The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 9
HIYA….THIS IS ME NOW
At 5pm, Zaky picked me up. The look is so stunning. This time it was as if I was looking at him with another dimension. I also do not want to lose, it seems that my appearance this time is also quite stunning Zaky. His expression was fixed and did not want to leave me. After saying goodbye to my parents, we left.
As soon as I got to the yard, I went looking for Zaky's car. I didn't see Zaky's car parked there, but another car I'd never seen. Not to lose my surprise, Zaky took my hand, and opened the car door for me. For what reason or.., this totality is called. Unmitigated, the latest sports car that he brought this time. Well, thank you for spoiling me today.
“This is not excessive , Zaky?”, my question
“If you want to make people run out, do not half-do Iaaanggg”, he replied casually
I smiled faintly, may this really be my victory. This is what I love about Zaky, full of surprises. In addition to other properties that are also not infrequently annoying. We leave.
This wedding party is held at home, it seems like the residence of the bride. Because as far as I know, Pram is not Surabaya. As soon as we got down, all eyes were on us. I pretended to focus on my dress tail, while Zaky walked over to me and took my hand. We managed to grab the attention of the invited guests. As if we were holding it.
I saw the courtyard of this house is quite spacious, as well as the house. The party is made in such a way, it is seen if the organizer is not an ordinary person. The party event was made lively with the accompaniment of local bands that were deliberately hired to enliven the event. Pram Rupaya gets a candidate that suits his dreams. Doubt is in me, lest I lose cool….
I put away my feelings of doubt and I stepped in with Zaky. From a distance I could see clearly, who was in the courtyard. Zaky stepped steadily towards the guarantee, so did I. It is this courage that sometimes not everyone has when attending a former wedding. It could be, you too. He.he.
Pram, stand saluting us. It was clearly visible on his face, nervous, angry and mixed with cynical gazes. Zaky and I were confident, feeling victorious. Without saying a word. We think this is enough. But there was something strange about the bride, she did not stand up to greet us. Pram's face was red. I honestly don't understand what's going on in front of my eyes.
“Oh yes knowin, this is my candidate Zaky,” smile of victory expands on the lips of Zaky while shaking hands with Pram.
I'm the winner this time Pram, my inner self.
After a few minutes, came someone who helped the bride stand up. Gosh, it turns out there's a shortage in Pram's wife, her legs are using auxiliary devices. After successfully standing up, she smiled towards me in a friendly manner. Apparently she doesn't know that I'm her ex-husband.
“Sorry, I can't stand for long. Please enjoy the party”, the bride is so friendly. Unlike Pram, his face was frozen as cold as snow. I was satisfied to see it, despite the guilt feelings towards the bride.
We finally got home. At the banquet at the party earlier I had heard the gossip of the invited guests. Indeed, being a staple when attending a celebration, especially the most interesting women moment is opening the disgrace of the host. I got free information there.
Gendis, the bride is the son of the property entrepreneur in the area. Reportedly his father was quite wealthy in the area. But some time ago, Gendis suffered an accident that left a permanent wound on his left leg. Long story short Gendis was betrothed to Pram. As expected, something is not right indeed. It turns out that there is already some lopsided news about Pram who married Gendis, his purpose is only for the inheritance of Gendis' parents. Tragically
We went home, on the way we didn't discuss anything. In my heart I am so thankful to God. If at first I ever lamented my destiny, which separated me from the Pram I once loved so much and left a deep scar. It was God's way of saving my heart from the wrong people.
Thank you for my destiny.
