Chapter 2 Impromptu wedding

"Mom, I'm not ready yet." Adara continued to whine to Yola.

"Ready or not, you're getting married!"

"But it's not Mr. Dirga I want."

"Listen, this time don't refuse mom and dad's request. Remember, this is for your own good. We just want you to live a happy life."

Adara looked down again. "Yes, Mom."

"What happiness? I won't love Mr. Dirga. Until whenever," Adara muttered, fortunately not heard by Yola.

"Now you must smile. It's not good to be a sullen bride." Yola supported her daughter's gloomy face. She tried to encourage Adara. Yola assured Adara that Dirga was not a bad choice.

This time, in front of Adara, a magnificent wooden door stood firmly. Adara looked down. The door was opened by two people, revealing the entire white building.

Brian sensed the tension from Adara. "Come on, move." He found it difficult to move forward as Adara held his body in place.

"Why is everything all white, Dad? Are we in heaven already?" It hadn't even started yet, but Adara's mouth was already agape.

"Adara, seriously." This time, Brian's tone was enough to make Adara shut her mouth tightly. She walked with Brian's hand in hers, and let's not forget the flower in the other hand that she clutched with trembling hands.

Two small children in front of Adara and Brian - Adara's cousin - scattered flowers along the long red carpet. Adara did not dare to look ahead, let alone at her strange-looking husband-to-be standing in front of her.

Dirga removed the wedding veil that covered Adara's face. "Look at your future husband."

"It's rude to stare at your elders carelessly." Adara said it in a high tone. Her mouth needed to be gagged with a dirty cloth.

"Old, old. He's your future husband." Brian gave Adara a sharp look. Adara covered her mouth again.

Brian handed Adara's hand to Dirga. Adara's hand felt very cold. She looked nervous, and sometimes she even spoke incoherently.

"Raise your head, Adara." Dirga pleaded. Ever since Dirga took Adara's hand, Adara's gaze kept looking down.

"The dress is too long. I'm afraid of falling down the stairs," Adara replied lightly.

"I'll take care of you. You're safe, Adara."

"Tsk." Adara raised her head, but it was directed at Yola who was sitting next to Dania.

Yola gestured for Adara to smile. Her lips lifted for Adara's lips to follow and her mouth said softly, "Smile. Come on, smile." It was like Yola was telling a child on stage to smile. Indeed, Adara was still a child in her eyes.

Adara smiled and looked at her future husband. Adara stared with an intimidating gaze. Her earlier smile faded away. Adara hoped that this marriage would fail and never happen.

But, in fact, everything went well and smoothly. By now, Adara's dress had changed to a light blue color. At least it was lighter than the white dress.

"Mr. Dirga, fish!" Adara's eyes lit up as the glass floor of the building was filled with freely moving fish. Adara stomped her feet slowly, as if she wanted to run to catch a fish.

"Patience, Adara. After this event is over, you can catch those fish." Dirga's words boosted Adara's spirits. Adara's lips spread a smile on their own.

Adara felt happy when her feet stepped on the glass floor. The dress Adara wore also matched the theme of their wedding, which was a sea theme. Dirga knew Adara's favorite thing, fish.

The wedding that went according to plan for both families was a disaster for Adara. The girl would now be separated from her parents and living with a stranger. Adara looked back several times as the car they were traveling in began to leave the venue.

It looks like the plastic fish in Adara's hand can't cheer her up at the moment. Dirga bought the fish from the wedding organizer because of Adara's interest in the fish on the glass floor.

Adara only turned her face away when another tall building submerged the building. She began to stare at the fish in the plastic. Adara missed the beautiful view of the city in the afternoon. She just gazed at the fish swimming nimbly in the plastic.

"We've arrived," said Dirga. Adara stared at the house in amazement. It was even bigger than her house.

"Hurry up, sir! The fish will die!" Adara was suddenly in an uproar, even though she had been keeping her mouth shut.

"Here's the key. You go in first. Put the fish in the pond behind the house. It's big enough there. " Dirga gave the house key to Adara, who was eager to put the fish in the pond. Especially hearing about the big pond, made Adara's mind imagine how many fish were swimming in it.

The impolite girl impolitely left her husband with a large suitcase filled with equipment for herself. It didn't seem like a problem for Dirga, considering his burly body. However, Adara ran to find the pond Dirga was referring to, instead of helping carry his suitcases.

"There's the pond!" Adara jumped for joy. She quickly approached the pond and dipped the fish that had been trapped in plastic.

"Wow, the fish are beautiful," she said, mesmerized. The back room of the house is covered with smooth artificial grass. There is a hanging chair, a few other chairs, and a table. The roof is made of glass that can be opened and closed. This house has everything for Adara, as it comes with a fish pond that is enough for her to take a dip in.

Dirga stretched his muscles after successfully moving Adara's heavy suitcases upstairs. Dirga chose to take a shower first, and now he changed his clothes into something more casual - a white t-shirt and short black pants.

"Adara, take a shower first. It's almost night." Dirga's voice stopped his conversation with the fish, or rather Adara talking to the fish.

"Yes." Adara immediately stood up and passed Dirga without a word.

"Your room is on the second floor, at the far end." Dirga said. Adara just nodded in understanding.

Adara opened the door to her room. The room was neat, the bed fit two people and all of Adara's belongings were in place. Adara opened the closet to get a change of clothes. She looked at her clothes that were already neatly organized in the closet. Adara checked the entire contents of the suitcase, everything was empty.

"Wait, that means my underwear too." Adara checked the bottom of the closet and found her underwear already neatly arranged.

"MR. DIRGA!" Adara shouted from the room.

"What's wrong?" Dirga came in half out of breath. Apparently, after hearing Adara's shout, Dirga immediately ran from behind.

"You're the one who straightened my clothes?!" Dirga answered with a nod. "What do you mean?! You also did my underwear! Are you taking a chance in a tight spot?"

"I didn't mean anything by it. I thought you were tired, so I took care of everything."

"You're old, sir! I know what your perverted mind means!" Adara accused Dirga right in front of her.

"If I was horny, I would have fucked you by now." he explained, making Adara shudder in horror.

"Please take a shower, let me prepare dinner." Dirga walked away, leaving Adara still standing with an angry stare.

Adara came out of the bathroom and got ready for dinner, with Dirga again. In front of her, the food was neatly arranged on the table. The food looked tantalizing. Everything looked delicious.

Adara immediately sat down and indulged her rumbling stomach. There was no conversation during dinner. Dirga was even engrossed in his own food. Adara herself couldn't resist if Dirga's cooking was said to be delicious, because it was true that Dirga's cooking was really good.

"After this, I want to meet Maven for a while. You can sleep in your room, and I can sleep on the front sofa. Don't forget to lock the door after I leave. " Dirga said.

Adara's heart cheered. She was happy when Dirga was not by her side. Adara was free to do anything now.