Forced to Marry My Maid's Son
Bridal Shirt
The love story between Akhyar and Sania has ended. Akhyar also ended his employment contract with the restaurant. He talked to Mr. Toto while continuing to wipe his face that felt sticky because of the cream of the cake.
The next day, in the morning, a chat from Andina went into Akhyar's phone. The woman sent me the address of a boutique. He was asked to come to the shop at thirteen.
I hate people who are not on time. While still in college, if there is a lecturer who is one minute late, he will immediately call the lecturer concerned. He does not hesitate to protest if there are lecturers who do not come without notice.
At exactly thirteen, Akhyar was already at Alya’s Boutique. He entered, thinking Andina was already inside. However, the person he wanted to meet was invisible. Only a woman behind the counter was in the boutique.
“Pak Akhyar, yes?” The boutique officer approached Akhyar.
“Iya.”
“Please enter, Sir.”
Akhyar thought Andina was already inside. He followed the boutique staff to the second floor. However, arriving at the second floor, no one was there.
“Why isn't anyone here?” ask Akhyar.
“Indeed should be today the boutique closed, sir. You see, today all employees are on vacation together to Bandung. That's already the boutique's annual agenda.”
“Continue, Mbak himself?”
“I have to take care of the boutique, Sir. Ms. Andina is a VIP customer at this boutique. Ms. Andina said, this is urgent. Hence, special open boutique Bu Andina.”
Akhyar looked around. “Where is Andina now?”
“Bu Andina hasn't arrived yet, sir. I know Mr. Akhyar because Bu Andina had already notified the boutique earlier.”
Akhyar clucked in annoyance. He took out his cell phone to check the clock. Fifteen minutes from the promised time. He tried to call Andina. Damn, the woman did not lift.
“You want to try the suit first, sir? Let me know the size of Mr. Akhyar first,” said the boutique official.
Akhyar gave up calling Andina after trying five times. He nodded. He decided to try one of the suits. The first coat was too loose. The second coat is too small. The third suit is a little more suitable, but still less fit in Akhyar's body. After trying the fourth suit, it really fits.
“Good, Sir. The size will be the same as this suit.”
“Then, I can go right, Ma'am?”
The boutique employee smiled awkwardly. He doesn't know what to answer. Usually, the couple who want to buy a suit and dress in the boutique always match their individual tastes.
“Do not want to wait for Bu Andina first, sir? Who knows Bu Andina needs Pak Akhyar's advice for her wedding dress later.”
“No need. He won't need any advice from me,” Akhyar said, walking towards the stairs.
Just as Akhyar set foot on the third rung, Andina appeared.
“Where are you going?” ask Andina.
“I want to go home. Break.”
“Ngak. Come on board.”
As Akhyar was about to pass Andina, two women ran up the stairs. Akhyar recognized the two women. Tasya and Clara, Andina's best friends. The three women were always together on campus.
“Akyar? Congratulations, yes. You're getting married to Andina. Either what pellets you give until Andina wants to marry you,” Clara said without caring about Akhyar's feelings. He looked at the man he was talking about from the tip of his foot to the tip of his hair. He didn't see anything special. Ian is so much better looking. And, most obviously, Ian comes from an established family.
Akhyar laughs.
Andina climbed the stairs. She stood beside Akhyar and grabbed her husband's arm.
“Don't talk like that, Ra. Your assessment will also definitely change if you know Akhyar more deeply. He's a good man. That's why I chose him to be my husband.”
Akhyar's forehead shriveled. He was not at all comfortable with Andina's attitude. Moreover, the woman is now forcing him to perform in front of Tasya and Clara spontaneously without any notice or discussion at all.
“As far as you are, Din. If I think, anyway. It's the wrong decision. You're really stupid to leave Ian for Akhyar.” Tasya passes through Akhyar and Andina. He deliberately nudged his elbow to Akhyar.
Andina almost fell because of what Tasya did. It was fortunate that Akhyar swiftly grabbed Andina's waist.
After Tasya and Clara climbed to the second floor, Akhyar snorted in annoyance. “What the fuck is this?”
“I've told you we should total in this lie.” Andina removed Akhyar's hand from her waist, then pressed her back against the wall. “They don't know what happened. They only know that I will marry you because I love you. I didn't tell you I was pregnant.”
“Why don't you just hide this wedding from them?”
“How is it possible? If they saw my stomach grow, they would ask. Already, you better follow this charade. You will not often meet them, kok.” Andina switched. He set his feet up one step of the ladder. “Wait. Why do I feel like you're being disrespectful today? Usually you always call me Ma'am Andina.”
Both of Akhyar's eyebrows were raised. “How can I call you Sister Andina, while we're getting married soon? Aren't you the one who asked me to do this charade in total?”
Akhyar smiled cynically. He passed Andina up to the second floor again. There, Tasya and Clara were frenzied looking at the wedding dresses as if they were getting married.
Having already finished choosing a suit, Akhyar sat on the sofa. He opened social media so that there was no need to see the annoying behavior of Tasya and Clara. He also did not care when Andina put the bag on the table in front of him.
“Pak Akhyar, how does Bu Andina look?”
Akhyar gasped as the shop clerk approached him after a while. Almost the phone slipped out of hand.
Akhyar raised his face. He looked at Andina who came out of the dressing room. His eyes did not blink looking at the woman who was wearing the bride's kebaya.
It is undeniable, Andina is indeed a beautiful woman. Akhyar who had not liked Andina because of the attitude of the woman also admitted it. Tiny face, sharp nose, eyes that are always aggressive, and also lips that expertly spread an alluring smile.
“Pak?” The shop clerk called Akhyar back with a big smile. “What Bu Andina is as beautiful as that until Mr. Akhyar does not blink.”
Akhyar. “Ngak, Ma'am. Danger's pretty. All the women who wear it must look beautiful.”
“What's wrong anyway admit Andina is beautiful,” ketus Tasya, which supported Clara with a nod.
“If you already know that, why still ask me? Andina is a beautiful woman. Whatever clothes she wears must look beautiful.” Akhyar standing. He was afraid he could not resist his frustration at the attitude of his two future wife's friends. “I go to the bathroom first.”