Egi’s Arrival (3 )

"Boss never betrayed you. Boss was forced to get married because his parents matched him. And his father is suspicious that the boss is gay. Boss married that woman to cover up his identity. You are always in the boss's heart."

Egi's eyes rounded knowing Bara was married to cover up his gay identity.

"If you love the boss. You will understand why the boss did all of this. Trust me, boss's heart only for you. Boss didn't have the chance to talk because this marriage holds in such a short time. He only knew his wife a few days before the marriage ceremony."

"Why doesn't Bara find another way? Not having to marry that woman."

"Mr. Herman urged the boss. This marriage is only a shield."

"But Bara can reject it, Dian. Matchmaking ... cih heard it is very disgusting to me."

"Easy for you to say, Gi. Mr. Herman is just like Boss. They are equally tough. The nature of the boss is a derivative of his father. Boss just wants to find it safe. If Mr. Herman knows your relationship, you could die."

"Don't scare me."

"I don't scare you, Gi. This is the reality. If Mr. Herman suspects Boss is gay, then you can be sure that his people have to eye Boss. You must be able to hold back Gi until the situation is conducive."

"I'm afraid if Bara suddenly likes that woman and enjoys making love to her," said Egi, jealous blindly.

"I'm sure Bara won't be interested but what about that woman? Surely she will claim her rights as Bara's wife."

"The way you think is the same as a girl. I just didn't think that way."

"I can map something accurately Dian. I'm afraid Mr. Herman will marry Bara to make him straight. I don't want to be lost by that woman."

Dian burst out laughing. Dian could not hide her laughter at Egi's words. The handsome man who looked like a Korean guy was jealous of a woman.

Indeed, in the relationship between Bara and Egi. Egi was more of a gay bottom type while Bara was top gay.

The gay bottom was the type of gay man who had a stronger feminine side.

The gay top was the type of gay man who was stronger on his male side.

It was usually the top gay who penetrated when gay couples had sex.

Egi had a cheerful, funny, and fun personality. Even though he reacted and thought like a woman but he was still rational.

"Egi oh egi," said Dian as she closed her mouth.

"Don't talk like that. I don't like it. I'm not a child you can mess around with."

"Really," said Dian again.

"Never mind Dian. Don't make my mood turns bad."

"Sorry, I'm just kidding, Gi. If you go berserk like a bull. Remember the boss's message. Don't mess everything up. Otherwise, the boss will ..."

"I know," Egi cut in understanding at Dian's point if Bara wouldn't hesitate to finish him off.

There had been many victims because of Bara's actions. Dila's husband was cold-hearted and did not hesitate to hurt his opponent cruelly even though that was a woman.

"Be a good boy," Dian patted Egi's shoulder before leaving.

"I won't mess up but I'll be at Bara's reception tomorrow. I want to see what kind of woman Bara marries."

"Don't mess around," said Dian firmly.

"Don't be crazy, Egi. The boss will explain tomorrow when the reception is over. Why can't you be patient? Don't make the boss angry."

"I'll come as a guest, no more. You accompany me tomorrow and pretend to be my partner tomorrow."

"You're desperate," Dian stomped the floor and left Egi's room.

"I'm not responsible if the boss gets angry with you."

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In the room, Dila cried sadly. In the mirror, she saw herself in a kebaya, beautiful and stunning.

Dressing up to be a bride had always been Dila's dream, but when that dream came true she didn't feel happy at all. The Marapulai was not Fatih, the man she had longed for.

Marapulai was the name for the groom in Minangkabau.

Dila's hope to become Fatih's wife was gone because she was married to Bara. Her dream of building a household with the man she loved would never come true.

Her chest felt tight. Thinking of marrying someone she didn't love. How will her marriage to Bara? Can she do her job as a wife?

Dila sobbed, remembering her destiny. She accepted this arranged marriage because she didn't want to burden her parents.

Dila was often gossiped about by her neighbor. Too picky about partners pretended to sell expensive, wanted to find a richer man, and Dila was labeled as a lesbian.

