
Dariush smiled and looked up at Daddy Davis for approval. Only the Dominique family was able to read the meaning of each other's gazes.
Though nothing was thrown from the lips of the son, but Mr. Dominique already understood that Dariush asked for help in order to get married this very second. “OK, I'm helping you get married now, but after this go straight to the hospital,” Daddy Davis said. Rather than the longer the business there is and Dariush never be treated, he better grant Dariush's request.
“Thank you, Dad.” Dariush can give a smile.
Daddy Davis immediately swung his feet towards the part that took care of the wedding. He's negotiating to get priority.
Dariush and Alceena were served first. They interrupted a lot of people who had been waiting since. Both are required to submit documents for registration.
While a pair of brides filled in the personal data, there were visitors who filed a protest. Too focused to ask officers to put Dariush first, making Daddy Davis forget to give explanations to others who also have the same interests.
“The rich don't know the rules! Culture is important!” reprimand one of the visitors who do not know the conditions experienced by Dariush because there are too many people.
Daddy Davis, who was sitting waiting for the child to finish registering the marriage, pulled out his wallet. He took all the cash he had left. It turned out that there were only twenty pieces of five hundred euros and ten pieces of one thousand euros.
The business magnate stood up and stared at the entire visitor there with sharp eyes. “Pardon my family for not following the rules. We were in a desperate condition, my son had an accident on the way here. Understand please. And for those of you who feel aggrieved, please ask for compensation in the registration section.” He raised thirty pieces of money.
“Sorry, we do not know,” replied the visitor who had protested.
“No need to compensate us,” added another visitor.
However, Daddy Davis still left the compensation to the marriage registration section. Think of it as a thank you.
Dariush and Alceena along with the rest of the family were directed to a room to pledge their wedding vows.
In Finland, every citizen can choose one, between being married in their own faith or country. In his alakadar condition, Dariush and Alceena married recognized state.
Dariush married Alceena wearing only a dirty, broken, and untidy suit. Plus drops by drops of blood still came out of the hands.
Married people should be shrouded in happiness, but Alceena just kept crying. He couldn't stop the tears from coming out.
But, another thing with Dariush who continued to smile while holding the hand of the woman in front of him who was pregnant with his descendants. Blood was also on Alceena's hands. “Adaire Alceena Pattinson, I accept you as my wife, and promise to love and serve you under any circumstances. I will never leave you for the rest of my life, unless death do us part He made the wedding vows loud and sure.
Alceena still hiccups because she could not resist the sadness of seeing her man who was very pale. But, she continued the marriage as per Darush's request.
“Dariush Doris Dominique, I accept you to be my husband—” Alceena also said the same promise.
Dariush and Alceena officially became a couple. In a very dramatic situation, they finally got married.
“Sorry, the ring was left in the penthouse. So, for now can only give you our first kiss after officially becoming husband and wife,” said Dariush. He grabbed the nape of Alceena and fused his lips with his wife.
The newlyweds pitted their tongues in love.
‘At the very least, if I die today, I return to the Creator in the condition of being the husband of the woman I loved from a long time ago,’ Dariush said in his heart.
The kiss that had been so smoldering, was slowly starting to get powerless. Dariush suddenly drowned in the arms of Alceena.
...*****...
...Couples who love to skit for each other's attention, eventually resulting in a dramatic approach, a dramatic marriage, and a dramatic end as well....
...FINISH .. and I ran to Mars to be protested...