The Dilemma Between Two Choices

1. Plan

When you make a sacrifice in marriage, you are not only sacrificing each other, but a unity in a relationship. A successful marriage is always a triangle of a man, a woman and God.

Marriage is always together and stays in one purpose even though in sometimes different ways.

Fate never asks how deeply you love someone. So if he were yours, he wouldn't have chosen anyone but you.

The yellow painted house, with a minimalist interior design, but does not leave the modern impression is still standing strong even though it is 30 years old.

Nafeesa had just arrived in front of her house, the house where she had grown up since she was raised and raised as a child in the house. At that time he was about three years old.

He put his favorite car into his garage. Honda Vario series with a red car that every day becomes his loyal friend when going on a trip and especially if working.

Nafeesa felt that today was quite tiring, because he had to complete the many piles of documents that he had to complete.

He turned off the engine and got out of the car. It was in that house that He was raised with genuine affection.

His two adoptive parents gave him genuine affection like he was a real child. Not only the outpouring of affection he got from Mami and Papinya but, from his Grandfather Mr. Brawijaya especially.

Mr. Brawijaya loved him with all his heart, even spoiling his grandson. Since childhood, he never opposed or violated the rules made by his Grandfather. Therefore, he was very loved by Mr. Brawijaya.

Mr. Brawijaya is a retired soldier so the upbringing received by Nafeesa was very disciplined and independent. He was proud to be raised and nurtured by his grandfather. Because for him, without his Grandpa, he wouldn't be what he is today.

And therefore, when he heard the news about his betrothal, without much thought the two agreed to it. Although she had never seen the figure of her future husband even in her lifetime.

Nafeesa in the slightest did not dispute the requests and decisions that had been chosen for him the soul mate that had been arranged by them.

With bismillah he steadied his heart and feelings to accept the match. His grandfather was very happy when he agreed and agreed with his match. Her marriage was two weeks from that day.

"O Allah, if this is best for my life, please allow this heart to accept and live the trust of Grandfather."

Nafeeza sat at the end of his bed thinking about the decision he had taken.

He did not want to destroy the happiness that emanated from his two parents. His grandfather was very happy because he had planned and dreamed of their wedding.

Geck... Geck..

The sound of knocking on his door blew his daydream. He hurried to his feet and moved from his seat.

He first tidied up his clothes, reflecting briefly to see his face after crying.

"Nafeesa have you slept, son?" ask Grandpa.

It turned out that he had knocked on the door of his room earlier.

"Not on the cake, wait for me to open the door" he replied from the inside of his room.

He held the doorknob and prepared to turn the doorknob. The shady and charismatic face that was visible in both pairs of his eyes.

On his face there are already some fine wrinkles on his face, a sign that his age has entered the age of twilight.

Nafeeza immediately smiled sweetly at his Grandfather so that he did not know if he had just cried bitterly.

"Cake Cake," he said.

Brawijaya went into his room.

He walked to the corner of Nafeesa's room, sitting in his chair close to the window.

Mr. Brawijaya stared fixedly at the face of his adopted grandson. He felt proud, because Nafeesa always fulfilled his wishes and requests without any rebuttal. Just like this match.

He assumes it is not in vain he is taught with hard and discipline.

"Grandfather's okay, right?" Nafeeza looked at his Grandfather's face.

It was as if something his grandfather thought was a burden on his mind. He held the soft and affectionate hand that was beginning to wrinkle it.

"Grandfather is okay? it seems like something is stuck in Grandpa's mind," he said, staring inward at his two eyeballs.

Mr. Brawijaya just smiled to respond to the question from his favorite grandson. The affection poured out by Pak Brawijaya led to jealousy from Lidya. But none of his family members knew. Lidya is very smart to play drama in front of them.

"I'm sorry Grandpa if, having to impose Grandpa's will, Grandpa wants to see you happy in the rest of Grandpa's time and life" said Grandpa with his own face.

Nafeesa kissed the back of his grandfather's hand to make him feel calm.

"Do you mind if Grandpa is dating the son of his friend Grandpa?" asked his grandfather while holding his wand which always faithfully accompanied him.

