The Love of the Deceiver

Chapter 23 - Dito And Nadine's Wedding

Four days later....

Today is Dito and Nadine's marriage contract. Events in a building, party decorations and green and purple colors dominate in accordance with the preferences of both brides.

Nadine was being groomed in a room and Naysilla was there.

"How are you feeling?" ask Nay.

"Rump, Brother."

"After this you will be fully a wife. Go anywhere you have permission for your husband."

Nadine heard him smile.

"I'm serious, Nadine." Nay convinced his sister.

"So, don't talk like you've been married."

"My friends said it" Naysilla said.

"Oh, are Nay's friends all married?"

Naysilla.

"Don't Nay want to get married?"

"Yes, I want to get married but not anytime soon."

"Hopefully the flowers I throw at you, Brother Nay, who gets them, yes!"

"I'm ashamed to follow it."

"It's okay, sister Nay, just make exclamations."

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When the wedding ceremony was held, Dito now sat opposite Malik.

The middle-aged man loudly said marrying his daughter to a young man.

Dito firmly and clearly replied to Malik's words and accompanied by the word 'Sah' and words of gratitude from the invited guests.

Patches and smiles were emanated from the guests present. Dito swept his face with both palms as a sign of relief from the husband of Nadine Malika.

Naysilla hugged her sister who also witnessed the sacred vows of marriage from a special television screen. "Congratulations, Nadine!"

"Thank you, brother!" tears escaped from Nadine's eyes.

Naysilla directed the tissue on her sister's face, helping her wipe away tears from dripping on her cheeks.

The wedding committee knocked on Nadine's room door, telling the bride to go out to meet the groom.

Nadine walked slowly flanked by several friends, cousins and her brother.

Nadine enters the building, all eyes on her who looks so beautiful like a fairy tale princess.

Dito kept smiling looking at his wife who walked up to him.

Nadine smiled faintly, her heart racing as her husband reached for her hand.

Dito hugged his wife's waist and whispered, "Smile, baby. Don't be so nervous!"

Nadine smiled again.

Dito pulled the chair and let his wife sit down.

Because the dress used Nadine flowers and the length of 2 people wedding organizers helped her sit.

Malik smiled in front of his daughter.

The two signed the marriage papers as a valid proof of their relationship.

After that, put a ring on each finger and show it to the guests.

Camera lens shots capture every moment and expression of the bride and groom.

Dito took the wife's hand to the pelaminan. The two took photos with their families and invited guests.

Dito did not stop throwing a smile as well as Nadine.

The guests one by one left the place, Nadine and Dito for a moment could sit down to relieve the pain of his legs.

"Later in the evening I need a massage therapist" Nadine said softly in her husband's ear.

"I'll be the therapist" Dito said.

"Are you able to massage me?"

"Why do you want what part to massage?" dito Goda.

Nadine answered him by narrowing her eyes.

Dito laughed a little covering his mouth.

Nadine pinched her husband's waist slowly, "You're always teasing me!"

"I'll massage you, baby. Because I can't wait to sleep in bed with you." Dito smiled seductively.

The jokes of the two stopped when a guest approached them.

Meanwhile, Naysilla chatted with some of her family and siblings. He was watching the guests present. However, it did not find the figure of Troy in the midst of the crowd.

"Where is he? Didn't he come? Isn't this a special day for his superior's son?" Some questions popped into his head.

Naysilla finally went to the toilet.

Finished with the toilet affair, Naysilla saw Troy and a woman standing at the entrance of the show seeming to speak so very familiarly.

Naysilla had intended to rebuke him but was put down.

Naysilla rejoined his family and brother.

A few minutes later his stomach was hungry, Naysilla got up from her seat and stepped onto the table providing food.

Naysilla runs into Troy who is drinking.

"Hi!" greet Nay.

"Why did it look anywhere?" asked Naysilla.

"Miss, sorry. I'm hurrying!" Troy passed with two drinks.

Naysilla tilted her lips, a little annoyed at being taken for a bite. Not wanting to bother, he then took the food he wanted.

Naysilla brought some cookies in a small plate and a glass of fruit drinks to his desk.

His eyes again saw the togetherness of Troy with a woman he saw the same after coming from the toilet.

"Is that woman his lover?" his inner.

"Nay, why daydream?" scold a middle-aged woman.

"Eh, Aunt. Not daydreaming just remembering what had been forgotten," answered Naysilla gave a reason to lie.

"It's young but it's forgetful" he said. "Tante, farewell home 'yes!" continued.

"Eh, yes Aunt. Be careful, thanks for coming" said Nay.

"Yes, Nay. I hope you'll catch up with Nadine to the band, '" she said.

"Hopefully, Auntie. Thank you for your prayers" said Nay smiling.

At the dinner table enjoying the cake, he thought back and deeply, "Why are all the people I've met speaking to him the same? When is marriage and hopefully soon to follow."

At exactly 6pm, the event was completed. Guests from family and relatives one by one left the place.

Dito and Nadine had also gone to the hotel where they were staying.

There are only the remaining event organizers.

Naysilla has not yet returned home, but her parents and sister-in-law have returned home.

Naysilla was still chatting with some of his friends.

Until Troy comes to him, "Miss, don't you go home?"

Nay and his two friends looked over.

"Who is he, Nay?" ask one of the women.

"He's my sister-in-law's assistant."

"Oh," said the two female guests.

"I'll be home soon."

"All right," Troy then passed.

After 5 minutes, his two friends Nay also came home.

Naysilla parted with her friend at the entrance of the building.

Nay was alone watching the almost dark sky. "I'll just take a taxi!" muttered.

"Miss, let me drive you home."

The surprised Nay looked back, "You?"

Troy slightly lowered his head.

"Why is it still here?"

"I'm waiting for Miss."

"Well!"

"Mr Dito asked me to take Miss Naysilla home."

"No need to drive me, I can take a taxi" Naysilla refused.

"Miss, I'm just doing Mr. Dito's job."

Nays sighed.

"Let's take my Miss!"

Nay nodded too.

Both are now in the car, Nay sitting next to Troy because he hesitated if he had to be in the rear passenger seat.

Troy was silent.

Naysilla glanced at the man beside her without inviting her to chat.

The jammed road makes Troy run slowly.

"I'm down here!"

"Miss, want to buy something?"

"No, I just want to walk. If it's here maybe another half an hour" replied Nay.

"Miss, you can't get out of the car before you get home."

"You can turn around to avoid the traffic jam, so I'll just get off here!"

"I'll keep delivering Miss to the destination."

Nay was silent.

And sure enough they arrived at the residence of Malik Ikssa 25 minutes later even though on foot it only takes 10 minutes from where stuck in traffic.

Naysilla tried to open the safety belt but it seemed very difficult.

Troy without command rushed to help open it.

Naysilla can smell Troy's fragrant hair as well as the man's face from the side.

Safety belt open.

"Thank you!" Nay said nervously.

"Together, Miss."