The Macau Love Story
Chapter 3 (Marriage)

Wearing a silk cloth, with thin makeup on my face, I stared at my own reflection behind the mirror.

I'm getting married today.

Inhaling a heavy breath, I bowed my gaze at the rectangular cloth above my lap, Handmade knitting cloth inscribed with Pipo in the upper right corner. A handkerchief from my childhood hero.

Will there be a miracle that will make you save me from this marriage?, or will you let me belong to another man?"

While regulating the breath, I inhaled deeply the aroma attached to this cloth.

Not likely.

"Sir Nayla!" the voice call from the woman I had memorized, made me raise my head and scan herself through the mirror reflections. There was a figure of Clara who knew already standing behind me with a smile on her back, showing dimples on the left, making her smile even more sweet.

The woman who has recently been kind, since Pandu said she would marry me.

"So ready, brother"

I hurriedly kept my beloved handkerchief.

"As you can see" I said, standing up.

"Then, let's go out" Invite Clara still with her trademark smile "Everything is waiting for you" he continued, writhing my arm and then walking towards the door.

Upon arrival in the living room, I smiled back at the sincere smile from Clara's parents, trying to cover up the fear that had been plaguing me ever since.

"You are beautiful" praised the woman I know as Btari, the mother of Clara, who is none other than Pandu's aunt.

"Thank you aunt"

Smile before returning to voice. "You can call me Yiyi"

I stared in wonder at him "Yiyi?"

Suddenly the voice of the bus belongs to Pandu out of his mouth. "auntie, this language Yiyi or ayik" explained Pandu "Call me Btari yiyi" he continued in a flat voice.

Clenching my lips, I nodded though slowly.

"The car is ready Ndu, we can go down now" Sela Rondi Pandu's friend.

We walked to the elevator which would take us to the ground floor of the parking lot.

The luxury apartment I know is the owner of this entire property. Waking up with his winning money is possible. In addition to the apartment, he also has a hotel and restaurant that spreads here.

However, behind his life of treasure, he had many enemies. That's what I had heard from Rondi, a loyal friend, as well as Pandu's assistant.

With a blank look, I stared at the towering buildings from behind the car window, until it did not feel like it had reached the oldest mosque in Macau.

This is where the man will pledge the ijab qobul. A sentence that would have bound me to it.

His voice, sweet in my ears. But I wish someone could stop his words.

Until that pledge is finished, no one suddenly comes to derail this marriage. I had thought, that my hope would indeed be swallowed up raw.

I kissed the back of the hand of the man who was legally my husband. Cold men smile, and don't talk much. A face full of mystery, no one can even guess his wishes including his close friend Rondi, or his cousin Clara.

After this event, we went to a restaurant for lunch. Pandu took me to change clothes in a room that said the president director's room, inserted the name Mahardani under it. From this I know, that this restaurant is likely to belong to Pandu.

The luxurious room contained a bed, concurrently with the workspace, I was completely amazed by the wealth of this man.

"Is there another shirt?" I asked after seeing a mini dres in my hand.

When I opened, I was once again amazed. My eyes scanned the arrangement of several neatly arranged pieces of clothing. From left to right there are several pieces of women's clothing. After that, I was silent when I saw the next row. There was a shirt hanger complete with trousers and a suit, which I believe the owner was Pandu.

In addition to neat, this closet is also fragrant, there are two fragrant clothes hanging tucked between the clothes. Fragrance that gives off the soft aroma of women's favorite.

"Can it be a little quick?" he said from behind my back.

As I turned to the right side, I saw with my tail, he was one step behind me.

"Need to be reworked?" the tan was cold and still expressionless.

I shook my head, hesitantly grabbed the bottle green dress, then closed the door again. Although these clothes were very tight, at least these were better than the others.

Long-sleeved dress, with a length of shirt up to the calf limit, in the complete side hemisphere approximately one inch, makes me puff the mouth resigned.

"How many hours do you need to change your clothes?" she asked quietly, her voice so close, because she said it right in my right ear.

"I helped remove the crown on your head" he continued, twisting my body slowly. And my back, automatically stuck to the closet door.

When we faced each other, my heart suddenly shook. It was hard to swallow my own saliva to normalize the increasingly straying heart rhythm. One hand of Pandu was in the bag of pants, and the other hand moved over my head.

"You know, right? If we've been waiting with the others for lunch?" Her dark eyes, constantly highlighting my black bead, occasionally staring at my hair.

As for me, just being able to remain silent did not respond, this kind of position caused me to panic even more. Both hands are holding the shirt, my reflexes are leveled in front of the chest.

His breathing is very regular, I feel inversely proportional to me who actually holds his breath.

"Need to help you change clothes?"

"No need" I replied quickly without looking at him. I immediately stepped into the toilet.

When I just came out of the bathroom, I saw him fixated on looking at me with the jakun moving up and down, I guess, if he was fascinated by my appearance that showed me the curves of my body.

Grunting softly, I ignored her stinging gaze, then walked towards the dressing table, to check on her appearance and tie my hair.

"I'm ready" I doubt. The man who had only been my husband for a few hours, walked over to me, unexpectedly, his left hand holding my hand.

Just touching my hands, my cold sweat splashed out, what if he fused his body with mine.

I hope time goes slow today. I'm not ready to give up my crown to a man I don't love.

When I got to the place that had been ordered, I saw some menus were presented on the table. He pulled the chair for me, the next second for himself.

It's just a celebration of my wedding with him. There was no party, but we had time to capture in photos and videos, even though the smile I carved, was a forced smile.

Pandu understood with my attitude that still did not accept this marriage. I don't serve him at the dinner table. Instead, he served me.

I bowed my gaze, and my net was instantly fixed on the hand on my lap. A ring with a diamond ring on the ring finger. I remembered my words a few years ago.

"Because of my husband's father, so my mother must be kind, and must serve papah"

Mamah's answer began when I asked why mama always serves papah while eating. And his words could not be understood by me who was 8 years old at the time. But now I know, Pandu is the answer.

Seriate