WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 66

Mr. Sofyan approached his daughter who was in makeup. "Sir, have you checked once again the preparation, Papa is afraid that there is still something missing. Make sure everything is ready" said Sofyan.

"Already, Pa." Lyra turned to face her papa.

"You're so beautiful, just like your late Mama." Sofyan hugged his son.

Lyra smiled happily.

But suddenly..

Yuck.. Yuck..!"

He closed his mouth and ran to the bathroom. Sofyan looked at him in wonder.

There he vomited all over his stomach.

Mr. Sofyan panicked and was worried to see his daughter's state.

"You all right? Do we need to call a midwife?"

"It's not necessary, Pa. Lyra just catch a cold, maybe because the stomach has not been filled since last night" he replied with a breath of boredom.

"So eager to prepare for this wedding, to forget to eat? quickly wash your stomach with eucalyptus oil."

A relative helped rub his nape.

"When do you start like this, Ly?" ask the paro-aged woman.

"It's been two days... But usually used eucalyptus oil is also good again" he said trying to smile.

"Typically symptoms like this are symptoms of pregnant women. But I'm sure you're just catching a cold." said his relative, continuing to oil the oil.

Lyra choked, her relatives guess was not wrong. In his womb has now grown the seeds of the man he hates so much. He was so disgusted when he remembered that unlucky day.

In his place, Aby fidgets to herself.

She knows today is her wedding day with Lyra, but why she herself is unsure. The shadow of Al and Anisa and Khaliza dancing in her eyes.

It was like seeing the four of them come together into one whole family.

"Astagfirulah.." Aby rubbed her face.

"I'm going to marry Lyra, but why does Anisa's shadow come to my mind? forgive the servant of Allah.."

"Assynolt..!" Aby was stunned to see the door. The people he had just imagined were now real at the door. He rubbed his eyes.

"Dad.." Al hugged him.

Aby felt awkward as she looked at Anisa.

"Please sit down, Nisa?"

Anisa just nodded and sat down. He felt surprised because Aby was still not ready, even though it was eight.

"Mas I didn't mean anything. I just wanted to ask, are you sure of your decision?" ask Anisa carefully.

Aby turned her face away.

"I don't know either, Nis. Why the more I come here I feel less sure. At first I thought that by doing this, I could get away from you, you could move on with your life, but gradually my heart could also accept Lyra. But..?"

Aby could not continue her words.

He looked down while massaging his forehead.

Anisa remained silent. He saw doubt in the man's eyes. But to convince him this time is useless. The show is in sight.

"Well, I'm just dropping off Al, I'm going straight to school."

Anisa came out of the house. When he was about to put on his helmet, Aby suddenly called out to him.

"Anisa, I don't understand why I should tell you. I want you to know, I'm not happy with this marriage."

Anisa put her helmet back on.

Just as he expected, Aby made up her mind in a confused state.

"If you're not sure, why do you keep going, Mas?"

"There's no way I'll cancel.. Let's just say what I say is just the wind then, don't take heart" he said smiling at the force.

"Mas, if I may take advice, don't continue this marriage."

"But I can't possibly cancel it, the invitation's already been spread out. I don't want to embarrass Sofyan sir. He's been helping me a lot all this time." complained Aby resigned.

"Mas, I know what happened to Lyra, and it's not your responsibility! You owe her father, but do you have to? sacrificing feelings just to return the favor? Are you going to repeat history by marrying her?"

Aby sighed softly.

Anisa knew exactly, because of the kindness of Aby, people often use it.

"You're being used by Lyra, Mas!"

Aby speechless. It justifies Anisa's speech. But he couldn't have ruined the plan that Sofyan's family had arranged.

Though doubtful he went too.

At home, Lyra and Sofyan feel restless because Aby has not yet appeared. The guests of the invitation have arrived.

"Ly, why isn't Aby here yet?" mr. Sofyan approached Lyra.

"No idea, Pa. The phone can't be called either." Lyra panicked.

He apologized to Sofyan.

"Sorry, sir, there's been an accident and the streets are jammed."

"Yes, the important thing is that you've come, I'm relieved."

"Can we start the show? I also have a schedule somewhere else" said Penghulu.

Aby and Lyra took a seat.

Lyra's lips did not stop smiling. He is happy because his dream with Aby can be realized.

Aby had almost said her mistress's hijab when Anisa and Arman came to stop the marriage.

" Please stop this marriage." said Arman loudly.

Lyra's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Mr. Sofyan became confused, as did the people present there.

"What's this?" ask Sofyan sir. His eyes looked at Arman.

"Lyra, can you explain it to Papa?"

"Let me explain Om." Arman is speaking.

"Shut up! I asked my son." Sofyan snapped making Arman bow.

"I'm sorry Lyra, pa. Lyras..." Lyra was crying.

Aby looked at Anisa.

Anisa nodded at him.

"I love Lyra so much, let me marry her. I will take responsibility for what has happened to him" Arman said.

Everyone praised his courage.

Sofyan looked at Aby.

"Sorry, sir. I married Lyra because I wanted to help her. He said Arman didn't want to take responsibility."

"I'm sorry, pa!" Lyra apologized with tears.

Mr. Sofyan was sitting in a doldrums.

"How's this? Is the wedding going on? If not, I want to go somewhere else" said Pengulu.

"Allow me, marry her, Om! I'll make it happy." Arman is at the feet of Sofyan.

"Give Arman a chance, sir."

Aby gave advice.

Despite his heavy heart, Sofyan allows Arman to marry Lyra.

"Ly, will you be my wife?" ask Arman sincerely.

Lyra nodded. They both smile.

Finally Aby gave her suit and peci to Arman.

The ijab kabul event between Arman and Lyra is finally over.

Congratulations, yes Lyra.. !" anisa said while she was touching Lyra.

"Thank you, Mba. Good thing you brought Arman in on time. Otherwise, I will regret for tying Mas Aby to a marriage she did not want."

"Thank God, it's not too late. And you have to give Arman a chance. He sincerely loves you. He also realized all his mistakes."

"One more time thank you, Mba!" Lyra held him tightly.

Arman who happened to be staring at them smiled full of haru.

"Nisa, do you know where Arman came from?" aby asked when they were on the bike.

"I accidentally heard when Bi Rosmah

Talk by phone with Lyra. Lyra told Mas Aby that Arman didn't want to take responsibility, right? But Arman pleaded with him.. He deliberately used Mas Aby to marry her. Of course that was the encouragement of Bi Rosma. From there I found out about Arman."

"Especially seeing your doubts this morning, makes me sure to help Arman."

"Alhamdulillah.. All these misunderstandings have passed." said Aby.

"Where are you going to go home or where did you go?"

"I want to take Liza in daycare, my bike's there too."

"I'll drive you there.."

Anisa breathed a sigh of relief. Something that had frightened him was now over.

He could not imagine Rosmah's reaction when he knew his plan to marry Aby to Lyra had failed.

"Thank you, God..!" he said gratefully.

Seriate.....

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