The Wasted Bride

Mehmet Yazdi Al - Ghifari

'Kling'

The sound of bells attached above the entrance of the bakery rang, indicating that there were customers coming.

Arwaa, who was helping shop employees arrange bread and cakes in the storefront, stopped her activities to welcome customers who came.

"Welcome..."

Arwaa gave a smile to her aunt's bakery customer.

"Assalamu'alaikum" hail Mehmet.

"Wa'alaikumsalam sis," Arwaa smiled wryly.

"Tumben's own sister, Naina's not coming?"

They usually come together if they want to buy bread and cake.

"Naina is having activities on her campus. I just got back from Edmonton anyway, so you guys stopped by."

"Edmonton? So make a restaurant branch there?"

"InshaAllah. You know there is Al-Rashid Mosque which is always crowded by the Muslim Community. That's why I hope that by making branches there, our brothers will get halal food more easily."

Arwaa mangosteen, approves.

"Subhanallah. May God always ease the noble intentions of brother and family."

"Aamiin allahumma aamiin."

Mehmet's heart warms up to get a sincere do'a from the woman before him.

"So what do you want to order?"

Mehmet. "Oh, I ordered almond brownies with coffee to eat here yes, also 5 croissants, and 2 red velvet cakes to take home."

"OKs. Please wait, brother."

***

Mehmet Yazdi Al - Ghifari. A 29-year-old Turkish man. She and her family have lived in Toronto since her little sister was born, who else if not Naina Muzza Al-Ghifari. Like Turks in general, they both have a dazzling charm.

Especially Mehmet, with his large height, brown hair and beautiful eye color, also dense eyebrows that make women envious of him.

The two brothers had long been loyal customers of Aunt Claire's bakery, because in addition to the delicious taste, the, all the bread and cakes made in the shop were guaranteed to be pure even if the owner and the employees were not Muslims.

So they were quite surprised to find a Muslim woman who worked in the store, who was none other than Arwaa. So Aunt Claire introduced them to the niece. And since then the relationship of Arwaa and Naina, as well as Mehmet, became close.

Moreover, Arwaa who at that time still felt foreign in Canada, he was very happy when he got friends who were also the same religion as him.

***

"Please enjoy" just after Arwaa placed Mehmet's order on the table, it was still with a friendly smile on Arwaa's face.

"Thank you."

Mehmet sipped a little coffee order earlier that still feels hot. Before she held off Arwaa's long hijab.

"May you sit for a while no, I'd like to ask you your opinion on something."

Arwaa raised next to her eyebrows, before she nodded, asserting.

"What's up, brother?" Arwaa asked after she sat herself in the chair opposite the beautiful-eyed man.

"Yes... Look, as you know, the menu at my family's restaurant is an average Middle Eastern dish. And recently I was thinking of adding a typical Indonesian menu as well, what do you think?"

Arwaa nodded her head enthusiastically, agreeing with Mehmet's idea.

"Well, that's good, brother. I support once if you really want to add Indonesian menu in sister restaurant. In addition to making it easier for me to channel the longing for Indonesian food, I am also sure the surrounding community will definitely like the Indonesian menu, especially rendang. Wow, really steady it sis!"

Mehmet chuckled amusedly at Arwaa's childlike behavior bought a new toy.

"Yes, I thought of this when I remembered you."

"Eh?"

"Ah.. I mean, you are Indonesian, so I thought about your country too. In addition, I saw an advertisement on the internet about a restaurant in Indonesia that provides typical Nusantara food. The restaurant is highly rated and recommended by many people. So I was thinking of working with that restaurant on this. How's it?"

Forgetting about the spontaneous speech of the man before him, Arwaa again enthusiastically heard Mehmet's words about the cooperation of his restaurant.

"Good brother. I strongly support that decision. Wow, I can't wait to taste Indonesian food at sister's restaurant later."

Arwaa looked up, staring at the ceiling, imagining typical Nusantara food that would soon fill her stomach.

"Astaghfirullah, brother, cravings me to be."

"Nwantedam?" Mehmet frowned confusedly, not recognizing the foreign word.

"It's nothing brother. Hehe."

Arwaa chuckles to herself laughing at her silliness.

"Is it brother? I'm back at work huh, it's not good to eat a blind paycheck" whispered Arwaa pretending to be nervous.

"Haha, yes it's there. Thanks for your opinion."

Arwaa nodded by showing the hand that formed 👌 on Mehmet.

***

On the other hand, Aldair's life has become increasingly grim since the departure of his daughter.

He rarely spent time with his flesh and blood, but once he went to visit the princess, fatigue and fatigue must have been treated by a tiny hand that always held his finger warm.

