The Wasted Bride

Hanna

Arwaa has been so excited since this morning. He prepared some dishes to take to his father-in-law's house. Although Aldair had told him that it was not necessary, but his wife remained calm on the grounds that Hanna liked his cooking.

Even after last night Aldair agreed to stay at his parents' house, Arwaa immediately cleaned the clothes they would bring to stay for two days there.

Arwaa is indeed a figure that is easily liked by many people, because of its gentle nature and also easy going. No wonder her niece, Hanna, daughter of Attalaric, her brother, who was very difficult to open up to others after the departure of her mother, so easy to familiar de ningan Arwaa.

That's what she remembers when she first brought Arwaa to spend the weekend at her parents' house. His wife was able to get along with his nephew.

"Whose car is that?"

Aldair noticed the car in the house of his parents. He frowned, as far as he knew, his parents did not have such a car.

"YOURMA..."

The cry of the little boy shocked Aldair and Arwaa who had just got off the car.

"Hanna lamaang..."

Once again Aldair frowned in confusion, since when his nephew called his wife mother.

Haa...

Aldair sighed looking at his wife and nephew who looked closer. He seems to have missed a lot of things that happened in his family. He admitted, his fault, because it was always reasonable when their schedule spent time at his parents' house. Only when he first stayed there, after that only Arwaa who always spent his weekends there.

"Mother Hanna misses..."

The girl hugged Arwaa's neck tightly.

"Mother misses Hanna too. Sorry you just got here again." Arwaa stroked Hanna's hair lovingly.

The sight made the Arsawijaya family moved. Hayya's mother was seen crying while Mr. Ahmad embraced the wife, calming her down. They are Arwaa's in-laws.

So did the three adult men who were there, Aldair, and his two brothers, Attalaric and Arrazi. Among the three of them only Aldair and Attalaric were staring intensely at the interaction of the two women of different ages.

"Don't my son-in-law miss me too..." Temptation Bu Hayya spread out both his hands.

Arwaa smiled and approached her in-laws with Hanna who she was carrying.

"Momuu..." Arwaa hugged the mother-in-law, then crucified the father-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Arwaa said, his head was gently stroked by Mr. Ahmad.

"Wa'alaikum..." Her father-in-law and two grown men were on their side.

"You know, Hanna always asks when her mother's coming." Furthermore, Mr. Ahmad teased Hanna to make her grandson hide in Arwaa's neck while giggling in shame to make Arwaa smile and kiss Hanna's head.

"Oh yes, meet Attalaric and Arrazi, your dear husband's brother. Forgive them for not being at your wedding at that time. They're too busy with work, until the family itself is forgotten." Hayya ma'am snickered at her two sons making both of them smile clumsily.

Attalaric Resana Arsawijaya, a 35-year-old who is the first son of Arsawijaya couple, lives in the country of Uncle Sam, taking care of his startup business that he built with friends.

Then there is Aldair Gentala Arsawijaya, Arwaa's husband, at the age of 28 years he has replaced the position of the father in the company of his family.

And lastly, the youngest child of Arsawijaya couple just turned the age of 26 this year, Arrazi Mustafa Arsawijaya, he works as a surgeon, he works as a surgeon, and for the last 3 years he has volunteered in Afghanistan.

Arwaa cupped her hands together.

"Assalamu'alaikum.i am Arwaa mas Genta's wife." Arwaa's introduction that seemed formal made both her husband's brothers feel awkward while her in-laws just smiled looking at it.

"Ah... Wa. wa'alaikumsalam, I am Arrazi brother Al." Arrazi cupped his hands and nodded his head which was answered by a nod also by Arwaa.

Plastered

"Well!" Attalaric grimaced as his father hit him on the head.

"Hey brat you can't just touch your sister-in-law."

Attalaric glared at his upset father.

"Look!" Once again he shouted holding his waist which was pinched by his mother.

"Your eyes are your eyes!" Gemas Bu Hayya.

"You've been living in America for too long, so forget the manners in Indonesia." He continued to rebuke his eldest son.

"Dad remind you, honor Arwaa as brother-in-law. Even though he has married your brother, it does not change your status to mahram with him." Obviously, Ahmad.

Mr. Ahmad was a devout worshiper and often filled studies in every ta'lim that invited him. She was also a strict person to her children, even from a long time ago, she forbade them to date.

If you fall in love with a girl, fight her in a good way, that is by making it right, not by going out with a date. If you are not ready to get married, then increase your fasting and continue to improve yourself. Because, a good man is a good woman, and vice versa.

That is the advice that Ahmad always gives to his children. And of course, on Aldair as well.

Aldair stared at the distance from his wife's proximity to his family.

In his heart there was a feeling of worry to see his family love Arwaa. He was afraid that his family would not insult Fani as they would accept Arwaa later. He was not even sure that he would survive his father's anger when he knew the truth was happening. His father must have been very disappointed, his mother too, ah he meant all his family.

But what to say, rice has become porridge. Although slowly his heart was open to his wife, still the shadow of his beloved lover who was currently pregnant with his child, awakening himself not to expect much and exceed the limits.

He had promised Fani that he would divorce Arwaa and marry her. Not to mention the flash of memory of their togetherness that has been intertwined for 4 years, it was not a short time compared to the togetherness of him with his wife.

Aldair shook his head, sober himself, it is better for him now to be happy to see the closeness of the wife with her family, because at this time she is playing the role of Arwaa's husband, even though in reality they are indeed a married couple.

***

"Mother sleeps with Hanna..." Hanna who was lying on Arwaa's lap looked at the eyes of the woman she had considered her own mother with a pleading look.

"Hanna want to sleep with mother and uncle Al?" Arwaa smiled and gently stroked Hanna's hair.

"Not with Uncle Al mother, but mother, me and Daddy."

Arwaa is surprised to hear Hanna's request, she is confused as to how to explain it to Hanna if it is impossible.

"Honey don't talk like that." Attalaric baritone sounds made Arwaa breathe a sigh of relief.

Hanna woke up and looked at her father with a sad look.

"Why Daddy? Hanna misses mom and Daddy, Hanna can't sleep with mom and Daddy..." She looked at it with teary eyes.

Hanna, Attalaric's daughter, died when she was a year old, so she doesn't know much about the woman who gave birth to her. Not to mention the stress experienced by Attalaric because of the death of his wife made him leave Hanna with his parents. Attalaric shifted his grief by working, working and working, in the startup company he built with his friends in the land of Uncle Sam.

At the age of four years now, of course, Hanna misses the affection of her parents. Although she gets genuine affection from her grandparents, still, it is the affection of a mother and her father that she dreams of.

And it was in Arwaa that she could see the sincerity of affection, and the tenderness of a mother. Hanna therefore regarded Arwaa as her mother. Arwaa did not mind because it was her heart's desire to have a child with her husband, but it was impossible, so she had considered her husband's niece as her own child.

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