The Revenge of the President

Chapter 29. A marriage that is too simple

By morning, Arshila blinked her eyes, after a servant woke her up.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the new waiter, Miss. I'm ordered sir, to help you get ready."

Arshila, furrowing her brows, was confused, because today, she had no plans.

"Today, you're getting married."

The maid, answering the confusion of Arshila that was already visible from her face.

"What's? Today!"

Arshila flinched, thinking that Dave would rewind his time. Because, the man never contacted her. He did not prepare anything, for the wedding. Moreover, the current condition of his body still feels tired.

"Yes, Miss."

"But why didn't he tell me?"

"Miss, don't worry. Everything is ready, young master."

Arshila grabbed her blanket, ran inside the bathroom. Half an hour, he was out with his hair still wet.

The waiter helped her dry her hair.

"Miss, you better have breakfast first."

The waiter, gave him a plate of fried rice.

"thank you. Sorry, because I always bother you."

"It's okay, Miss. That's our job."

Arshila enjoys breakfast, while the waiter dries her hair with a hair dryer.

His breakfast was over, he drank the juice until the glass was empty.

Arshila let, the servant did his duty without asking. Starting from makeup to hair. Long enough, until he could see his face from the reflection of the mirror.

Arshila smiled, satisfied with the makeup polish that looked natural.

"Please, Miss."

The waiter gave her the wedding dress.

"Here, clothes?"

Arshila was a little shocked by the wedding dress that was given to her. Dress with a white kebaya model, very simple. In fact, the fabric used was like from the market he used to buy first.

Arshila did not mind, with the wedding dress she was going to wear. Only, he felt that he would humiliate Dave, to the invited guests who noticed him later.

"Didn't Miss like it?"

"No, that. I'm not fighting it. It's just, I don't want Dave in trouble."

The waiter did not answer. He just did his job, knowing nothing. He also did not understand why his master, who was famous for being rich, told him to buy a wedding dress in the market.

It was over, Arshila looked back at her body in a kebaya dress. He then used the shoes that were ready. Flat shoes, white color that is compatible with the clothes he wears.

"Come, Miss. I'll take you downstairs. The driver is waiting."

"All right, thank you."

Arshila walked out, assisted by the servant who held her hand. They slowly descend the stairs.

Arshila's shadow of her wedding this time, will be very different. Wedding building or hotel that will be the location of the event. The number of invited guests, who will congratulate them. Luxurious decoration on top of the mopins and musical accompaniment, which will add to the festivity.

Along the way, Arshila kept smiling. The shadow of the excitement of the wedding party, making his heart pound unkillful. But, more important than that, Arshila hopes this is her last marriage. Not to forget, he continued to pray that everything went smoothly and the marriage lasted until they aged together.

"Miss, we're here."

Arshila, awakened from her delusion, after the driver shocked her.

"Where is this?"

A simple house, with brown paint. From afar, Tian walked closer to the car.

Arshila got off, as Tian opened the car door.

"Please, Miss."

Arshila's footsteps stopped, as she saw Dave waiting for her inside the house. There was another person there, whom Arshila believed to be the ruler. In addition, there is Grace and Mr. Yus who is already known.

"Dave, man,"

Arshila looked at Dave, looking in the eyes asking for an explanation. He didn't mind if he just got married like this, but where are his parents?

"Sit down." Dave grabbed Arshila's hand. "I'll explain later."

"I don't mind, getting married without a festive party and invited guests. But, where are your parents? I don't want to get married without my blessing."

"They're still abroad, they've already approved of us. When they get back, we'll have a wedding reception."

Arshila looked at the people present at this moment. Especially Grace, who turned her eyes away.

"Are you not married?"

Mr. Penghulu, interrupts the two brides who are seen arguing.

"So, sir."

Dave pulled Arshila's hand, to sit next to her.

"Wedding bride, where?"

"We, Sir."

Grace and Mr. Yus, said together.

"All right."

Ijab qabul was done, in front of the ruler. For some reason, when Dave did the qabul ijab, there was no feeling of haru or happiness in Arshila's mind. He doesn't know why his feelings have changed. Either because of a marriage that was inversely proportional to his delusion or because of Dave's parents' absence.

After, both of them signed the marriage documents. Arshila kisses Dave's legitimate hand as her husband. Likewise, Dave who landed the kiss approved his wife.

"Congratulations, to you. May it be a happy family."

"Amin" said Arshila.

Pengulu sir gave the marriage book to Arshila to hold.

A very simple wedding has been done. They walk out of the house, Grace's yard lets Arshila in the car.

"I'll drop you off, Miss."

"But, what about Dave?"

Just now Arshila asked the man, there was already the roar of the car engine leaving the yard. Dave left without saying anything, to her.

"Young master there's a very important and sudden affair."

Grace gave an easy reason for Arshila to understand and accept. Impossible, he directly said, the man deliberately left her for no reason.

Arshila was already in the car, sitting next to Grace who was driving.

"Manager, are you guys hiding something?"

Grace turned her head, smiled for a moment, then refocused on the traffic in front of her.

"Why do you say that? Is it because of a marriage that doesn't fit your mind?"

It's true, the wedding didn't match what he had in mind. All are inversely proportional to what is in his imagination. But, that was not what bothered Arshila's mind. Since leaving home, he has felt strange. The house looked quiet, not as usual. No waiters running around, cleaning the house.

Likewise in the yard, there is no gardener who always make sure the plants are watered every morning.

There was only a home security guard, it was only two people. In fact, since entering the house, Arshila saw a lot of security officers who always go around.

Now, the strangeness of the house, coupled with her very simple marriage and the absence of Dave's parents, makes Arshila feel there is something.

"Not that. I don't know, I feel like there's something. But, I myself am at a loss as to how to explain it."

"Miss, it's possible, your feelings are not accepting of your current state. Everything's fine, don't worry."

Sorry, Miss. I can't help anything. I hope, the man who was playing with fire, falls in the fire that he created himself.