The Debt Redeemer

9. H-day

The clock is 7:30. Deka is neat with a white tuxedo suit attached to his stocky body. A bow tie does not forget he hooked on the collar of his neck in order to perform optimally at his wedding later. He saw his reflection in a large mirror in his hotel room.

Perfect is the right word to describe his current appearance. After cutting his long hair a few days ago, he looked even more tidy than before. Not to forget also he shaved off the brew that has been several years into accessories on his face. Now she is ready to attend her wedding.

A servant finally knocked on his bedroom door from outside.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir. Is it ready?" Ask the waiter still in front of Deka's room.

"Yes, I'm ready. I'm going out now" Deka replied, taking the white coat she had put on the bed and out of her hotel room. "Is the bride ready?"

"Yes, sir." The servant answered politely while directing Deka to where he would meet his bride. "Master wait a minute here. I'll get the bride down."

Deka followed the servant's words quietly there. Honestly during his lifetime this was a rare moment that he experienced. First because I married a girl I don't know. And the second was the overwhelming nervous feeling he had been feeling since this morning. Although only a marriage on paper or a corporate political marriage, he cannot deny that he will marry and must be responsible for his woman later. About the feeling of nervousness he did not know why he could this big.

The noise from inside the wedding room can be felt. She realizes this marriage is just a formality as a redemption of her debt. But he did not expect that his uncle would hold this grand wedding. And before long, his bride finally came down to Deka.

The white wedding dress that was attached to her body added an elegant impression to the woman. Footsteps that slowly come down to him make Deka's heart beat faster. The closer he is to the woman, the more clearly a beautiful face with thin makeup that can make anyone who sees will be amazed, including Deka.

"Sir, this is Miss Milla." The waiter who had not been there beside Deka realized Deka from his daydreams looked at Milla.

"You're Deka?" Milla asked without turning her head in the direction of Deka. But only with his voice alone able to make the feathers sat Deka goosebumps so smooth intonation of the woman. Especially when the woman mentioned her name, it felt like Deka could immediately go crazy right then and there.

"I, I'm Deka." Stammering Deka answered Milla's question. Just about to invite Milla to enter the wedding room, Deka was made astonished by the behavior of Milla who tried to grope something nearby. Added with the view of Milla who only looked straight not towards him.

Until one second later Deka tried to ascertain his perception. He waved his hand in front of Milla's face. And it turns out his guess was right. Milla is not affected by Deka's actions, which means Milla is blind.

"Deca? Where are you going?" Panicking Milla for not finding Deka with her hands. The newly aware of it instantly pulled Milla's hand to keep her calm.

"I'm here." Deka said with pity because it turns out that the defect that is always spoken by her cousin and others is the powerless Milla to look like other normal people.