Her.. A Choice For Me
CUT RIBBON

Mahen has not been able to memejam, he is still busy revising some jewelry designs that will fill the room wardrobe Naya in their room.

After confirming Martha, Mr. Jim's secretary who was willing to help her pick out a few strands of nightgowns and had hung her over, Mahen was relieved. He only wanted when Naya entered his house, all the equipment for him was available.

"Don't be weird Tha, you know my wife's taste, simple yet elegant."

"I understand Sir. Later I'll decorate the bed too, I hope you like." Martha sent me some photos of the nightgown she had bought.

"Good job, Martha. Thank you, I have transferred all titip for Maurel jajan yaa. Say sorry to Jeffrey too, I've taken his wife's time." Mahen is grateful for Martha's help, as well as for Maurel's toddler with adorable squinty eyes.

Finally everything was perfect at exactly one in the morning.

...***...

The Exona Landscape and Building.

Monday morning all the staff who knew Vice Director Mahendra were boisterous over the updated news that morning.

"Oh so Wadirut did not enter the office for a long time because of marriage leave in Solo?

"Sir Mahendra is married to the Nobles? Wednesday, the reception in Cirebon and then the Saturday reception in Bogor? rich people are good, a party ain't only once."

"Wadirut married abege and still in college."

"Wadirut gets honorary title from the Sultanate."

"Boss Mahen, married the son of a famous batik businessman in his city."

"The news is that his wife works as a mall staff, event, and radio broadcaster as well. Crazy, like what the hell, curious."

"Well what the hell his wife, the same Sandra and Citra who star Exona aja he ga lyric."

That's how gossip is heard in the office environment, even the division though.

The old maroon-colored invitation in gold ink, displayed on the big screen of the Exona ground floor lobby. Showing some slides of photos of the two brides.

Mahen himself did not know this concept, all done by Rey who took pictures of both candid.

Jimsey's Room.

"Ridho, share an invitation to the shareholders that we will hold an AGM to introduce new shareholders. About the transfer of some Exona assets to him we do in front of the notary later after the GMS meeting, next Monday."

"Well Sir...." Ridho was still wondering, all the names that were in that transfer document, felt foreign to him. Just one name, he felt he had read it or heard it, but where? Ridho.

...***...

Thurs. Ba'da dawn, the residence of Naya's parents.

This morning, at nine o'clock Mahen plans to go home to Jakarta first because tomorrow the event ngunduh mantu at Mama's house. He wanted to have a moment alone with his wife before returning to busy with various series of events.

On the front porch, Amir invites Mahen to chat for a moment.

"I know Mas loved my sister more than we loved her. However, if one day the affection of Mas eroded or even has run out for him. Please, don't hurt her too long, she's my only sister."

"When that time comes, though I wish it never existed. Tell me yaaa, I'll pick her back up...." Amir choked up saying his worried sentence. He loved Naya, only for her was his sister open. He took off Naya heavily but he knew his sister had found her happy with Mahen.

"Ka, In the Lord, he is all I want until the end of my life. I am only a human being, but I will try to keep my pledge during the past decade. Pray for us." Mahen was no less heavy, he knew the two were close.

"And this, the password of the woman whose brother Amir found. His name is Almahyra Firdaus, two years above Naya. Niece of the owner of the princess boarding house in Semarang, Al-ishlah. She never failed to marry because her future husband died while studying in Cairo. Green color lover, exactly the case of his mobile phone. Fluent in Arabic, nurtured by his uncle since the age of 10 years. Go on ka, hopefully a mate, he's free no one has proposed to him yet."

"Wuah, cool. How do I get all that info...."

"Ehm, secrets. I'll help you stay close."

"Hmm don't-don't, to Naya too. It's in the old incer."

"Failure, I found out and tried to approach her for six months, the longest time for me to approach a girl. To get Naya's sweet attitude towards me like this, there's a lot of struggle. That's why I won't play Naya's heart, nor the hearts of the two families, pray for us." Mahen looked at his sister-in-law solemnly.

