The Line of Destiny for Us

Chapter 2 - Surviving

Dressed, Beryl looked at herself in front of the large mirror in her room. Both of his hands moved justifying the collar of the shirt and the blue tie he wore.

Today he will go to the wedding of Laras' brother, and of course he will go with his wife so that the Laras family who see him will think their household is fine. Although not actually.

Knocking on the door of the room Barrel, Beryl opened her voice. "I waited in the car" he said, then left without seeing the woman first.

Waiting almost five minutes in his car which is classified as an expensive car, in the end Laras also came with a luxurious dress in white that makes her look very beautiful. Of course, because Baras is a model.

The barrel opened the car door and sat down next to Beryl. The woman leaned back there with her eyes fixed on the glass, not looking at her husband at all and even talking to him.

Laras' body was suddenly aghast as he realized Beryl was approaching him. "What do you want?!" screech, move back.

"Wear the seatbelt," replied Beryl, explaining her intention of drawing near to the woman.

Beryl's right hand moved to pull the seatbelt and put it on, while Laras only fell silent after getting such treatment from her husband.

Beryl confirmed her sitting position and prepared to drive her car. But felt something was wrong, Beryl's gaze was directed at Laras who had been looking at him since. "What's wrong?" beryl asked, confused.

"No. Quickly leave!" Baras exhaled, he returned in that position, turning his back to Beryl.

The journey from home to the wedding venue is quite far and takes a lot of time. When they got there, both of them immediately began to play their roles. It was as if they were a romantic couple.

The barrel came while joining Beryl. Many Laras families who came to the event, they gathered together and invited the couple to join them.

Talking, Laras and Beryl just sat quietly listening to what the parents were talking about. Until finally, they made themselves a new topic of conversation.

"Are you still not pregnant?" One of the family members asked Laras. She was Madame Medyna, Aunt Laras who was very disliked by the woman because of her haughty and annoying nature.

Baras smiled riled up. "Is it wrong if I'm not pregnant?" ask back Laras.

Madame Medyna laughed gracefully, she thought Laras was very funny. Stop laughing, he spoke to his cousin again.

"Is your family not harmonious? Or can't you have children? I'm so worried because you guys got married three years ago." His annoying words made all those sitting at the same table directly stare at him.

"Medyna! Watch what you say!" Ibu Laras refuted, feeling inappropriate for what his sister said.

"But it could be true. That they can't have children." The old woman smiled, not thinking about her words.

Barrel clenched his hands, he was furious at the old woman. However, Beryl immediately clasped his hand. The woman turned her head, looking at Beryl who was now smiling very sweetly at her.

"Sorry, Aunt. We have been married for a long time and have no children, but this is all our decision that has been thought out carefully. Laras is a model, I don't want to interfere with my wife's career because Laras likes her job very much." Beryl replied, keeping everyone quiet and looking at her.

"If it's time.." Beryl spoke while looking at Laras romantically.

"..We will definitely have a beautiful and handsome child like both parents" he continued.

Everyone immediately crowded because of Beryl's very sweet attitude to his wife. They are increasingly convinced Beryl and Laras are a suitable couple and will have a long married life.

"Yes, baby." Laras' right hand held Beryl's cheek and stroked her.

They're getting excited, but not with Madame Medyna. He just looked at the two with a dislike look.

Just so you know. Currently Laras is holding back his nausea. He doesn't like to do this, but whatever the power is because he's with his family.

Thinking for a moment about what Beryl did to her, Laras only wished that the man was just acting and did not have any feelings for her.

Meanwhile, in the same place. A beautiful woman who looked very elegant from a distance came to the Bride who was standing up to greet the invited guests. She was Zeline, the woman looked very happy to come to the event.

"Sister Oliv." Zeline greeted, making the name master turn his head and smile at her.

"Zeline."

Both are excited and embrace each other.

"Congratulations on the wedding" said Zeline, pleased.

"Thank you for coming, my sweet sister." Oliv pinched Zeline's cheek as she felt anxious for the woman.

They are quite close because they are in the same SMA. Oliv is Zeline's upperclassman, and they get to know each other for following the same extracurriculars and getting to know each other for a long time.

"I came to get my sister to come to my exhibition, too" he said.

"I'll come. I'm coming." Olive held onto both of Zeline's hands and spoke in an anxious tone to her.

Zeline laughed. "I'm kidding. I came because I wanted to see your pretty face while wearing your wedding dress." Zeline's eyes seemed to be shining, she was very happy at this moment.

"I hope I'll see how beautiful you are in your wedding dress" Oliv said, and Zeline threw away her face.

"Eih, why are you talking about that. I just focus on my career, nothing else!" zeline resolute.

"Your money is very fitting to get married."

"I'll wait a few more years."

"Zeline Zakeisha."

"So I got married at 30, I still have a few more years to 30."

"You're this." Oliv hit Zeline's arm slowly. Zeline has not changed from the first time she met, she is great in answering the words of her interlocutors.

"I pray that you can meet a good man, who will love you for the rest of his life" Oliv hoped, then Zeline closed her eyes and smiled as she spoke.

"Amen."

They chatted for quite a long time, while releasing longing because they had not met for a long time. A man's steps are directed towards them, Beryl greets Oliv from a distance as the woman looks at him.

"I'll be right back." Zeline said goodbye first and turned around to leave.

Walking past, Zeline was gone and Beryl came to give a greeting to the bride. The groom came after chatting with the other guests. Beryl talked to both of them without Laras' company.

Currently Laras stood alone near the banquet for the guests. Sipping drinks that have been provided, until it runs out. Laras kept thinking of something, a dream that felt like it had really happened.

