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237. I can finally get married again

"That's because I came to save you, May. I saw your face on a secret website about human trafficking. And I'm also the one who bought you. Because that's all I can do so you don't get taken by a striped-nose guy" Sofyan explained.

Word by word it went straight into Maya's heart, feeling warm in there. He certainly remembered how much money Mami had received for her pride, which was fifteen million dollars. Which may be if it is broken up to 220 billion.

Nominal is really very big, Maya's whole life she's never had that kind of money.

"Bad is very kind. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for helping me."

Maya to drop her body in front of Sofyan was about to prostrate, she felt very grateful to the man. Maybe if there is no Sofyan, somehow fate later.

"You don't have to be like this, May." Sofyan pulled the girl's arms together to make her stand up, then invited her back to sit next to him. "But I'm sorry about everything I've done, I'm sorry, May."

"If I was really drunk last night, it's not your fault. I don't remember anything either." Maya doesn't remember at all. She was disappointed, sad and ashamed to hear what Sofyan had told her. But apart from that all—important he wasn't to the point of being tainted. "The money you give to buy me later I will change, I will work at your home. I'll be a maid and I won't have to be paid until my debt is paid."

It may be a lifetime, but Maya doesn't mind.

"No need to overdo it, May. You also do not have to assume all the debt. I sincerely help you," said Sofyan sincerely. "But now there's a little problem, you can't easily go back to Indonesia."

"Why? Is it because I'm sold out?"

"Because your identity doesn't exist. Mommy eliminated it. There's one way, but I'm scared myself if you don't want to." Sofyan let out his breath heavily. His heart immediately beat fast.

"What way? Do I have to sell myself here?"

Sofyan shook his head quickly. "You and I should get married." Sofyan's words suddenly made Maya round her eyes.

"You mustn't misunderstand me first ...." Sofyan moved his hand, he knew Maya would be surprised to hear this. "I'm not here to force you. And the reason for getting married is because later you can go home with the identity of being my wife, you must understand, don't you mean?"

Maya is seen silent with a blank look, she freezes in her seat. I don't know what she's thinking, but it seems like she's digesting what Sofyan said.

"I know it must be hard for you. You don't like me anymore, May. But this is the only way. And ...." Sofyan paused his words for a moment. It felt very heavy, but it felt like he had to say it. "We can get divorced when we arrive in Indonesia if you really feel objection."

'But hopefully not, ' Sofyan's inner self.

Maya rounded her eyes wide. 'Married here and divorced in Indonesia? Doesn't that sound like playing with a wedding? I even want to get married once in a lifetime. But with the man I love. But what do I do if this is? Mr. Sofyan has been very kind to me.'

Pretty long Maya was silent, until thirty minutes finally she could make a decision.

"Yes, I'm willing, I want to marry you."

Maya's answer was amazing, very satisfying. Sofyan was stunned by the thousands of butterflies that seemed to perch in his heart. She's so happy.

Maybe if Rizky was here, they'd already hugged.

'Does this mean that my dual status is over? Asik! Papa's married, Riz! Marriage!'

***

"How are the witnesses?" ask the gentleman who is in front of them.

"Well! That's right!" yell some people over there. Aldi Included.

"Alhamdulillah, you are legal to be a couple," said Mr. Penghulu again then promised do'a.

'Alhamdulillah O Allah. I was finally able to remarry for the third time. I wish this was the last one. I want Maya to be my soul mate, ' Inner Sofyan.

Although their marriage seemed impromptu, but all was complete. Sofyan and Maya wear wedding dresses.

Sofyan wears a white suit with a black bow tie. Maya wears a long white dress. She was also dyed and certainly very beautiful.

There is a pair of wedding rings, both of which have a small diamond in the middle. But unfortunately looks great on Maya's ring finger when Sofyan pinned it. So switch to put it on the middle finger.

While the ring for Sofyan was just the opposite, he was even small and only fit on the little finger.

Sofyan looked at Aldi's face with frustration, because he was the one who prepared everything. But behind it all he was very happy, happy because he could interfere with Maya.

Maya kisses the back of Sofyan's hand when she is done exchanging rings, then Sofyan immediately draws her lips closer to Maya's forehead, to kiss her at a glance.

"You're beautiful, May. Like an angel who came down from heaven," Sofyan said. Maya just smiles. 'I guess I can't, yeah. Do the first night with Maya? Ah but go home first, later when he arrived in Indonesia he immediately asked for a divorce how? There will be a heartache.'

"Face here, sir, Miss Maya. Let me take a photo" said Aldi, next to him was a photographer.

Sofyan and Maya face him straight away, just a few photos of chekrek only and it also does not move from the seat.

***

"So seriously, we're on a plane and we're not changing clothes, sir?" asked Maya hesitantly when her right hand was held by Sofyan, they were now walking at the airport. To get on a plane.

They still wear wedding clothes. Even Maya herself looks hard to walk because the dress is quite long.

"Seriously, that's good. Let everyone know we're married. I'm so happy, May," Sofyan replied with a smile. Even since the completion of kabul— both cheeks of men aged it looks red like a tomato. It was like he was in love and in love.

After entering the plane they immediately sat next to each other. Sofyan ordered a seat in the VVIP class, the sofa felt soft and comfortable.

"Aren't you drunk on a plane, May? I've got crackle plastic, candy, medicine and wind oil." Sofyan immediately showed the item he picked up in his suit pocket.

A plastic white crackle, various kinds of candy flavors. From the sweet taste, asem and can also relieve the throat. And the last one is a medium-sized bottle of wind oil.

Maya shakes. "No, Sir. Thank you," she refused.

"Either. Eemm .. Now we're married, don't call Dad again dong, May."