"God's Ridho is in the old man's ridho. My family and Mas, are both redho, God willing there are many graces and blessings in him, amiin."

Both of them dissolve in the chatter of fellow men until the time duha comes. Shortly after performing the duha prayer, Mahen was ready to pay his respects.

"Let's tell me when you get there. Tomorrow I will go there. Nduk, follow your husband. Be with your husband and in-laws there. Inget yaa do not lash out again, patient, already a wife." Abah's message.

"Yes." Yeah." Naya hugged her Abah long ago, alternating with her brother, her cries breaking.

...***...

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Rey who had returned to Jakarta yesterday picked them up in Gambir and immediately drove to Orchid, Cibubur.

"Boss, Mba Susi I asked for full time and have been in Orchid since this morning."

"Thanks Rey." - "Thanks Rey."

"Darling, still dizzy?" Mahen glanced at Naya who had just been silent.

"Engga. Sleepy. Doctor Maura's vitamins make me eat sleep. Just stretch."

"Your body, too tired and in need of recovery. Let it be healthy then it needs rest."

Orchid Tower Cibubur.

Rey did not join Mahen rose, he went to the administrative office first to submit the documents of the move and Naya status in order to have an exclusive access card.

"I don't feel like I'm moving. Don't bring anything here."

"Many shops downstairs, honey, we'll buy some clothes tonight. Now you don't need clothes, either" whispered Mahen naughty while riding the elevator to the 10th floor, the unit where she lives.

"Isa. Bawdy...."

"Mesumin you have a lot of merit. Why not." His laughter was crisp as the sound of the elevator opened, different from Naya who was nervous.

"Until. Welcome Home Baby's. The only woman who ever came in here, only you ... My wife." Mahen pressed the password of his unit while his left hand rubbed Naya's head and held her in.

"The Den, Non. Welcome back...." Sapa Mba Susi when the two of them had just entered.

"Thank you Mba, this is Naya, Ainnaya. My wife."

"Non, I'm Susi, who is at home here, Non, rebuke me if it's wrong, don't hesitate."

"Hallo Mba Susi, patiently ngadepin me yaa a lot of do not know it."

"Mba, if Rey comes, wait in my study. I'll go to the room first. Yuk, honey." Mahen gently pulled Naya's hand towards her room.

Cklaac.

"This is our room. Hope you like it."

Naya just smiled sweetly. Tidy room, yellow combination green wallpaper on one side, combined with soft, cozy color paint. With a mini balcony and the side of the bed facing the glass with a view of the surrounding skyscrapers.

"Abang, a collection of bags, shoes and jewelry? very much indeed. Got who? ".

"You are who else. Honey, in the future there will be many business invitations that I have to attend, I want you to come along if I get out of town, you have to accompany."

Naya smiled again, "I don't think, Brother is perfect."

"Just for you...."

Tok. Room door knocked.

"Den, Mr. Rey is already in the study."

"Thank you Mba."

"I'll stay for a while, my work space at the end near the entrance if you can't wait." Mahen blinked his eyes.

"What the hell? I'm gonna take a shower, sultry." Naya steps towards the bathtub leaving Mahen who heads out of the room.

Half an hour passed, Naya was still busy looking for her fine clothes. There was only lingerie and formal clothes, as well as evening dresses there. Naya was confused until Mahen entered the room he did not realize.

"Honey you're done showering, why don't you wait for me?" Mahen hugged from behind Naya's body, sniffing the fragrance on her body.

"Where's my nightgown? how come there's no?"

"Ga need to wear clothes. Honey, I...." Mahen pulled the bathrobe rope that Naya was wearing slowly, the man wanted something.

"Hmm, A-bang, pray first."

"Wait for me baby." Mahen rushed to take ablution and then prepared for sunnah two rokaat with his wife.

