Chapter 4. My Fault?

Arabella

Four days passed and now is my happy day, my wedding. I can't wait to be a wife loved by a handsome man like Joshua. It's been a long time since I've had the love of a man like my father. At the age I'm no longer a child, I can pamper myself with my husband. 

I'm wearing the long white dress that I wore a few days ago. I'm now wearing it again. From the top of the villa balcony I could see my future husband down there. 

He was waiting for me, he kept staring at the balcony of my room. He can't wait to take these clothes off tonight, oh my God, I shudder just thinking about it. Even though it wasn't the first time, we had been holding back from doing it for a long time because it was to prevent pregnancy until the time of the wedding arrived.

I don't want to be gossiped about getting married because of pregnancy and responsibilities. I want everyone to know that I married him for love. His love for me is so great. So this wedding event is full of conditions. 

All the invited guests who came were escorted by the police, blindfolded so they didn't know where our wedding was. In order to prevent events that could ruin our wedding event. 

"Ara, are you ready darling-ahhh. You're so beautiful! But I prefer the look of the pre-wedding photo with this white dress on the street, you look naughty and sensual" said my aunt.

Of course it looks naughty. I lifted my legs higher until my entire thighs looked exotic in the yellow spotlight. My body surrendered to Joshua's tight embrace and his head was in my chest. I think it's an elegant and sexy photo concept. The photo has been displayed in front of the main gate.

"We need something like a boom, so that everyone will be entertained by the photo," I said proudly and happily. My dream wedding will come true. 

"They are not entertained but jealous. Hopefully your marriage will last long and your love will grow old together."

A prayer that truly represents my heart. Today I feel like I was born again, I will live a new life with the man who has always filled my days during the 4 years we have been in love. Joshua was never rude and we rarely argued. He never makes me angry. 

If we have a difference of opinion then he stops discussing it, because he always gives in.

There are no bad holes in my eyes about Joshua. He is smart, kind and successful at mastering his work. Successful people are used to being hated by many people. 

People say we are a perfect couple, able to help each other and benefit each other.

"Are all the invited guests present?"

"That's it darling, there are only two more people on the way, we don't need to wait, right? Poor your future husband who can't wait to say his promise of loyalty to you."

I blushed. My chest kept pounding. There was a feeling of fear creeping up. Is this part of being nervous for the first night? 

A bouquet of flowers in my hand, my uncle was ready to give his arm to take me to Joshua. 

"Oh, my beautiful niece, I am proud to be the one who will take you to the man you love."

"Thank you uncle."

I wanted to cry when I heard the sound of the bridesmaid's music playing. All the invited guests stood looking at me while smiling. On the other end, Joshua looked a thousand times more handsome than usual and smiled broadly. I can't wait to get there soon. 

A little later, this leg arrived, this dress was too heavy for me to run with, however, when I was two steps away from being handed over to him, suddenly—

Bang! 

Bruk

"Aaaaa!" The panicked screams of the invited guests saw Joshua fall down right in front of my feet. 

Blood flowed from his head profusely. "Joshua! No—Jo—" 

I shook, while my body was pulled back from Joshua, "No don't let Joshua go from me!"

"Move Ara, we have to take him to the hospital now!"

"Ara, calm down, darling," I was helped to my feet by my uncle. Pulling off the wedding dress I was wearing, I ran behind Joshua who was being taken away. 

I have to be beside him and make sure he's okay. But because of strict supervision. The police on guard pulled me from the crowd. "Just in the back car, Miss, it's still empty," he said. 

I thought it was a police car. I immediately got on and didn't think anything else. But suddenly from behind my eyes were covered with a black cloth. 

"Fuck! What is this! This is not jokes!"

I struggled, wanting to let go, then someone got into the car and grabbed my hands, locking them with handcuffs. 

"Damn it! Who are you, let me go!"

I felt someone approaching from my left. "Don't come close to me! What do you want from me."

"You—" The voice sounded heavy in my ears. My skin prickled at the sound of his rough, eerie breath. 

"Who are you, heh! What's my fault, what's my future husband's fault!"

"Your fault, is... wanting to marry him, but you, destined for me, marry me Arabella"

What?! 

Insane!