
The wall clock in the living room already shows the number 9, the seconds of the marriage contract that has been planned to be held.
Rakha came out of her room the night before stepping towards the place where the marriage contract had been prepared.
Currently Raka hopes that Dona does not come to attend the wedding ceremony, so that she can be free from this marriage.
all the guests started to fidget because the bride had not yet come, while Rakha was happy in her heart.
I don't know why he didn't want the wedding.
At 09:30 the penghulu and witnesses were already at the place.
Lidya and Laura look satisfied, They are happy with the failure of Rakha and Dona's marriage.
That means they can still enjoy the wealth of his stepfather.
"Where's the bride?" ask the ruler to Mr. Adhitama.
"Wait a minute, sir. It may be on its way" replied Mr. Adhitama.
"Alright then we wait another half hour," said pak penghulu.
They also returned to wait for the bride.
"Rakha, you don't call Dona" whispered one of their close relatives.
"The number is off, Bi," said Rakha casually.
He replied origin, because at this moment Rakha did not care at all about what happened to Dona.
He did not want to know the reason Dona who until now has not come to this day.
Instead, he hopes that the woman who has been his lover for 1 year does not come to the wedding ceremony today, he does not care about his pride and honor at all, the important thing is that her marriage to Dona didn't happen.
An hour passed, the ruler again asked the whereabouts of the bride who had not come since.
"Wait a minute" asked Mr. Adhitama.
Again Mr. Adhitama begged the pengulu to wait for his bride.
"Adhi, especially what we will wait, we have waited 1 hour but the bride has not yet come" said Lidya protested.
Lidya does not like to see Adhitama's attitude as if he really hopes his biological father's legacy falls into Rakha's hands.
"Yes, Adhi. Surely the woman was busy with her other affairs," Laura said as she glanced lightly at Adhitama.
"Quite, this is my son's wedding, however, today Rakha will still be married" said Mr. Adhitama firmly.
"You don't expect too much from that woman" Lidya reminded her half-sister.
Adhitama stared intently at Lidya, she did not like to hear the words of her half-brother.
"You if you say it is heard, then you will regret it yourself" said Lidya annoyed.
The quarrel between the half-brothers was witnessed by the guests there. They were silent, and did not understand what was going on between them.
As they argue, a car breaks into Mr. Adhitama's compound.
All eyes in the house turned to the car that had just been parked in front of the main door of the residence of Mr. Adhitama.
They saw the figure of a man who was estimated to be around the age of 50 and a woman younger than the man, the man was seen being swept by a man of stocky stature, while the woman stepped in her husband's steps.
Mr. Adhitama smiled as he saw the person he was waiting for was already in his house.
"Alright, Mr. Penghulu. The marriage contract can be arranged right now." Mr. Adhitama asked the penghulu to start his marriage contract event.
Rakha fused her eyebrows together, she did not understand what her papa was currently planning.
"Come, then" said Mr. Penghulu.
Somad stopped his steps when he was right in front of Mr. Adhitama.
Meanwhile, Siti watched carefully the house like a palace.
"Master, can I meet my daughter?" somad asked Mr. Adhitama.
It appears that the man begged Mr. Adhitama for his request to be granted.
"Finish your duty now" said Mr. Adhitama firmly to Ayunda's father.
He did not want to prolong the matter, as he currently wanted his son to marry Ayunda.
"Who are they?" rakha muttered in his heart.
He begins to wonder about the presence of Ayunda's two parents.
Rakha turned her head towards her papa as if questioning what exactly was going on.
God Aditama stepped closer to his only Son.
"Rakha, you must marry the woman you have chosen, this you do because you have chosen the wrong candidate for life," mr. Adhitama firmly explained what was really going to happen to his son.
Rakha was shocked to hear what his father said, he even more wondered about the presence of 2 shabby people who were now in front of him.
"What?" sahut Rakha raised both his eyes.
"Who will marry me, Pa?" ask Rakha in disbelief.
"Be quiet, after Ijab kabul you will know the bride" said Mr. Adhitama with a smile.
Rakha could not do anything more, he was forced to resign to the decision that his father had taken because now was not the right time to argue.
"Please, Mr. Penghulu," said Mr. Adhitama to the ruler who had been waiting to carry out his duties.
Laura and Lidya looked at each other, they did not expect that her step-niece would remain married after they dismantled the identity of the woman who had been Rakha's lover.
"Let's start the show" said Mr. Adhitama urged penghulu.
He won't wait any longer.
"Alright, die we start the wedding." Penghulu also began to lead the wedding ceremony even though the figure of the bride was not presented at the kabul ijab session.
"I married my daughter Ayunda Rahayu bint Abdul Somad with a dowry of a set of prayer tools paid for in cash" Somad said in a statement.
The condition of Somad who is currently still sick makes penghulu ask Somad to repeat his words.
Meanwhile from the 2nd floor, Ayunda looks sad at her father who is now marrying her to Rakha.
"I married my daughter Ayunda Rahayu bint Abdul Somad with a dowry of a set of prayer tools paid for in cash" Somad said.
"I accept the marriage of Ayunda Rahayu bint Abdul Somad with the dowry of a set of prayer tools paid in cash" said Rakha in a firm tone.
"How's witness?" ask penghulu.
"Well," said the ruler.
"Alhamdulillah," the plane of the guests who listened to the witness' speech.
They are grateful that finally the wedding procession went well.
Penghulu leads the guests to recite the best prayer for both brides.
After that the ruler asked God Adhitama to present a woman named Ayunda Rahayu.
Mr. Aditama gave a code to Erika to bring Ayunda down to where the marriage contract session was held.
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