A Series of Dreams
31. Lasmi's Happiness

Horizon cried since morning, accompanying the wedding of Caraka and Kenanga. Dark clouds swirled, flying low in the sky of the city of Bandung. A happy day should be welcomed by everyone. Truth is, it didn't happen. The bride frowned from the moment she opened her eyes, while the rest of the family gave a flat smile. The only thing that looks normal is only Wisely, an outsider who will soon be included in the Sandi family list.

Not only from the bride, Caraka also showed a similar look. Since meeting Seruni face to face at the Sandi residence, the young man continued to put his face bent. The more it becomes when seeing an ex-lover not alone. There is Wisely who keeps accompanying on the side of the young girl who that day looks perfectly beautiful beyond the queen of a day, Kenanga.

If Kenanga with Caraka hitchhiking in the bridal car, Seruni and her husband and wife Sandi head to the event with Wisely. How excited Lasmi when sitting in the passenger seat, admiring the luxury car that a lifetime of new tried this once.

“Harum, yes, Sir.” Nudging Sandi's silent arm beside her.

“Hmm.” Sandi looked at Seruni who was sitting sweetly accompanying Wisely behind the wheel. How happy to see the interaction of young couples who have just become acquainted and betrothed, but are starting to adapt.

“This .. if the rain has subsided, the party is finished, can take Nak Wisely around the city of Bandung. Yes, ‘kan, Ni?” Lasmi is back. They can ride luxury cars for longer.

Seruni glanced at the handsome man next to her. For a moment, he was stunned by the charm of the capital city man with an expensive suit and some branded goods attached to the body.

“Create what? The show is still long. This has not started yet. After all, Nak Wisely will also be returning to Jakarta soon. There is no time for a walk.

Oh my God, this old man really is, yeah. So long married, he did not understand his wife's brain.

Whispering quietly, Lasmi brought her lips closer in front of Sandi's ears.

“I want to enjoy being rich, even if only for a moment. At least, the future is not lost. Anyway, when else, sir?” Lasmi explained.

“Then, traveling around the village one round is also not a problem. At least people know that our son-in-law is not a can. From Caraka the cowboy, to Wisely the son of the cement master. People no longer underestimate me, Mr.” Whispering back, Lasmi's speech can force a pair of perfectly rounded Sandi eyes.

“BU!” emphatically.

“That's a fact, Sir.”

Lasmi folded her hands on her chest. Since the beginning of getting into the car, he asked Wisely to turn on the car coolant to the maximum. Not until there, directed bursts that lead to him until now exposed to the stone.

“Do not mess.”

“It's not so, sir. If the shop mother knew my daughter-in-law was all classy, they wouldn't hesitate to lend. Lest the limit goes up. Regular debt sambal terasi and anchovy, this can be a chicken meat debt what a cow.” Lasmi chuckled softly.

“Do not mess. Debts are brought to death. If not necessary once, yes do not.” Sending a sharp glare, Sandi wished for his wife to stop blabbering.

“Pads. It is only fitting that our lives have been difficult since. That father is not talented to be rich.” Lasmi snorted annoyedly. Shudder again exposed to AC bursts, the cold penetrated the kebaya and attacked the skin. “Hih, worth it. Rich people's cars, the coolers just adjust the European temperature. If Caraka's car isn't this cold. Adjusting the weather in Indonesia. Especially the pick up car he brought last week. Mother's gun was hit by the night wind. The window glass is stuck, the smell of cow BAB is still attached.”

“Mother is spoiled. The rules are just up the anxts. This forces Raka to bring a car. The one with the car, accept fate. It's still better than my bike. At least if the rain is not wet.” Sandi.