He had a strange dream the night he was drunk. In his dream, he gets a sweet kiss from Beryl, and it feels very real.

"Did he really do it? Is that just my illusion of being drunk?" Laras talked alone.

"By the line."

Laras' head turned to the source of the voice and found his mother who was now walking closer to him.

"Aren't you thinking about what your aunt said?" ask back to Mom, making Laras frown not understand.

Mother sighed while confirming her wind-blown hair. "Is what your aunt said true? Can't you have kids?!" tanyanya, kind of jerking.

"Mother!" laras Teeth.

"You've been married three years. How many years do you have to wait to get a grandchild? You're my only child, and I really hope for you."

Baras was silent hearing that.

"What possible.. Beryl never touched you?" guess Mom, make the Barrel's eyes round.

"Stop bullshitting. Mas Beryl explained the reason earlier, I should have understood and stopped thinking about such a strange thing!" resolutely Laras, instantly left with a raging feeling.

What his mother said was not wrong. Laras does not allow Beryl to touch him, because he still keeps the taste of his lover, Jerome.

Laras is unable to get the blessing of his parents for Jerome and suddenly they inform him of his arranged marriage with Beryl.

The show is not finished yet, but Laras has asked Beryl to go home because she does not like being in such crowded places, especially she has to continue acting as a couple with Beryl.

Beryl drove the car at moderate speed, the man's gaze straight ahead. Nothing they've talked about since, this is what happened when they were together. Only the silence and the sound of the car engine could they hear at this moment.

"You're down here?" Beryl pulled the car over, stopping at the spot where Laras was at the beginning.

"You have to remember, what happened there was just not real acting." Laras grabbed his bag and reaffirmed Beryl for what happened at the event. Baras just didn't want the guy to misunderstand.

Moving away and closing the car door, Laras was silent for a while while glancing right-left to cross. There was a car waiting for him from there.

"Wait." Beryl got out of her car and approached Laras who was still standing in his place.

Baras just kept quiet, staring at the strange man.

"I'm just reminding you not to come home late. Just call me if there's anything," asked Beryl, but Laras only answered her with a whisper and an inappropriate sentence.

"I don't care at all." Barrel crossed over and left just like that.

Staring at the woman from a distance, Beryl's view is now reunited with a man who came out of the ash-colored car. She Is Jerome, Laras' lover.

Jerome opened the door cordially for Laras, then entered after throwing a hateful look first at Beryl who was at the end of the road there.

At least Beryl knew who Laras was traveling with, the man got back in the car and drove him home. He looked like a fool, that was what Laras and Jerome thought.

The two men are now gossiping Beryl, Jerome continues to insult the man because he feels very stupid despite knowing his wife had an affair all this time.

"Why don't you just divorce her? We can escape abroad and live happily together there," suggested Jerome, immediately Laras turned to him.

"You crazy? My father was a politician and I was a model. If I were to divorce Beryl and go on the run like that, what would my family be like? And also my good name would definitely be smeared just for doing such a stupid thing!" laras replied, sounding angry.

Jerome stopped his car abruptly, leaving Laras shocked to death because of it.

"Are you crazy?! You want to make me die?!!" Baras yelled at the man in shock.

"Foolish thing? Have you considered all that we do is just stupid? Don't you really love me?!" Jerome yelled back at his lover, he was so angry at what Laras said earlier.

"Jerome.." Laras grabbed the man's hand, intending to calm him down.

"I'm sorry, I never thought that way. I love you so much, you know that too, don't you?" his great-grandson, didn't want Jerome to get angry.

"I know." Jerome sighed slowly, he felt guilty as well for already snapping at Laras. He loved his wife, more than anything.

Baras smiled faintly, he stroked Jerome's cheek.

"I promise we'll live together. I want Beryl to divorce me, not me. You know what I mean, baby." Jerome smiled after Laras said so.

"I will wait for that time to come" Jerome replied, stroking the top of Laras' head.

"Are you still angry?" ask Laras, make sure.

"No."

"I'll stay at your house tonight so you won't be angry. How's it?"

"Sure, I'll be happy."

Even though Laras never thought about her husband's feelings. He should have immediately divorced the man, instead of cheating on him for not loving him. But her good name is more important than that, if the media finds out that she's divorced Beryl and cheated on her all along, she'll be devastated.

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The sound of clang is created from a spoon that is rotating in a cup containing warm tea. Beryl was sitting in her home mini bar alone, the clear sky had changed with the darkness getting late.

He was very tired after returning from his place of work, the warm tea that accompanied him this time meant to relieve a little of his fatigue.

"When will I be like this?" muttered.

Beryl wants to be happy. He wanted to be accompanied during his life by a woman who truly loved him, not as he is now. In the past, when he was asked to undergo the matchmaking of his parents, he hoped that the woman he was betrothed was the woman who was suitable for him.

But it turns out he was wrong.

Drtts

The sound of a mobile phone vibrating, disperse his daydream. Beryl's hand moved to grab her phone stored on the bar table, seeing a message from someone who made herself chuckle a little because of her behavior.

Sunday with me. Don't forget.

23:15

Especially if not Rayan, the man always gave her a message and reminded her every day to join her date without changing her mind.

Beryl typed something and sent it to Rayan, after which she got up and took her teacup to bring it into the room.

It's late, Beryl needs to get some rest.

Making the room as a destination, but not yet there, Beryl stopped her footsteps right in front of the painting that she liked.

Beryl smiled, the painting always calms her heart. Beryl should probably go see the painter and thank him. Because of the painting, he was always happy.

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