do. You don't have to remind me."

"I don't want to get married without my blessing" Nisa said.

"After marriage, I make sure you will be happy without thinking about it. She was my mother, who gave birth to me. I'm sure as time goes by, he'll accept you" she replied.

Nisa was silent, no more words were spoken on her lips. Free, this man with him is a ruler. In his life may never accept his name rejection even though it was from his own mother.

"Your mother and sister will arrive tonight, everything is ready. Tomorrow we're fitting clothes, my designer will be home."