When you kissed me

37. Gibran rages

The morning cannot be avoided. At exactly five in the morning, Moli's body felt hit by a very powerful earthquake. On the bed from under her blanket, Moli did not move at all though, someone out there was shaking her and tugging at her blanket.

Papa, it must be papa. Seeing the tenderness of my mother yesterday, this has been made sure it is not her.

His voice was loud, sharp yet shrill full of threat. From behind his blanket, both ears Moli can only listen to the babysitting that his speech sometimes crossed the line.

“Moli! Hurry up!” it was the first call, and Moli was still curled up.

“Moli! Wake up! Take a shower, MUA has come. You can be late.” Moli remained silent, even though the papa's voice was getting ear-piercing, even if there was a possibility in the slap again, Moli would not care. Even if his papa drags forcibly, it remains one word, NO MATTER!

“Ma!” yelled at Mama who just stood still not far from him. “Help wake up Moli dong! Mama is just diem aja.” The hardship with his hands was still trying to pull Moli's blanket. Actually it was easy, but because Moli pulled back the blanket so, it was difficult.

“Mama can what? Moli doesn't want it, right?” Mareta threw away her face. Mareta was already caught off guard by her husband's excessive and heartless behavior.

“Mama!” This time Gibran took off his pull and stood up, tracing his waist and glaring sharply.

While the woman behind the blanket, Moli actually increasingly bowed to tighten the blanket even tighter.

“What?! Mama tired yes, look papa who does not have a heart like this.” Mareta reply glared. This was the first time that Mareta had dared to go against her husband.

“But the kobul ijab will start in two hours, Ma!” his voice is rising again. The two do not know how Moli is in a blanket that has been flooded with tears.

“That's papa's business! Who planned all this? Papa right? Finish it yourself.” Mareta then chose to approach Moli. Mareta was aware of Moli's cries from Moli's visible gestures.

“Enough, Ma!” yelled Gibran frustrated. “Intinya, wake up Moli! Get him ready! Anton's family is coming soon.” Gibran passed with still rising anger.

Mareta did not care, what she worried about at this time was certainly the state of Moli. Slowly Mareta pulled the edge of the blanket that covered the head of Moli. Once successfully opened, Mareta can immediately see how the condition of Moli's face is currently. Wet, puffy with reddened eyes.

“Moli..” call Mareta slow.

“Ma..” Reply Moli down. “Moli won't marry, Ma. Please persuade Papa again.. I don't want to, Ma.”.

“Iya, darling. Mama has tried to persuade papa, but want how again. papa can not be denied,” Sesal Mareta. I want to help but I can't.

Geck! Geck! Geck! The door was knocked hard.

“Mrs! Madam inside?!” a familiar voice called out her name, Mareta immediately turned the body. Looks like something's wrong.

“Iya, Mbok. What's up?!” shout Mareta.

“Master, Nyoya... Mr. ngamuk.”

Jem! Mareta suddenly rounded her eyes as soon as the sound from the doorway called her husband's name in a bad state. No doubt with Moli, because he felt surprised, Moli immediately sat down and quickly rubbed her wet face.

The two glanced at each other at a glance, then they joined hands and went straight out of the room.

“How to buy, mbok?” mareta asked confused.

“That, New. Below..” Simbok led his master to the edge of the second floor.

Sure enough, down there, Gibran was pecking at someone. The two people were sitting while holding hands tightly. They looked very frightened as soon as they saw Gibran getting angry.

Y'all know? Those two people, Moli knew him very well. They are not strangers. The two people are none other than those who once destroyed their good times in high school first.

“Diki? Lia?”

By grabbing his mother, Moli immediately ran down the stairs. Mareta and the symbol that followed Moli in the back.

“You...” said Moli as soon as he got below. Diki and Lia looked at each other at the same time. If observed, these two people look like they are holding something.

“Hai, Mol. How are you?” greet Lia with her lips slowly widened. Moli just cringed dislikes. Lia didn't bother about it, she knew she was wrong.

While Gibran who still harbored anger, already embraced by Mareta. Mareta led him to sit down to be calmer.

“You know them?” gibran asked as soon as his strapping body had landed on the soft sofa. Moli nodded.

“You know?” Gibran was still staring at Moli who was retorted with astonishment. “These two people have dared to vilify Anton. Are you guys conspiring?”

Of course Moli immediately pulled her head back in surprise. Seeing them both feels lazy, why conspire?

“Om, listen to our explanation first.. We have the proof,” said Diki. Moli curious. What does that mean evidence? The charges turned into accusations. Are these two guys gonna hurt Moli?

Now it's about to hit the road, just over an hour away, Anton's family is coming. Even in the main room there may already be some important guests coming. After entering, actually Diki and Lia were immediately surprised by the atmosphere in the Moli house. They can certainly guess, this will be a marriage that is soon to take place.

As soon as he heard the rumors about the wedding news of Moli and Anton, Diki was immediately shocked. He thought, maybe this is an opportunity to apologize to Moli.

“What proof?! If you go out, I'll imprison you for defamation.” Still glaring sharply.

“Iya Om, please. I'm doing this because I still have the same guilt as Moli. My wife and I would not be calm if I did not tell you all this.” Clearly Diki while still tightly grasping Lia's hand. Moli had glanced at him fiercely. But his curiosity kept him quiet and listening.

“Say said! Don't convolve.”

Diki looked at Lia for a bit, then turned to look at Moli and now looked at Gibran.

“Anton was not a good person, I knew him a long time ago. He's got so many mistresses.”.

“You said it earlier!” cut Gibran as if he did not accept if the prospective son-in-law in contempt.

“Sorry, I just want to repeat so that Moli can also listen from the beginning.”

“Ya. Whatever!”

“I've seen him date different women every day. I was surprised to see Moli getting married to Anton. That's why I immediately searched Moli's whereabouts and found out her home.”

Gibran still seems to be in disbelief. “Show me the proof! Don't beat around the bush.”

Diki took a breath, exhaled slowly. “Alright.. hopefully with this evidence, Om can immediately cancel this wedding.” Diki looked at Lia, and Lia directly thrust her phone towards Gibran.

“This, Om. Please see for yourself..” Lia thrust the phone slightly trembling.

No one dared to approach Gibran. Whether it's Mareta or Moli, you can only see the look on Gibran's face that you can't guess. In sight, Gibran simply knitted his eyebrows together, staring at the phone with perfectly rounded eyes. When the triangular-shaped middle button was pressed, everyone was immediately shocked and closed their mouths. Maybe not for Diki and Lia, because they had already seen all of that first.

Gibran was still staring at a disgusting video with frowning eyes and a slightly raised left cheek. If Mareta and Moli did not see but, of course, their ears could hear clearly the sound of the video.

Mareta and Moli looked at Gibran questioningly, maybe they both knew the content of the video from the hoarse sound of a woman's sigh inside. But Mareta and Moli are still curious.

“Badness!!” Gibran shouted furiously after closing the phone. Just imagine how Gibran is doing right now. Angry, disappointed and unexpected. That's how.

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