The Story of Dara

CHAPTER 7 . Legitimate

Dara went into the house to look for Erfan, until he arrived at a large and spacious room with walls dominated by white paint, the furniture inside also looks very luxurious and classy.

Maybe a lounge or family room, because in the room there is a very large thin tv with a lot of sound on the right and left.

“Ah," said Erfan, enduring the pain in his bruised forehead, unaware of the arrival of his future wife compressing his wound.

Sitting alone on the sofa in front of the tv, before turning her eyes, heard a voice from Dara.

“Do I help you?”  Tanya Dara volunteered, already standing in front of her future husband to see each other.

“Nggak“ replied Erfan, with his cold intonation, did not stop his hand movement in compressing.

Throwing Dara's lips, cast off her grumbling gaze slowly.

“Datar Face Basics! ice Face! Stone Face! super arrogant!” grumbling Dara, holding back the resentment in her heart turned back Erfan's gaze.

“What did you say?”

"What?" sewot Dara, sitting on the sofa beside Erfan.

No longer speaking, just silent, with his eyes straight ahead, ignoring the moans of her future husband.

Who grimaced, back compress ignore it.

"Mas..," called Dara, still with her eyes straight ahead not to take Erfan's eyes off.

"Hmmm,"

“Women's problem yesterday, is that your boyfriend Mas?"

"Yes, why?" answered Erfan, still compressing did not take his eyes off.

"Beautiful,"

"Obviously, she's a model, a beautiful plenary, is it you?" intense Erfan, rounding Dara's eyes.

Spontaneous averted her gaze, staring resentfully at her future husband feeling offended.

“What am I, then? are you blind? your eyes have problems? how come? you don't see my beauty who doesn't lose this full day?" sewot Dara's.

Unable to accept the sentence of her future husband, averted Erfan's eyes.

"Dreams of you? erfan replied, increasingly provoking emotions in Dara satirizing.

“Remember this all right? although we will get married, me and you, will never be us, because I, will never want to break up, and will never break up from my boyfriend.“ Erfan message, Erfan, still clenching Dara's hands

Not because of his jealous heart, but because of the attitude of this man in front of him, who was overconfident.

“You heard this Mas! the one who has a boyfriend is not just you! but I also have a boyfriend that I love very much! and what does that mean? I will never care about your relationship with your boyfriend!and I, by no means expected my relationship and yours to be us!" reply Dara, with a sharp eye highlight does not want to lose.

Creating a grin grin on Erfan's lips, liking the sentence he had just heard, raised both eyebrows.

“OK! I really like the way you are, at least, I'll never meet you crying out for love, just to be with me,"

"Don't dream of you! I'll never beg for love, you just hold onto my words!"

"okay! so, we're just married, nothing more than a formality, and for the next time, we're going to live alone, and stick with our partners."

“OK deal ,“ Dara replied with emphasis, immediately reaching out her right hand forward, as a form of an agreement.

"Remember Ra! do not let, there is one person who knows about our marriage, especially Sarah my boyfriend, except our family." added Erfan, with a sharp look.

Still satirizing with Dara who nodded steadily.

"God can't know that either!" sahut Dara, do not want to hurt his lover, do not want to lose God.

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Dara and Erfan's wedding day arrived, the meeting will be held at Dara's house at eight in the morning, and the event will only be attended by family members and relatives, no reception, no reception, because both brides refused it.

Inside the white-painted room, Dara, just sitting quietly on her dresser chair, staring at her own appearance, from the reflection of the glass in front of her.

Making her stunned, by the perfection of make up on her face, made her even more beautiful, graceful and dazzling.

“You are so beautiful Ra,“ muttered slowly, enduring the cramping feeling, lamenting the wedding she did not want.

"Who are you dressing up like this for Dara?“ he continued, still with his face pinched, holding a clear circle behind his eyelids.

Back to God, the lover of his heart. To make her wish, if only, that her partner was a God, how happy her heart was, imagining a smiling God praising her beauty, just like always.

Making him throw his face, bowing his head withstanding the pain in his heart and his feelings.

“You are so beautiful dear,“ praise Bu Selfi, shortly after entering his daughter's room, approaching Dara.

Who was holding back crying raised their heads in a glance.

“Erfan and his entourage has come Ra, the marriage contract will begin soon, and you, will later go out of the room after legally being Erfan's wife yes,“ continued Bu Selfi, stroking gently his daughter's cheek.

Not making Dara make a sound, just mutely nodded slowly.

Because his heart, can only try, in accepting reality, with his positive thoughts, which are instilled in his heart and mind, that everything will be fine.

Meanwhile in the guest room, it has been filled with many invited guests.

Erfan, sitting cross-legged in front of Mr. Herman, wearing a white shirt and his black suit, without the nervousness of bowing his head.

“Please begin sir,“ decreed the ruler, sitting next to Mr. Herman, taking his eyes off of Alira nodded slowly.

"We started Sat?" mr. Herman said, extending his hand forward, about to shake the hand of his future son-in-law.

“I marry and marry you, Erfan Pratama bin Subrata with my daughter Adara Jelita bint Herman Santoso, with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a set of jewelry weighing twenty grams paid in cash.“

“I received the marriage and marriage of Adara Jelita bint Herman Santoso with the dowry paid in cash,“ Erfan replied in one breath.

Still looking at his smiling father-in-law so relieved.

“Where is legal?” penghulu voice.

"Well,“ answer all compact guests.

“Alhamdulillah,“ continued penghulu, immediately raised his two hands to read the prayer.

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