The Love of the Former

DCSM

The wedding night is the most awaited night for newly married couples. But what happens if that night even received a curse that was cast by the former?

Is the curse really going to happen?

Will an antidote be found? Or will it even cause a more severe tempest?

Follow the plot and respond to the story.

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Arsita Laili is a 26-year-old sweet girl. With mature brown skin and slightly narrowed eyes with thin lips.

Everyone only knows the cover that is always displayed. Cheerful and always carefree attitude he displayed to cover everything in his heart.

Wednesday night on November 11th is the day she will give up her bachelorhood.

Be happy?

By just staring at the pelaminan, with decorations decorated with a variety of healthy flowers. And with the smile of a pair of newlyweds standing there. Then people will immediately conclude that they are happy.

But far away, in his heart. Arsita is wailing in pain. This was not the love he really hoped for.

The pressure over the years felt it continued to run into a dead end. To make himself make decisions for the common good. Yeah, correct. The common good, which concerns two great families.

Was Revaldy. A young man 5 years younger than Arsita became her husband.

The two met at their place of work. People say they experience a cinlok or love location. That's what we call modern today.

After only being in a relationship for 8 months they finally decided to get married.

Each of them has their own past. But only Valdy so familiar call Rovaldy everyday who is able to tell the story of his past vividly.

The wounds he felt were not without cause. But he was also no longer able to keep fighting.

Such a festive night with so many invited guests in fact can not close the wound in his heart that stood up.

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The night was late when the reception was over. Arsita chose to stay inside her bridal room first. Valdy returns to his room to join the rest of the brothers.

This marriage is not sudden. But both of us are difficult to get work leave considering we work at the same company. Therefore, the day before the reception then we can go home to my hometown.

The time-consuming journey made our body-proof data weak. Especially for Valdy who is not too used to the atmosphere in the village where I live.

That night nothing happened in our bridal room. Valdy fell asleep after I scraped his body complaining of pain. His temperature rose and he had a fever.

The night was getting late but my eyes did not want to be closed. A lot of things are still going on in my mind. And guilt dominates.

The promise I once said has been consciously broken. No choice is not a reason I should take. But I gave up on the situation.

Circumstances that never once sided with me. I felt the destruction in my smile.

But everything has become my choice, somehow in the future I have to how to live it. Only time can answer me.

I looked at the sky room, I smiled blandly. The neatly decorated bridal room bears witness to my last mute cry for her. Crying as a sign I have chosen to let go.

I hope he's there to accept all the choices and decisions I've made. All the memories come back to my eyes without me preventing them.

Luckily, my husband fell asleep. Without knowing the silent tears I gave her. Someone who has lived for many years in my heart