"This is your own child! I've never been with another man, only you!" Asifa screamed, her voice raw with pain. šæ
"This woman is insane! I don't know this madwoman!" Hasan yelled back, his own voice cracking with desperation.
Anisa watched it all from the altar, a statue carved from shock. She was paralyzed, unable to decide who or what to believe. š°
"Hasan, tell us the truth. These accusations are lies, aren't they? You don't know this woman, do you?" Anisa's father implored, his voice trembling with a father's fear.
"Uncle, don't you trust me? Remember the photo I sent you? It was this man with Anisa on top of him! He's the one lying because he wants Anisa for himself!" Hasan countered, pointing an accusing finger at Yugh. š
"What photo? No matter what you say, you're the liar, the fraud! You're a man without a backbone!" Yugh shot back.
"Uncle, Auntie, have this man and this woman thrown out! Let's complete the wedding. Don't accept these ridiculous claims!" Hasan pleaded, trying to regain control. š£
At a signal from Mr. Manalo, several sturdy men moved to escort Yugh and Asifa out, ignoring their struggles and protests. Then, Mr. Manalo turned to Hasan, his expression grave. "Hasan, even though I want to trust you, I must investigate this further. Therefore, we must postpone the wedding," he stated calmly.
Hearing this, Hasan felt the final threads of his grand plan snapping. Then I'll have to wait to become rich. My entire scheme will fall apart! His mind spiraled into panic. šµāš«
Like a man possessed, he lunged towards Anisa. "No! We'll finish this today!" he roared. He grabbed her hand by force, attempting to put the ring on her finger. In the struggle, the ring flew from his grip, hit the floor, and rolled away, disappearing under a pew.
Undaunted, he snarled, "It doesn't matter, we'll get the ring later. š
We've said our vows. Let's just finish this!" He then pulled Anisa into a rough, violent kiss, ignoring her struggles to break free.
"Hasan, stop this! You're hurting her!" Anisa's parents finally cried out, rushing forward. The scene was no longer one of deceit or manipulation, but of raw, public aggression. The polished faƧade of the groom had completely shattered, revealing the desperate, dangerous man beneath. š§