After the wedding ceremony was over, Lilia burst into tears and blushed.
At the church, the guests had gone to the buffet area in pairs and threes.
Under the cross, Lilia looked at the man, her nose was red, and there were a thousand words choking in her throat, but she couldn't say anything.
The man caressed the corners of her red eyes, bending down to touch her forehead. "Mrs. Widjaya, do you like the wedding I prepared for you?"
Lilia closed her eyes with tears, and answered in a hoarse voice, "I love it, Jean… I love you, I love you, I love you…"
She didn't know how many "I love you" she said, but still she felt it wasn't enough!
How lucky she was to meet Jean.
The man put his index finger on her lips. "No need to rush, I have a lifetime just to listen to you."
Lilia hugged him, pressed her cheek against his chest. There was a steady and strong heartbeat beside her, and her eyes were red again.
