The Love of Young Master

Chapter 4 CINDERELLA

In a secluded villa

A luxurious white dress and a silver crown decoration adorned my hairstyle today. But, like her Satria did not feel special with my appearance and makeup this time. There was no sweet smile on her face, nor were there dimples in sight as she looked at me. I feel like there's something wrong with all this. His eyes seemed to say something was wrong. Although I looked several times at the reflection of my face in the mirror, I felt myself to be the most beautiful bride in the country.

What he was thinking at the moment.

' Yes, God. What happened to my life. Why is my marriage like this. Even though I'm married to a man I love but this is not what I want.' I muttered in my heart. I realized everything was so heavy for me.

***

Finally the time of Ijab kabul arrived. This wedding venue was deliberately chosen to avoid the media crew. To hide from the big family. Mr. Surya Wirajaya did not want to until the news of this marriage came out to the media.

Without using a loudspeaker, sounding sayup pak penghulu whispered in my father's ear, then continued with the voice of Satria that sounded so heavy.

A few minutes later, Ijab kabul which signifies the legitimate marriage relationship has been pledged. Satria can pass through it quickly and smoothly. Everyone stared at each other, there was not the slightest look of happiness on the face of the father-in-law or mother-in-law, just a tense look from both sides. Likewise in the look of my father's face, only the tension is revealed by him. Unlike my mother's face which was full of tears.

***

The wedding that was prepared very quickly was finally completed. There is no sound of music from the capital artist like a conglomerate child marriage in general, there is no bustle of people who are busy preparing party dishes or a row of luxury foods. It's all on a deal between Satria's family and mine. More precisely the grandfather's rule. Considering Satria is the crown prince of the heir to the throne of Wirajaya and he must continue his study. Our marriage also had to be done in hiding. But, inevitably this is what we have to accept. The fruit of my past actions.

'Forgive me dad. I'm your oldest daughter who doesn't know herself. I made this family humiliated like this. Right now, they might think I'm just trash. Only despicable women hope to enter their kingdom and become Cinderella. My marriage shouldn't be like this, Dad. I'm sorry, mom and Raka. I'm a stupid kid! ' , I screamed in my heart. I bowed at the feet of my father and mother. I just cried not daring to say a word. His gaze was empty and his face reddened indicating he was holding the heavy burden borne in his chest.

Again, I feel sad. It was as bad as this chest saw the atmosphere of my marriage. This marriage does not seem worthy of being called a marriage. All all deserted. All is silent and silent. Without the presence of relatives, friends and even colleagues. Only my parents, my brother Raka, and some of the Satria families I don't memorize one by one. Syahdu and khusyuk indeed, but only for a moment. At that moment, I realized that there was a strange scene that Satria showed, not as usual. He just looked at me with a wry look. Meaningful and mysterious. Noiseless, without romantic words that he often throws anywhere. In every handwriting and poem - his poetry. Ah..I don't know, maybe it's just my prejudice. Maybe he was just surprised to have to accept the reality of our marriage that was too soon, and the reality of the contents in my stomach.

I took a deep breath, lowered my head and stroked my stomach gently. Hope all this situation improves soon.

***

The residence of Wirajaya

Our wedding ceremony is over. Tonight is our first night as a couple. After saying goodbye to father, mother and Raka. I also have to move and live with Satria's extended family. I brought my clothes as necessary, and some of my personal gear.

This is the first time I've set foot in Satria's house. The yard is almost as large as a football field in my village, planted with various flowers and in the middle there is a fish pond with a shower with a gurgling sound that makes the heart calm when looking at it. Besides there is a lush mango tree and there is a beautiful white garden bench. With dim and romantic garden lights.

In the left corner of the house there are several four-wheeled vehicles latest models until the classic car parked in the garage. I don't know, I don't think it's a garage but it's more like a car dealership.

After entering the main door of the house, two housekeepers swiftly carried my luggage and luggage. He leaned over and smiled kindly at me. They also introduced themselves to me, one middle-aged woman named Atin and another curly-haired one named Inah.

Arriving in the living room with a large golden sofa, Mr. Surya called me, "Puspa. "

" Yes, sir. " I answered politely and quickly as I approached him.

" Don't call me sir. Just call grandpa..

You are now a granddaughter-in-law. Try to adapt to our family. Don't forget you also have to learn well. After you gave birth to your child. You should go to college and continue your studies. I don't want my daughter-in-law to just graduate High School and not have any degree. Then we will think about what we should do next. Okay. Do you understand, Puspa ? ", Obviously Mr. Surya is long.

" Good cake, I get it. " I nodded my head to understand what Mr. Surya said. I do not know the situation of this family, it's good that I obey and as Satria once told me that his grandfather is the most powerful and decisive anything in this family. So, I better obey.

" Oh yes, you are also prohibited from leaving this house without my permission or permission from your in-laws. Remember, your existence here is a secret and a disgrace to our family. So, don't let you take the wrong step". Grandpa added. I just nodded quickly.

***

In a super big room

Since I did not see the trunk of his nose, after kabul seems like he always tried to avoid my sight. I don't know what happened to my husband. Yes, now I have to get used to that Satria is now my husband. The father of the child I was carrying.

'Ah, it seems like I took a shower first', my body feels sore and my stomach is like cramping. I took a towel and went to the bathroom in the room.

The splashing of warm water through the shower washed my body, tired of it all day using makeup and tight wedding dresses. I prefer to sleep with a loose t-shirt, it will feel more comfortable.

After finishing the bath and fall on a super large and super soft bed. I looked around Satria's room. Amazed. It turns out that this is how rich they are. I never thought before. Satria's down-to-earth nature never shows that she's the granddaughter of a conglomerate from a super-rich family.

'But where is Satria? It's 11 p.m. What the hell happened to him? She hasn't come home yet? I also just realized, he was not driving with me when he came home. I was just escorted by Mr. Supri, the family's personal driver. So where did Satria go? Where is he now? What is he doing this late? .' I quickly took my cell phone. I sent a few sentences to his whatsapp message.

'Ah.kok only in read.' I'm upset.