The Best Choice

Ten Minutes

Aslan looked at the wedding hall of Samira and Harviza in Salakan village. Multipurpose building built on village land is often used for badminton sports training, as well as gymnastics mothers and formal events like this. Not as luxurious as in the buildings he used to visit in honor of business relations but here festive. Aslan had never had a party like this before. Three balloon sellers of various shapes containing helium gas are selling well in the attack of invited guests, because it is written free for invited guests, one child and one child.

Aslan smiled, although it was too late because his wishful thinking had fallen to his feet and drove to the place where he could still straighten the body, spreading a friendly smile and he has not missed the chance to see the angel who came down from the Kawasaki motorbike officially married Harviza.

Samantha gasped for him amidst a crowd of people who had been waiting for when the sacred bond ensnared Samira and Harviza in a marriage pledge in front of the ruler.

"We are waiting for you, brother!" he said slowly while looking back for a moment.

"Samira wants her sister to be a witness to her marriage." added Samantha firmly.

"Can't you?" Aslan stared at Samantha who was wearing formal Samira clothes until Scarf wrapped her neck neatly.

"I was forced to wear this" Samantha said as if understanding Aslan's gaze where she was headed. "I forgot to bring a change and last night Samira asked for company, she needed a friend" he added quickly.

"OK..." Aslan looked at Harviza and Mustofa who had left the wedding pergola bench. "But the problem is I'm a nobody, it's impossible to be a witness, ngaco him!" reject Aslan lirih.

The wedding pergola was decorated with white gray tied at each of its support poles. Decorated with flowers that are all white and green, the leaves.

Samantha shook her head, touching Aslan's arm. "You're part of Samira's life, brother. Seriously, she considers you her brother. That's all he can give you. Status as his older brother!"

Mustofa mingle followed by Harviza who was handsome once with a white wedding dress from head to toe.

Mustofa agrees because Samantha must have told him, because the woman also contacted Aslan many times to wake up from her nightmare.

"I ask for help son Aslan accept Samira's request, this is hard I understand for son Aslan. But he had made a request before accepting Harviza's proposal if later when Aslan's ijab becomes his witness."

Aslan is confused, his willingness to be an invited guest is not a witness, nor is being part of a family that can see how gallant and well-trained Harviza is saying her marriage vows to Samira. His heart throbbed fullness, his heart pierced by thorns which caused him to trouble himself.

He was sure he was injured, but the eyes of the Harviza family and Mustofa looked more anxious than his.

"Where's Samira?" aslan asked, he did not find a bride-to-be in the pergola.

"There in the room, Samira will come out after the kabul ijab is finished." Harviza replied.

Aslan was grateful, he still clearly remembered how his dream last night, the dream in Samira's residence went away. This invisible torment rattled him all night until he constantly tried to fall asleep until it was too late.

Aslan was sure, Samira must have been worried about being confined in the room without certainty and was just as worried about the old man and Harviza. He seems to think for a while, but he admits, he needs time to meet Samira actually before he officially becomes the husband of people.

"But before that can I find him? Ten minutes?" aslan was worried.

"If only ten minutes could ease the uncomfortable feeling for Aslan, or us. I'm glad, let me deliver."

Harviza was anxious when Mustofa really invited Aslan to go to a house that was one area of RT with a multipurpose building. Only the two without Samantha stared as the two passed by.

Samantha.

"What formality does it mean?" Samantha scooped while cleaning her nails.

Harviza patiently assures, Aslan's shadow does exist, sometimes making him anxious, sometimes even awakening the meaning of the word accept. Aslan is part of the journey of Samira's life even though at the intersection of the two still get along and merge into friends.

Harviza invited guests to eat first before he told Samantha to eat.

"Don't let your busier activities than WO knock you out, Sam. Eat it."

Samantha was aghast at once amused. "Especially, well, ask for my payment later" he said filled with jokes.

As the steps get closer to Samira's house. The tent mounted in the front yard put away a flash of sunlight.

Aslan sighed, she sat on a plastic chair that had a blue mark on the back of the backrest as a sign of ownership of the territory of the neighboring house 07. He waited for Mustofa to call Samira.

Mustofa knocks on the news, without a second, the door is open.

Samira who looked like the goddess in a white dress asked with an enthusiastic expression. "Sir Aslan has come, Abah?"

"Of course, you only have ten minutes to talk. Abah doesn't interfere, Abah just waits."

Samira lifted up her wedding dress, slowly she slowed down a step before peeking out.

"Sir Aslan." call him.

The man looked, amazed. The beauty is getting prettier, even Harviza hasn't seen her. Sassy is indeed Aslan, but for the last time it might be okay. Please be understood. Aslan was already relieved enough, Samira did not throw it slippers.

"It's not my fault, I didn't know you wanted to be a witness at your wedding" Aslan explained. "I've only got ten minutes. Sam, I know it's your happy day. Happy in the true sense or happy that has not reached its fullness only you know. But as your best friend and former boss, you can fight me but not Harviza. Your paradise is there."

Samira lowered her head. "That's the last request, sir. I promise I won't be a hassle again. But sorry before. In these minutes I know you like me for whatever reason, and you must be disappointed this is the end. I apologize sincerely. You can try as hard as I can later help prayer to forget me because last night Samantha delirious, she likes you."

Aslan could not help but hold back his smile. "That's all you want to say?"

"Well, that's all." Samira smiles.

"Your heart doesn't exist for me? A little bit like that, what a stingy time you are, Sam!"

"Nothing!" Samira nodded but smiled. "Father is in every prayer of mine and brother Harviza, I am happy with the person who is willing to accompany the father later."

"Thank you." Aslan stood up while sighing. "Wait for your groom to knock on your door, Sam and open it with a smile!"

"Yes... From now on, Samantha didn't ask me to smile. Why me anyway?" Samira turned around while sniffing her shoulders.

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