Dila's parents were often discouraged by the neighbors' babbling and ridicule their daughter as an old virgin.

Dila spilled her heart by crying. Her kebaya was drenched in tears. Nobody would hear her cry because her family was busy preparing for tomorrow's wedding party.

Naura was shocked to see Dila who was crying on the bed. Her sister-in-law was sobbing. Dila hugged Naura's waist and let go of her anxiety.

"Naura," Dila squeaked, crying.

Dila was indeed the closest to Naura. Her sister-in-law became Dila's confidant. As a VCT specialist, Naura often provided counseling for HIV patients. You could say Naura was also a psychologist.

VCT was voluntary counseling and testing or can be interpreted as voluntary HIV testing and counseling.

"Why?" Naura asked with a sad look. She looked at Dila with overflowing eyes. She understood why her sister-in-law was crying like this.

"Why is Dila only regretting it now? Before everything happened, Dila could refuse it, sis." Naura knew the meaning of Dila's cry.

Naura used to call Dila 'sis' meaning younger sister because Dila was her sister-in-law. Naura's age was far above Dila's age.

"Naura," Dila cried even louder. She tightened her hug even more.

Naura broke free from Dila's embrace. She led Dila to sit on the bed with her. Naura closed the door so that no one could enter the room and see Dila's condition. Her eyes were swollen and red.

If anyone seen Dila was crying like this, it will generate new gossip again.

"Dila, stop crying, little sister." Naura stroked Dila's hair and helped Dila to remove the bun.

"I know Dila is crying because you're not married to Fatih. Dila has long dreamed of wearing a wedding dress, but Dila is going to be married Bara, not Fatih."

" Naura." Dila was crying again.

"Sorry. Maybe I am presumptuous as your in-law. If Dila doesn't want to get married, why did Dila accept this match?"

"Naura," Dila bowed down.

"Don't tell me Dila accepted this marriage because of your father and mother? Dila doesn't want them to think about Dila who is still a girl at 30 years old and is labeled an old virgin with neighbors?" Naura guessed Dila's way of thinking.

Dila nodded sadly.

"Sis, we can make our parents happy without sacrificing our happiness. We know that you only love Fatih and are waiting for that man to propose to you. To be honest, I was surprised when you accepted the match but I could not comment because I was only your sister-in-law. I thought of why you lightly accept it. This is not you. "

"I don't want to burden my father and mother. I'm sorry to see that my mother has to endure the hurt because of the neighbors' gossip about me. I was said to be too picky, looking for something richer and equal to our family and crueler I was called a lesbian."

"Why do we think of what people say. We live not to listen to the words of others. We live by listening to our conscience."

"I regret that."

"You should be honest with your feelings. Say if you wait for Fatih all this time so you do not want to accept other men's proposals. Father and mother are not parents who like to force their will."

"Dila is reluctant. Dila is sure that her father and mother are looking for the best man. Dila doesn't want to see them disappointed."

"We can make our parents happy but not sacrifice our happiness. You haven't talked about it but have already guessed the results. If you wanted to talk maybe the story would be different."

"What's the difference?"

"It could be that if you tell about Fatih, father and mother will change their minds and instead propose to Fatih for you and you can get engaged first until Fatih finishes studying in Egypt."

" Naura." Dila regretted her decision even more.

"The rice has turned into porridge. Maybe Fatih is not your match. Your match is Bara. A match is never wrong in bringing together two different people. The proportions are just right and the measurements are right. Maybe there is wisdom why Allah united you."

"Can I ask for separation from Bara? He doesn't love me either."

"Huss watch your words," Naura put her index finger on Dila's lips.

"You haven't married him for one day. You've talked about divorce. God hates divorce."

"But ...."

"But what? I suggest you just live this marriage. You must be responsible for your decision. You accepted this marriage. Make this marriage a field of worship for you. Remember Allah's destiny is never in vain."