The Best Choice

The Bride

Samira sat sweetly by the bed. There is no indication that he is unhappy. His face was relieved, happy. Because basically he only wanted to see Aslan for the last time with the status of a girl even if it was only ten minutes. Ten minutes of meaning. Yes, even though the delivery was impressed by pleasantries and did not care about Aslan's feelings. The man who is now sitting on the pergola bench, along with two other witnesses who have confirmed Aslan as the third witness on the grounds that the owner honestly submitted. Samira was sure, Aslan was able to digest his words.

A simple word. Aslan lived in his prayers, not in his heart. For he hardly ever left the name Aslan out of his every bow. A summary of prayer, not coercion. What he is willing to do is that's all. A prayer that will protect Aslan, guard him silently with the hand of God.

"Catian sir Aslan. But the bigger Harviz, he must be jealous. Idih..." Samira shuddered in horror, imagining how the expression on Harviza's face had officially confronted Samira in one deep breath. Realizing he had not closed the door because he and Aslan had met again at the last second while watching Mustofa.

Samira hurriedly closed and locked it. His heart skipped a beat, racing like a bicycle pedaling from a hill to a valley, full of adrenaline-inducing sensations.

Samira was sure the kabul hijab was done and Harviza would knock on her bedroom door. Welcoming her with halal as well as her annoying smile.

"Oh my God, not ready." Samira leaned against the door and shook her head. Dilanda is nervous, ashamed of who ended up in Harviza's holy prison.

"No, I can't yet. I have to run!" The desire was fiery in his mind, burning his guts to hide from Harviza. Meanwhile, until he could think clearly, it was time to change the status of a wife.

Incredibly she thought, for years she had imagined that Harviza would not accompany her sleep, realize her dreams and take care of her children. For years he had imagined which man could take responsibility of his father in looking after him. In fact, unbeknownst to him, all those wasted years for him, Harviza bearing the burden of the promise he had agreed with his mother was the answer.

Samira shuddered in horror, if it used to be in elementary school he and Harviza could still play cooking together, playing jumping rope alternately, and playing, or dribble the fish in the pond using a net together and then terpogoh into the kitchen and ask umi Kalsum to fry it. Now then? Sleeping together? The shadow that has passed. Between happiness, shame and helplessness, Samira wallowed in the old situation to the point of not being able to dodge Harviza had already stepped foot into Mustofa's house.

Knock by knock the door sounded. Harviza called out his name gently, being patient and undemanding.

"The guests want to see you, Sam. Come out, don't be shy." - joked Harviza. He smiled happily. Just like Aslan, of course. Samira already belongs to someone, there is nothing she can do anymore other than to continue her journey of love.

"Samira." call Harviza in a tone like playing.

Samira's palms were moist, cold, she had trouble breathing smoothly. Breathing jostled.

Harviza called out his name again without knocking on the door. Patience he waited for his lover to calm down, because married a little friend who already knows how his true nature is enough to make him understand, Samira gerogi not playing.

Samira gulped his saliva with difficulty, felt the condition had improved, according to him. Samira turned the keys to her room slowly. He slowly lowered the doorknob before looking out.

Samira closed her eyes with her mouth agape, Harviza leaned against the wall while looking at her. Smilingly.

"Just up?" seloroh Harviza's.

"Sister!" Samira spilled out her surprise while breathing out. "Why silence?"

"Keep me what?" Harviza asked with eyes that witnessed how anxious Samira and beautiful she was.

My bride.

"We have to go to the multipurpose building, I have to put a ring on your finger, Samira" he explained slowly. "Want? Or here if you're embarrassed."

Samira approached cautiously until it made Harviza straighten her body, alert.

Samira tried to smile sweetly despite the embarrassment of crawling all over her body. His hand stretched out slowly to reach Harviza's right hand.

She showed her ability as a holy girl who was not good at getting along but often watched Korean dramas. Samira lowered her head, kissed the back of Harviza's hand awkwardly and then gasped amusedly. Her cheeks were blushing, but Harviza was her husband now. He must adore her, try to love her and realize the position that fate has rationed upon her. Harviza husband.

Harviza himself was amazed, nor could he hide his gel smile. Samira's efforts in dropping himself on him managed to make him dare to stroke the veil that framed his wife's face. Mustofa also followed them. She smiles. A good start, he thought.

Samira raised her gaze, at a glance she smiled at Aslan then gawked at her father.

"I'm ashamed, Abah!" Samira touched his father's arm, then turned his head. He looked at Harviza who was smiling widely.

"To be accustomed, slowly is okay." advises Mustofa. She is familiar with the attitude of her bumbling and gerogi daughter.

Samira pursed her lips. I think he was even more embarrassed when he had to walk side by side towards the multipurpose building and meet many people.

Harviza beats with jail. "Do you wear sandals or do I carry? You look like a snail, Samira. Guests are hunting home."

"Yes patient, this is also a quick way." Samira rolled her eyes. Step by step he passed the paved road accompanied by Harviza who was on standby if Samira lost her balance.

"I'm just carrying how like when you've slipped in front of the Bu Novi stall" said Harviza.

Samira turned his head, anxious and annoyed he pinched Harviza's arm. "No, not."

"But I want to."

"Prints."

Harviza smiled amusedly. He grabbed Samira's hand, grasping it before reaching the multipurpose building.

The invited guests saw the arrival of the two brides while smiling.

At the pergola, Aslan, who had eaten his hungry meal after going through the inner upheaval, stood up, welcoming the bride beside Samantha while the host gestured for the two brides to face each other, throw a friendly look and smile a sign of love.

But for Samira and Harviza who had just had a debate about carrying a carrier while in elementary school, they both smiled amusedly instead of giving the impression they had fallen in love with the invited guests. Even so Samira really appreciated Harviza. He changes his rigid self-defense love show that is slowly spreading.

Samira was stalling her clumsy hands. Ring embedded. Aslan.

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