Who is he really

"Are you preparing the luggage to be brought to Indonesia?" Asked Cynthia to Alena who was packing her suitcase.

"Well, I've put it all in. There's not much I'll take because I'm only home in about a week. I need my parents' blessing to marry Nizam. My flight tonight is eight past four-five."

"Are you really not going to change your mind?" Cynthia asked as if to emphasize once again the huge risks that will be faced by Alena.

Alena stopped putting her personal belongings into a suitcase. She was stunned then sat on the bed. "I don't know, Cynthia. My mind is still confused and I don't understand. Between not sure and I'm sure. I can't imagine how my parents would react when they found out I was going to be a second wife." Alena covered her face with both hands.

"What really happened to Nizam. Who is he really? Why did he suddenly ask me to be his second wife?"

"I have explained yesterday. The possibility of his being arranged by hisparents. Alena now what you have to think about is when will Nizam come to propose to your parents, when will the wedding be held? If you are married, where do you want to live?"

Alena was pensive instead. Then shook her head weakly.

"I don't think you should go back to Indonesia yet. Wait for a clear confirmation from Nizam first. So you can explain clearly to your parents."

Alena got up from her seat then she paced back and forth in her room restlessly. On the phone, it is very clear that Nizam is saying that he will marry her this week. He seemed about to break. How he should explain to his parents later. Cynthia said it was true. She had to wait for Nizam's arrival first. Alena closed her suitcase then he lowered it from the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed then threw her body onto the bed until he was lying on her back with his legs dangling under the bed.

"Try calling again ... When will he return to America to confirm" Cynthia urged Alena to call Nizam.

"I've tried to contact him but he still hasn't answered. I'm really confused"

"That's why you have to be sure first. Who is he really? Who are his parents? When will he meet your parents? When will the wedding take place? After marriage, where will you live? You have to confirm all of that before meeting your parents."

Alena fell silent again. She admitted that Cynthia's words were true. It is highly unlikely that she would now come home and suddenly say that she was getting married and that she would only be made a second wife.

Maybe her father would kill him. She remembered that before leaving, her father said that she had to finish her studies immediately and then return to Indonesia and hold her father's company in Surabaya while continuing her studies at universities in Surabaya. If only now he suddenly came home and said he would marry someone whose origins were not clear and even where his whereabouts were not known. What will happen next?

Suddenly Alena frowned. "Cynthia, is it possible that later I will be killed by my father?" Imagine the face of her father, who is a coal entrepreneur, is a little fierce and her mother, who is also a businessman who owns several supermarkets in big cities in Indonesia, might be hysterical to hear that his son will be combined. The only child of the prospective heir to their wealth will be made the second wife of someone who is not from the same country as them.

"That's Alena, please think again with a calm, clear mind while there's still time and haven't gotten married yet."

"Alena. You do not come from an ordinary family. You are the foundation of your parents to continue their company. I am very sure they will not arbitrarily allow you to marry just anyone. Nizam is still mysterious now. Until now, he has not explained who he really is. " Cynthia sat on the sofa, hugging her knees.

Alena kept pacing back and forth in her room. Her soaring enthusiasm was now like a kite that had broken up and was blown away by the wind. Hovering far before falling down.

"Aaargh ..." Alena screamed with emotion. She threw the pillow into her bookcase. "Brak .. the pillow flew against the book and then fell to the floor. Not a single book that fell because the collision between the pillow and thick books is not a balanced opponent.

"Why does my fate have to be like this. Nizam, come !!! give me assurance as soon as possible .." Alena said to herself.

"Alena if your parents don't allow what?"

"I don't know, but I'll try to convince them. Or ... I might as well ask Nizam to stay in Indonesia, manage my company so that my parents might approve of our marriage.

Alena let out a deep breath. There is a big burden pressing it. She tried to empty her mind, think deeply. What steps should She take? There is the worst that will come their way. Where will they live? In Azura or in Indonesia. If in Indonesia, where will Nizam's first wife live? In Indonesia, this is an impossibility. If you stay in Azura then where will Nizam live? with her in Indonesia or with his first wife in Azura. Nizam..my love, please immediately give me an explanation.

Alena then grabbed her cellphone and looked at the screen. There is still no sign of Nizam contacting her. She then opened an online airplane ticket booking application. She touched the words cancel to cancel her flight ticket tonight.