After the greeting, she pulls Naya in a hug, whispers prayers and hopes and then kisses her friendly forehead slowly down rain down with a touch of love elsewhere.

Mahen lifted up his wife's body and laid her on the bed, looking at her most perfect form of god.

"Don't. No!"Naya still imagined Anggara's gaze that harassed her.

"Babies, Naya. Open your eyes, look at me. I'll remove it, it'll all just be a trace of me." Mahen stared at his wife's bead eyes deeply, slowly descending down every inch of the face. Not to forget he whispered a prayer in Naya's ear if God gave the trust, he hoped to be a descendant sholih sholihah.

The afternoon warmed up in one of the Orchid tower rooms that had just received additional new residents.

"Ainnaya's. Love you, darling." The man affixed many signs of love to the lover of the heart.

"You're mine. Only mine. Baby, don't ever leave me again" she whispered.

"Here is Allah" replied Naya, looking at the husband who embraced her now.

The two coiled under the same blanket, eroding the distance, bringing love and affection to their knees in arms until both fell asleep.

Halal worship activities that they did this afternoon made both of them almost miss the asar time.

"Honey. Geez, I'm going to finish the Ashar prayer time. I go first, yes" said Naya writhing spoiled in Mahen's warm embrace.

"I'm first." Princess Brajawisesa. However, Mahen headed to the bathroom did not want to be alone.

The heart wants to soak but time is not on its side. He was also negligent, delaying to get sanctified immediately so that it was too late to do other obligations.

While waiting for Naya to finish, Mahen who first finished the bath rushed to change the sheets due to their actions. Not wanting his privacy to open up, the man headed to the ground floor to wash.

"Mba, is dinner ready? please take her to my room" she asked ART as she stepped into the laundry room. Not willing when the sweet moment the wife is divided with others.

***

Night Club.

A couple of pairs of eyes watching a perlente man at a table. Anggara seems to be preparing a strategy of sealing the accompaniment of Naya's car when going to the reception building. When everything he believed to be perfect, the group of men dispersed. Nahas.

"Sir Anggara, you are being held on charges of kidnapping, confinement, and criminal acts of wounding someone with a sajam." Officers scuttle the troublemaker's plan.

"What the fuck. Call my lawyer!" anggara protest to the officers.

"You have the right to be accompanied by a lawyer. Please come with us," the officer pointedly asked for cooperation.

"I refuse!" Anggara just breezed by.

"I'm sorry for us."

Brugh.

Two officers forced handcuffs. Not just Anggara, but everyone involved in his plan. Not even a bunch of men escaped arrest that night.

While in Sumitra's magnificent condo.

"Jim, I beg you. Let him go." Sumitra made a call with Jimsey pleading for the crown prince.

"I'm sick of it. False promises. Put your skills to work if you can," Jimsey closed Sumitra's call.

Sumitra panicked, calling all her lawyers to free Anggara from the police station that night.

"Hold him, until the reception and shareholder announcement are over." Jimsey's orders to someone.

***

"Darling, buy her clothes tomorrow again. It's night. You'll glue gini." Mahen kissed his wife's head. Now the bride and groom are bonding while watching a television program in the room.

"He-it."

"Capek yaa."

Naya broke away from Mahen's embrace and hurriedly walked up to the bed so that her body relaxed again. Instantly the lower part of his body twitched in pain.

"Kan.nSlow down." Mahen then lifted Naya's body towards the bed.

"Bobok first. Love you dear, thank you."

Princess Brajawisesa slowly curses. While Kusuma's son-in-law briefly saw Rey's message when she was about to turn off the room lights, telling her to open her email, about permission for Rey because they will make a video of their story trip to be played at the reception later.

Also, tomorrow there is an indoor prewedding photo plan when the time is enough.

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2175 Words at 00:00 p.m. (revised March 25, 2023 to 1919 words).