We Finally Married!

Stalker

Sixth of April

Namira had to call Arnav early in the morning which made the man surprised but happy.

"It's the first time he's called me first." Mumbled Arnav pleased.

"Hello my future wife. What's up?" Goda.

"The file please be ushered to my house. Before Arnav leaves for the office!" Namira.

"Ready boss!" Arnav God.

"Truly a woman of prestige." Mumbled again.

The man immediately prepared files such as coffee photo identification, Family Card, and photos.

Before going to the office, the man headed to Namira's house and it turned out that the woman had been on his motorcycle in neat clothes.

"It's still morning. Is the Civil Office open?" Ask Arnav.

"I should have come early avoiding the queue." Answer Namira.

"A lot of people want to get married?" Arnav asked again.

Namira just shrugged and took the file from her future husband. He put it in his bag and left. Arnav is just a head-scalp.

Once on the main road, Namira feels someone is following her.

"Is it just my feeling, huh? That guy seems to be following me. Try me to find a small way." Mumbled.

Sure enough, someone with a motorcycle behind him was still following him. Because the girl turned her motorcycle on a small and quiet road, Namira was forced to stick the gas hard for fear of being intercepted on the small road. Upon arrival at the Civil office he breathed a sigh of relief. The figure of the man wearing the mask also came down from his motorbike.

"Will he register a marriage? But why stalk me down a little street that not many people know about?" Inner Namira.

Namira waits until the person takes the queue first. The masked man was waiting in the waiting chair. Inevitably the girl ended up writing the guest book, picking up the queue, and waiting. He went straight to the administration office and collected the files. Someone checked while asking for the wedding date.

"I'm sorry, but the weekend service has to go through a special line. We can only get married in working hours." Say that father.

"It's okay sir. Special paths are okay." Answer Namira.

"alright. I will give an invitation to mbak and prospective husband tomorrow at 1 pm, can I?" The father asked back.

"Can it be represented?" Namira asks who knows very well that Arnav will not be able to.

"I'm sorry can't be represented. Or is 12pm the same as the break?"

"Good sir. I went out for a while to contact my future husband." Namira asked permission.

He immediately contacted Arnav.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Ask for a voice across the phone.

"Mas, will tomorrow at 12 noon be able to come here with me? Because there are some provisions that we have to fulfill." Namira Bright.

"No problem." Answer Arnav. Namira immediately turned off her phone. He realized the man was watching him.

Arnav calls him back because they feel their conversation is not over yet but the girl does not answer him.

"Go to the 20th and see how your prestige will fade!" Inner Arnav while clenching his hands because of anxiety with the behavior of his future wife.

Namira returned to the room and the father printed an invitation.

"Please tell me if I typed wrong. Is the name of the future husband Arnav Dirga Raiza correct?" Ask.

Namira nodded steadily. He felt angry as if someone was staring at him.

"Sir, this marriage is more complicated than it is." Suddenly, the sentence is triggered from Namira's mouth hoping that the person watching her listens.

"Explain tomorrow to the marriage psychologist." Sahut the father.

Namira already has no idea how to. He walked out of the room and the man entered the room.

"Is he the queue number after me?" His inner. He looked at the guest book and did not write the next queue. Indeed the Civil Office looks deserted at that hour.

"Sir, was the man about to register a marriage? Or is there some business?" Namira ventured to ask the guest bookkeeper.

"Can't you ask through mbak?" Namira pointed at the guard woman.

"Yes I tried to explain but he insisted on meeting the administration inside. He said to compare the special path with no." The light of the woman.

Namira is getting suspicious. He decided to go home before meeting the man again. Not forgetting he took a photo of the man's motorcycle.

Along the way the girl searched for a crowded street. He was so worried. Some incoming calls from Arnav he still ignored.

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The masked man pretended to ask the administration about public and special line weddings. Although it can be asked in the guest book section, he asked for rates and others when his eyes refer to the files stacked there. Just look at Namira Inggrid's name. He wanted to make sure his ears didn't hear him wrong. Namira is getting married to Arnav. He has to make sure again.

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Namira is still scared. He immediately closed the door and the window curtain when it was still daytime.

Mom, I'm scared!

He subconsciously typed a message to Arnav.

The man read it and became worried. Arnav calls Namira back but there is no answer.

"How do I detect where someone is?" He panicked at Tama and Raja.

"That's the application. But for now it can be seen from his mobile card checking." Answer Tama.

"What's the name of the app?" Arnav asked again while shaking his phone.

"Search in the Mas Store!" Reply Tama.

Arnav took his jacket and took the motorcycle. He headed to the Civil office but before he left, his phone rang.

"Mas, I'm home. I'm okay!" Namira said across the phone.

Arnav didn't bully him. He turns off the call and heads for Namira's house.

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Someone rang the bell and Namira started to get scared. He called Arnav.

"Hello, Arnav's in front of my house isn't he?" Nervous ask.

"Yes. Quickly open the door." Arnav's Order.

Namira opens the gate allowing Arnav to enter with his motorbike. The two enter the house and Arnav suddenly hugs her.

"Tell me what's going on." Arnav said while drowning Namira's head in his chest.

"I'm fine." Answer Namira lirih.

"We agreed to talk about anything." Typal Arnav while releasing his embrace.

"Let's sit down and have a drink first." Bring Namira. He felt bad interrupting Arnav's working hours.

"There's someone stalking me." Namira opened their conversation while giving Arnav a cup of tea.

"What's the guy like?" Arnav asked while clenching his hands.

"I don't know. He wears a mask. I just took a picture of the bike." Namira answered while remembering the incident this morning.

"If my hunch is right, it'll be easy to find who he is." Arnav gulped his tea unceremoniously.

"Be calm. Gate key. You don't have to close all the curtains like this. I went back to the office to make sure." Arnav is gone.

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