"I don't mind Grandpa at all, God willing, being ready to marry Grandpa's chosen man" she replied in a soft voice.

"But, son this is your life, you can refuse your marriage before the marriage contract, Grandpa is pleased with your decision," explained Grandpa.

Nafeesa looked lovingly and lovingly at her Grandfather. The look of the shady eyes was soothing to the heart. He shook his head in a sign of disapproving of the request from his Grandfather.

"Grandfather, I don't want to cancel this marriage and never will, Hyuna is ready to marry any man she wants" she said.

"But!! son, this is your life, you're the one who's going to live it, not Grandpa" with teary eyes.

"At least never regret the choice and decision of Nafeesa kek, so please do not occasionally say those words again," he explained again.

Mr. Brawijaya hugged his grandson's body and his body trembled holding back his cries so much that he tightened his arms by stroking the old old back. Her tears that she had been holding back from earlier finally shed as well.

Lidya, who knows that her boyfriend's parents have come to propose, is initially very happy. But, after hearing directly from the mouth of Handoko's father Andra, he was very angry and disappointed.

He ran outside and took his car to Andra's apartment.

"Why should this be haaaa!!! why would that little fellow marry Mas Andra?"

He repeatedly hit the steering wheel of his car, until his hands flushed red.

Lidya walked hurriedly towards Andra's Apartment. The apartment is only the two of them who know its existence, if Andra has one apartment unit.

Without the ba-bi-bu Lidya went into the room, with the face that had been bent and his mouth kamit kamat.

"Boy!! why didn't Mas refuse his parents' wishes? We can say the same to them if we love each other a long time ago" said Diandra.

Andra who had just finished bathing, was a little surprised by the arrival of her lover who attacked her with various questions.

Andra immediately pulled the waist of her dark lover. But, prevented by Lidya. He threw out Andra's hand.

He tried to persuade his lover with a touch so subtle that Lidya was able to in an instant forget his anger.

They hugged Andra in the back. With his two arms coiled over Lidya's stomach.

"I'm sorry dear Mas, Mas couldn't possibly oppose the decision to my two parents, I don't want to be labeled a child of disobedience" he replied.

"Oohh so Mas prefers to two parents Mas than Me?" ask her with emotion.

"It is not so, but do you want if later Mas crossed off the list of inheritance recipients? is that what you want?" Andra moved her embrace.

Lidya fell silent and thought of the words of her lover Andra.

"If Mas Andra does not become CEO again, automatically my life will be destitute, and will not be his personal assistant again dong."

"But!!! when is our relationship like this? every time you meet, you have to hide like a child playing hide and seek" he explained.

He threw Andra's hand from her waist slightly violently.

Lidya turned her face the other way, She did not want to look at her lover's face. He deliberately did so, so that the lover obeyed his wishes.

"Please listen to Mas dear, Mas do all this for the future of both of us later, Mas promise Mas will definitely marry you," the light that reached into his two hands Lidya then kissed him.

"Well this time, I'll give up, but not next time" he said.

All of that was only on his lips, while in his heart was actually very angry, but inevitably had to pretend to obey the request of his girlfriend.

Lidya spilled all her gulana in front of Andra, Lidya pulled Andra's hand on her king-size bed.

Lidya undressed in front of Andra. Until he lay in a state that is plain without a thread that covers the body of the signal.

Like that is their activity every meet, always have intimate relations like a husband and wife..

After their struggle was over, then Andra managed to calm his lover and adoration of heart which of course with words and his typical death seduction.

Andra stroked Lidya's long hair and said, "Dear, you don't have to worry about anything, my marriage to that stupid woman is just black on white."

"What is the guarantee if Mas only considers the wife only limited to status?" Lidya looked into Andra's eyes which were as clear as morning dew.

"Even I won't touch her, I won't even love her, so please well, don't you ever feel jealous not even believing the proof of my love for you."

Andra kisses Lidya's sexy lips again, and they wrestle with her hot and hot. Over and over again they do it with different styles and poses so they can no longer afford to continue it.

They were both left limp as they reached the height of the senseless pleasures of heaven.

The forbidden relationship they built, they never thought of the consequences of their choice.

They do not know that they have missteps and their actions are very inappropriate for them to do.