And about Fani, the woman who gave birth to her daughter, Aldair completely decided everything related to that woman. Although initially, Fani still always tried to apologize Aldair, even until Pak Beni and Bu Ina even to beg him to accept Fani back, and give him a chance.

But the rice has become porridge. The love he once placed on the woman slowly faded with Alkia's departure. Especially when he found out that Fani had never taken care of their daughter at all, because the woman preferred to spend time with her friends, as well as to take care of herself, with a thousand kinds of reasons.

Sister wants to get married, so naturally dong if the sister takes care of herself. Sister just does not want to disappoint mas, because the physical sister who is no longer beautiful after giving birth.

Aldair shuffling hair, frustrated. He has lost everything, his wife, his family, and his daughter. All because of his own stupidity. It is little hope that Aldair can forgive and take it back after what he did to the woman. So did his family.

After the funeral of the princess, Aldair completely shut down communication with Fani, who according to him, the woman was the cause of her loss of loved ones. Although sometimes Fani always tried to contact and meet him, but that much he also ignored all about the woman who had filled his heart.

Everything changed, and so did he. Aldair became so cold and untouched by everyone. Every day he was just busy with his culinary business while waiting for news from Ryan quiet the whereabouts of his uncle.

No wonder if until now the culinary business is growing very rapidly because many people like it. He was happy not to play when one of the halal restaurants in the country famous for its Syrup maple wanted cooperation with him.

'Drrrt... Drrt.'s...'

Aldair glanced at his vibrating phone, he also saw the name 'Ryan' listed on the screen of his phone. He did not wait for long, he immediately picked up the phone that was always awaited by him.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"..."

"Seriously you?"

"..."

"Alhamdulillah. I'm there now!"

"..."

"Hmm, Wa'alaikumsalam."

Aldair went up and took the keys to the car on the table.

***

"Here's your interest" Aldair said as he stormed in when Ryan opened the door to his apartment.

"Ethdust. Assalamu'alaikum used to be cake" Ryan snorted.

"Sorrys. So happy to hear this news."

"Hehe... Wa'alaikumsalam."

Ryan rolled his eyes panted to see Aldair who immediately sat himself on the sofa without him piling up.

"Hurry and tell me what you got!" Seru Aldair impatiently replied by delikan his friend.

"Yes just a little shit."

Ryan walked lazily towards the sofa before picking up some sheets of paper on his computer desk.

"Nih, read first," just before the gondrong man opened the food he had asked Aldair.

Aldair's forehead shriveled as he read the paper Ryan had given him.

"So Jhonny Lau Dodger in China?" Ask Aldair to make sure.

"Yes. How, is there any chance your wife is there too?"

Aldair was silent for a moment. I don't know if he feels unsure if the wife is in the Bamboo Curtain Country.

"Jhonny Lau Dodger, a hospitality entrepreneur, is well-known in China" Ryan said with his mouth full of chewing food.

"I'm not really sure if my wife was there."

Aldair tapped his chin with his fingers before his eyes rounded and he kicked the table making his friend choke so hard that his eyes watered.

"Uhuk... Damn, it's usually cake. Uhuuk... Uhuuk..."

Aldair grinned the horse scratched his nape that did not itch.

"Sorry suddenly missed something" Aldair said, handing Ryan a bottle.

Aldair began to fall silent thinking of something that might lead him to his wife. He suddenly remembered the words of his uncle Arwaa at his family's residence, when he took Arwaa away.

'My decision seems to be getting rounder to take Arwaa to Canada...'

Canadian...

Canadian...

Canadian...

Is it possible that his wife was there, but why is Uncle Jhonny in China?

Aldair shook his head. Somehow he was more sure if the wife was in Canada, but where? Canada is not as big as moringa leaves after all.

Haa...

Aldair breathed heavily, looking up while leaning on the sofa. While Ryan just looked at the strange friend who suddenly looked happy and a second later became gloomy.

All about his wife was confusing for Aldair and it made him regret all the time that had been wasted because during their marriage, Aldair did not know a single thing about Arwaa, his wife, his wife, except...

"AH!"

Aldair suddenly exclaimed and got up from his seat. Fortunately, Ryan did not choke anymore because of it, although he was still made to be scowled by surprise.

'My mom's real Canadian...'

Aldair recalled what his wife had said about his mother, who was the first time they had spent the night together.

Right, there's a possibility that his wife is in Canada with her mother's family, and about Uncle Jhonny, maybe the man just drove Arwaa there before going to China.

That's the conclusion he got from all this.

Aldair's smile recalls that he also had an appointment with people who want to work with him in Canada next week.

It is like diving while drinking water. Aldair plans to find his wife while he is in Canada, after he completes his business dealings.

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