"Does this outfit make me look bad? It seems a bit oversized."

Who knows how long Indra continued to stand in front of the mirror, looking at himself in a neat black suit? The man even seemed a little anxious about his appearance.

"Should I ask for something else to wear? I don't want Mr. Anggoro to get angry because of my lack of appearance," he muttered, his gaze not wavering.

"Tsk! What are you talking about, Indra? Your appearance is already neat."

Indra then gasped and turned his head to look for the source of the voice. He was surprised to see a middle-aged woman who had just entered the changing room.

"Ah! Mrs. Heni... you-"

"Shush! How long are you going to call me that? Do you want to get caught?" cut in Mrs. Heni, who suddenly interrupted Indra's speech.

The woman even immediately turned her face away as if checking the situation outside the room, as if confirming the presence of other people around them.

Indra, who saw her reaction, just smiled and shook his head. It was obvious that Mrs. Heni was too worried about their charade.

"No one will eavesdrop, Mum. People are busy."

Mrs. Heni walked over to Indra as she chuckled, looking annoyed with Inra, who was too relaxed about the situation.

"You have to be careful, Indra. We don't know what you'll face if Pak Anggoro finds out the truth," she said, grabbing Indra's tie and fixing it.

"Don't trust people too much, especially not too well. You know what people in the city are like."

Mrs. Heni continued to ramble on with advice as she straightened Indra's tie and clothes, while Indra remained silent, as if focused on listening to the words of the woman he had asked to stand in for his family at the wedding.

Indra felt lucky to know Mrs. Heni, who had always been respected by the tenants of the rented house because of her firmness even when collecting rent. But now Indra was touched that Mrs. Heni was not as bad as she thought. In fact, Indra felt like he had a second family besides his family in the village.

"Well... done! You have to be confident. You look good in any outfit."

Indra's reverie was broken instantly when he heard Mrs. Heni's words and the look on her face that calmed his nervous mind.

Indra smiled and said, "Thank you, Mum. And... sorry for involving Mrs. Heni."

Mrs. Heni then waved her hand as if dismissing Indra's words, "Tsk! Never mind, you better focus on this event. Remember, don't get into trouble if you want to survive sir Anggoro."

Indra nodded in understanding, unable to say anything more in response to Mrs. Heni's kindness to him, so a warm smile was all he could manage.

However, unnoticed by both of them, behind the door, a pair of ears were listening intently to the conversation between Indra and Mrs. Heni.

A smirk was on Sonia's sardonic face.

"So... it turns out Mrs. Heni knows about this too," she muttered with a sardonic smile. "I think it'll be really exciting if there are many parties involved."

Yes! No one would have expected that Sonia managed to break into the place considering the number of guests invited to the event; surely the woman could easily infiltrate even if she had to be one of the catering staff.

Meanwhile...

Hoek!

"Duh! Why now!?"

Hoek!

Dinda, who had finished getting ready in her wedding dress, suddenly felt nauseous and had a headache. The woman immediately headed for the toilet with dazed steps, pulling the long, dangling tail of her dress, and left the make-up artists, who looked astonished at their client.

"Gosh, why does it have to be at a time like this, kiddo?" Dinda continued to feel nauseous but did not vomit anything.

She stroked her stomach with a grimace of pain on her face.

"I had breakfast and didn't eat anything, but why?"

Hoek!

Dinda felt such intense nausea that a cold sweat broke out and her face turned deathly pale.

"If this keeps up, it could be bad, Papa could be embarrassed," she muttered as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Knock!!

"Dinda? Are you in there, Honey?" Anggoro's voice called out to her as he kept knocking on the toilet door, "Did something happen? Please answer, Papa!"

Dinda, who was still surprised by the presence of her father, who suddenly came to the make-up room, blinked and tried to control herself.

"Yes, Pa. Just a moment!" replied Dinda, trying to speak up even though her breathing was labored due to her discomfort.

With her body still shaking violently, she tried to stand up as she realized her thoughts. Dinda herself did not want to make the situation worse because of her condition.

"We have to be strong, kiddo! This is an important day for us!" she told herself.

Dinda turned the door handle and opened it slowly. Anggoro was standing right in the doorway with a worried look on his face.

Dinda smiled to hide her pale face. "Pa-"

"Are you okay?" said Anggoro. "Papa heard from them that you suddenly ran to the toilet while vomiting."

Anggoro knitted his eyebrows at Dinda's condition, which looked a little troubled, especially on her sweaty forehead.

"Are you sick? Should Papa call a doctor before the event?"

"No need, Pa. I'm fine, it's just a little nausea, and it'll go away," Dinda replied swiftly.

Dinda threw a glare at the make-up artists for directly telling Anggoro about her sudden drop.

"Are you sure?" asked Anggoro, looking doubtful and even looking at his daughter's body, which seemed to be shaking violently.

But Dinda again nodded her head and smiled, "Yes, Pa. Don't worry, I want to fix my makeup first. My lipstick is a bit faded, so I look pale."

Dinda then tried to avoid it by quickly walking past Anggoro to her seat, then asking the make-up artist to fix her make-up again.

Even in the midst of this, Anggoro was still standing stunned, watching his daughter's behavior, which seemed strange and questionable. Until the next minute, Anggoro blinked his eyes and said, "Alright, Papa will wait outside. If there's anything, let Papa know."

Dinda only cleared her throat and expressed her response through a wink as the attendants went back to applying the last bit of make-up.

As soon as Anggoro passed, Dinda breathed a sigh of relief. "Good thing!" she thought.

After some preparations were completed, the event hall began to fill up with several important invited guests who arrived. They came in fancy clothes and greeted each other.

Right at that moment, the groom was invited to enter the hall and prepare at the akad table. All eyes were certainly on the appearance of the groom, who looked stunning in his neat suit.

Indra sat with his eyes lowered, hiding the nervousness that had been overwhelming him.

"Gosh, why do they keep looking at me like that?" He cursed the situation that had him in a bind.