The Forced Marriage

The Grief on Reception Day

Two weeks often meet and go home together, but it does not guarantee a harmonious relationship. Jealousy and anger dominate this young couple. But the edges of Azlan also appease all that is bringing Dara in the arms of his love. A true patience turned with its original hard-hearted disposition, but with Dara, he was able to build a value of patience. As deep as that Azlan's love for the Temple.

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Two months Later

A green tent mingled in pink had stood firmly in front of the courtyard of the Dara family home. Currently Dara and Azlan are in the hometown of Dara, the sub-district city of Lembang whose air is still fairly cold even though magnificent buildings such as villas and hotels have begun to crowd this hometown.

Azlan and Dara's wedding reception will be held, though not in a building, but the grandeur is felt. Azlan truly made Dara a most precious woman. Although there is no more ijab qabul, the reception this time feels so sacred and full of haru. Dara's neighbors and relatives came to attend their wedding.

The Azlanpun family was present, Mamang and Bibi from both sides were also present. They came from their village in groups using three cars. The atmosphere is more lively and full of joy.

Dara and Azlan looked beautiful and handsome like kings and queens on the throne. Wrapped in Sundanese wedding dress, Dara increasingly looks beauty. Equipped with a smile that always expands from the two, increasingly exudes the charm of both.

Dara and Azlan's family mingled, rejoicing in the reception. It looks familiar and harmonious. Although not a biological parent, Mr. Malik and Bu Endah treat Dara like his own child. Moreover, Dara is a nephew of Bu Endah, the son of his own younger brother, the late Father Dara.

Sofia is not left behind, looking very happy on Azlan and Dara's wedding day. She looked beautiful, wrapped in a brocade dress with only green sage legs. More beautiful charming. Sometimes not a few single guys staring amazed at the beauty of this cheerful girl.

But behind the joy felt by everyone at Azlan and Dara's wedding reception, there is one heart that holds back the pain. In the back garden he sat pensively, wailing with a wry look in his eyes. Clad in maroon batik clothes, the handsome man in white, athletic body was looking straight ahead, with a blank look. How not, today he witnessed the people he loved so much in happy company with other men. He was Vishnu, a soldier who was supposed to be steel-hearted, but now shed tears in the day of the match Dara and Azlan.

Dara is the first love for Vishnu, at the age of 19 years, the seed of love began to grow strong in the heart of Vishnu. He took care and he watered lovingly and in love. Love that turns into love for a woman. At this time Vishnu imagines himself next to Dara.

"May Aa hug....?" pinta Vishnu when the series of reception was completed. Vishnu asks Azlan to take Dara away from the crowd for a moment. Azlan nodded but his heart implied unwillingness. Because Azlan knew the man loved Dara.

Vishnu took Dara to the back garden, he sat Dara in a chair. Dara stared smilingly at Vishnu.

"A. don't be this sad. Dara only married, not to leave Aa from this world," said Dara who only added to Vishnu's sadness. Dara did not know what Vishnu really felt.

Vishnu summarized the thick make-up face, he stared at the sticky face. The tears are still flowing.

"If he knew I loved him, what would he do?" Vishnu was implying, his gaze still fixed.

Vishnu still stared fixedly at Dara's face. The longer the face was getting closer, Dara felt the roar of Vishnu's breath as it hunted. There is a different taste that Dara feels, a vibration of taste that is difficult to interpret. As Vishnu's face drew closer, Wisn's lips seemed to get closer to Dara's lips. Dara's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as Vishnu's lips grew closer.

"Your....!" a kiss landed on Dara's forehead. Race with the heartbeat of Dara getting louder. There was a sense of relief as the kiss only landed on his forehead. Maybe Dara misunderstood the body gesture of Vishnu.

A fist struck the wall with anger. Azlan stood up from behind the back door of the garden. Watching them both. His heart started to heat up, a jealous blaze started to light up. Seeing her lover being embraced and kissed so affectionately by a man who loved her so much. Azlan could only hit the wind in the air.

"Aa... Why is Aa so sad? Dara was so sad to see Aa cry." Vishnu did not say, he gave up his embrace. "Aa is not happy to see you with him" said Vishnu. And this no longer surprised Dara. Dara knows Vishnu has not been sincerely married to Azlan, because the way Azlan got Dara which he thinks is very fraudulent.

"Dara knew Aa had not been sincerely married to Bang Azlan. But Aa should be able to accept it, because Bang Azlan is already part of our family" said Dara.

"Do you know what Aa's feeling?" ask Vishnu. Dara shakes.

"Go back. Leave Aa alone" he said. "But Aa must also join Dara, we take pictures together," asked Dara while reaching for Vishnu's hand. Vishnu restrains his body so that Dara cannot pull it. "Yes already, Dara ahead first."

Dara walked away from Vishnu, while Vishnu his heart grew stingy left by Dara. As Dara turned, her body suddenly had something interesting.

"Well..what the hell?" his screeches. Azlan immediately covered Dara's lips with his hand. "Dragon....!" the pekik was surprised.

"Why is my brother here?" Azlan did not answer, as fast as lightning his body had squeezed Dara's body and looked at Dara's face that was getting more beautiful despite making-up thick. He stared at the bride, then his face with Dara's face increasingly no distance. Azlan kissed Dara's lips feeling.

"Abang is looking forward to the night, to enjoy our bridal night." Dara smiled shyly seduced Azlan, she felt funny with Azlan's speech. Although this was their wedding reception, it was no longer their first night, as they had long since the first night.

"Didn't we do it a lot, so don't tell me tonight's our first night" Dara said, grabbing Azlan's nape and scooping Azlan's lips greedily to avenge Azlan's actions. Azlan was happy, especially behind him found Vishnu who looked very disappointed.