Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 8

Part 8's

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He had tried to shake off this unusual feeling. A taste that is not really desired. His heart continues to demand. The most difficult thing, when there is inner opposition. The war between logic and feeling. It tormented his days. In the last second he may have lost half his sanity.

Back to the right path. He never tried. It's not really easy. He wants to be honest with his feelings. It'swrong. But his other heart kept on sounding. Be louder and want to be heard. The only way he has to be at peace with his heart.

Is not God the One who turns his heart upside down. God wants himself like this.

What it feels like to be unwelcome, reviled and ostracized. All that he had ever felt.

The journey to this point is full of twists and cuts. He has metamorphosed into another figure. Maybe it's an escape from this phase of his life. But it is not the happiness he gets. It just gets further and further lost.

Until he forgot how to smile.

The sight before his eyes had perfected his disappointment. Should he accept this harsh reality? Or he must fight for a struggling conscience.

‘If I don't get you, I won't let you be happy with him.’

The reception is going on with great fanfare. Many invited guests were present even though the preparation of the event was very sudden. Ammar and Kirana as the king and queen sit in the temple. Such a beautiful view. Cute and beautiful maximum. Clad in a golden dress, increasingly perfecting the beauty of Kirana. Ammar unceasingly looked at his wife. While his hand continued to hold onto Ki's fingers.

“You are beautiful once, Ki.” Ammar looked at his wife's face.

Kirana blushed in shame.

“Abang, don't do it donk. Would like to be seen by people.”

“Sst. Brother doesn't care. Now you are the wife of Abang.” whispered Ammar softly in Ki's ear.

Kirana's face shone with embarrassment. Some guests noticed the affection of the two brides. They come with smiles.

Rashid-cousin Ammar who had just come fifteen minutes ago seemed so happy to see his brother with his chosen girl. After greeting some relatives, he approached his brother at the pelaminan to congratulate him.

“Alhamdulillah, finally my brother married also.”

They hugged each other and patted their shoulders.

“Gak sabaran very,” whispers in the ear of Ammar. Rashid had noticed Ammar's attitude, whose hand was not separated from Kirana. While Ammar chose not to respond, only to smile. Because he understands, if serving Rashid can be the length of the chat.

“Ntar Lu nginep here. Son has prepared a room for Lu.”, Ammar told his cousin's sister.

Before moving on, Rashid also congratulated Kirana by laying his hands on his chest.

“Happy sister-in-law. My brother will be happyin brother born inner. If you can all kinds call Rashid,” said the man who had yewokan while patting his chest. Ammar is just a prick. Want it feels like he punched his brother so as not to carelessly talk. They are familiar and used to being joking.

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While Son did not appear among the many guests present. It only briefly looks no longer than five minutes. He chose to sit alone in a quiet place. This isn't the party. His job is to help take care of the event. And he did it perfectly. Right now he is focused on himself.

Half-time of ten the party is over. Most of the guests have gone home. There are only a few relatives who are still chatting. Ammar and Kirana have been in such a beautiful bridal room. Today was exhausting for this couple. From morning until night they had not rested. Especially for Kirana. If Ammar because he is used to hard work, so it is not so pronounced.

Ammar is very happy. It feels like a dream to get through today. Early encounter with Kirana. He smiles to himself. Kirana looked tired and sleepy. He noticed Ammar's attitude which he thought was strange.

‘Kok. What is it about my husband this’

“What's Bang?"

Kirana ventured to ask. He was worried that something was happening to him that made Ammar act unnaturally.

Ammar snapped from the daydream.

“We pray two rakaat first huh?” take Ammar to Kirana who is now his wife.

“Iya, Bang.”

Kirana stepped into the bathroom to grab some ablution while cleaning up the rest of the makeup.

After the congregation of sunnah prayers, Ammar prayed and rubbed his wife's forehead. As he has seen in religious films. Heart's beating.

‘Ah what feeling is this?’

“Ki tired? ammar asked as he touched his wife's cheek.

Kirana wants to nod. But if she's honest, she doesn't want to disappoint her husband. His eyes are only five watts. He also did not dare to look at Ammar's face which is now only an inch away from him.

“Ki want to perfect tonight?” whispered Ammar lirih. Ki's hair starts goosebumps.

This time Ki just closed his eyes. He was unable to open his mouth. Is not silence an answer. Instantly his body felt cold hot.

“But very. Who the hell,”gutu Ammar.

“Let Ki open the door, Bang.” Pinta Kirana for seeing Ammar's annoyed expression.

“Do not..! Ki just here, let Brother who ngadepin.” Ammar tidied up his clothes, then stepped up and opened the door. Son's face poked out behind the door.

“What's up?” ammar asked Son with an annoyed mimic.

“Sorry if you disturb. But this is very important.” replied Son flat.

“Okey. Outside just chat.” Ammar immediately closed the pinta. He did not want Son to see Kirana who was lying on the bed.

‘Can big profit tuh anak’

“Tell me, fast!” ammar said without looking.

Son was happy to see Ammar's face. As usual Son always shows a stiff face that is difficult to guess.

“Fire factory.”

“Astagfirullah. How can it happen?” Ammar looked at Son. His eyes were sharp asking for answers.

“In my opinion, Mr. Ammar should be there to find out more.” he explained.

“Okey I change clothes first.” Ammar went back to his room.

He hurriedly changed his nightgown.

“Bang..! Ki got up and approached.

“Ki, sorry Brother came out for a while. Factory fire.”

"Astag."

“Ki can come, Bang?”

Ammar shakes.” Ki just wait here. Brother soon back.” Ammar answered while stroking his wife's head.

“Abang be careful, yes!”

"Yes Ki, baby."

With Son, Ammar headed to the factory. Son behind the wheel drove the car quickly. Meanwhile Kirana was waiting in the room with an uneasy feeling. Just as he was about to break down, there was a knock on the door. Rush Kirana wearing her instant hijab.

“Sorry, Miss Ki. I asked Mr. Ammar to pick you up soon” said the man standing at the door.

Ki seemed to think for a moment. Stand sculpting.

“What you don't believe, Miss!”

“Not.so I was asked to wait.”

“Something has happened, Miss!”

“What ? explain!”

“Later in the car I explained. Come Miss, I can be scolded by Mr. Ammar later.”

“Good, wait a minute I want to change clothes.”

“I don't think necessary, Miss!”

“Masak pack nightgown.” Sergei Kirana.

“Please faster Miss.”

Only two minutes later, Kirana had met the sturdy man.

“Come follow me, Miss!”

Unsuspecting Kirana followed the man towards the parking lot.

In the car the man immediately paralyzed Kirana so that the girl was unconscious. He smiled with satisfaction because he could carry out his mission smoothly and quickly. Immediately he flushed Kirana's body behind. He himself moved straight ahead. The car drove quickly in the silence of the night. He took the girl far away from the city of Surabaya.

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