Trying To Be Faithful

Akad

Seconds turn into hours, days become Sundays then reach the moon. The marriage of Akhtia and the Gods was in sight.

The marriage ceremony was held in a grand mosque in the city. The God family prepared everything. Raden and Hasna just followed.

They stayed at a hotel not far from the mosque. It was paid for by the God family. They were so enthusiastic about getting Achtia as his son-in-law.

Everyone is ready. They were waiting for the bride to come. The god, his parents and the witness are already sitting sweetly on the board seat.

Now, Achtia came from behind such a big door. When the door opened, all attention was on him. Achtia is so beautiful wearing a white kebaya with a charming sunda siger.

Sundanese traditional music strains also echoed, welcoming the arrival of the bride who transformed beautiful like an angel. Not only Akhtia, the bride's companion also became the center of attention of invited guests who were solemn guests at the wedding ceremony, namely Puput.

Puput looks so pretty that people whisper asking who Puput is.

Not only the invited guests, there were two men who were equally enchanted at the beauty of Puput. Airlangga and the Gods.

Yes, the two young men were enchanted at Puput.

God immediately turned his face away, he realized if he made a mistake. There was a woman in his heart that he had always loved.

Not Gods. Stopit! The whisper of God to himself.

Angela stared at the dislike, also at the same time sad because her husband was staring at another woman with a gaze that was not supposed to.

That's not how you look at a sister on her sister. Airlangga, do you have any special feelings for your stepbrother?

Angela looked at the Escape. His heart did not deny that the girl was indeed beautiful. His charm that has positive vibe, also his face is not bored to be seen. Yes, Puput is that sweet.

Akhtia sat beside the God.

"I received the marriage of Akhtia bint Raden with a dowry set of diamond jewelry, also cash of 205 million 20 thousand 10 rupiah. Paid for cash."

"How's witness? Right?"

"Well!"

In one breath, God managed to pronounce the ijab qobul. Everyone was happy, saying sukur was also clapping.

The series of events after events has been completed. The shooting session was over, now guests and families are welcome to eat the dishes that have been provided.

"Want to eat? Take it, brother."

"It can be alone." Puput immediately dodged as Airlangga approached him. The pupil goes alone to take food.

"When are you like this, Put? I'm sorry that you're wrong." Airlangga still follows Puput. The girl did not ponder and just focused on taking her food.

"Mr ...."

"I want to eat, Bang. If you eat, you can't talk. It's up to you to talk to yourself."

Puput back away from Airlangga. He walked while carrying the plate towards the table. There was Hasna who was feeding Nay.

"Why is bete that?" hasna asked when she saw her son pouting during the meal.

"Missure."

"Yes?"

"Devents."

"Why? He's a prank again?"

"Not."

"Continue?"

"Kesel aja's. You know, anyway big brother sprained with him, Bun. The man wants to be angry."

"Yes the sudden, there must be a reason, right?"

"Because he married. I'm in the same way as their marriage."

"Yes mother and others also sprained because the marriage is not what we expect."

"Well, get pregnant don't get married. That girl doesn't have much self-esteem either."

"Srr."

"Biarin, that's the truth."

Letting someone who is angry is sometimes the right choice. The more they are corrected the reason why they are emotional, the more the anger will become. Like a fire that continues to be given wood, it will burn even more.

Hasna just kept quiet letting her child with the feeling she was currently feeling.

When they finished, they went back to the hotel to get ready. The reception that will be held at the hotel will be held at 19.30 wib.

There was still time to rest, Hasna decided to take a nap because she felt sleepy. Raden was lying next to Hasna while playing his cell phone.

Tok to tok. Raden's room is knocked.

"What's wrong?" asked Raden when he opened the door. Airlangga was standing there.

"To the lobby for a moment, Pah."

"Why?"

"There's mom there."

Raden had expected his ex-wife to come. It was the decision of his mother and the family of the Gods if the birth mother of Achtia was not allowed to attend. Akhtia himself did not want his existence.

The woman was standing with her legs moving. Indicates he is holding back anger.

"What's wrong?" ask Raden. The woman immediately looked.

"What did you say?" ask her while shouting.

Realizing his ex-wife is about to make a fuss, Raden pulls her hand and takes her to the room. Hasna who was asleep was shocked made until she woke up.

"What's this about? Loh ...." Hasna was surprised to see who was in her room at the moment.

"Sorry, dear."

"What's up, Mom?"

"You're too much, Pah! I am also the birth mother of Achtia. I conceived and gave birth to her to risk her life. And what is this .. I wasn't even invited to her wedding. Superficial know!"

"This marriage is out of my control. It wasn't me who took care of and arranged this marriage but mother. You protested there with mom."

"Akhtia is your son, shall we. Why did you interfere? After all, if you're not rejecting the presence of Achtia, why is it suddenly so authoritarian?"

"Of course, this is all for the good of Achtia. With her marrying a God, Achtia was finally recognized by her mother. That's all that matters."

"So I don't matter? I'm her mother, Pah. I'm his mother, I'm supposed to wear that shirt." He pointed at the clothes Hasna was wearing.

"I should be in that position, not him. You ...." The woman turned her head and looked emotionlessly at Hasna.

"You don't deserve to be here. You who? You are only an outsider who has absolutely no rights to Akhtia or Airlangga. Get out ... get you out of here!"

Forgetting her current position, the woman pulled the hand of Hasna who had been sitting quietly hearing the debate between her husband and the mother of the child.

Hasna fell to the floor with her hand pulled firmly by the woman.

"God! what the fuck?" Raden attempted to remove the grip of his ex-wife's hand from Hasna.

People say a jealous woman is the most fearsome creature. His strength could be doubled out of nowhere.

"Awww, sick. Oh, my God, Mas."

"Go from here. This is my place!" the woman continued to pull Hasna's hand, no matter Raden clutched her hand tightly to stop the action.

"Take him off!" Raden tried to pull the body of his ex-wife, but that meant Hasna's hand was also attracted stronger.