
Panji never let go of his grip on Echa. They even went down to greet the invited guests. The party that's been in season night. After they asked for a pause for Maghrib prayers at the same plural of Isya prayers. Echa changing the dress is simpler.
The reception of a young entrepreneur is no different from most luxury events. Panji is not just inviting through letters distributed by relatives. But he also went to the closest relatives or colleagues invited. His smile expanded when he saw everything he invited actually coming.
"Mas Panji survived a new life, yes. May Samara mawadah warahmah. Quickly have a child." whispered a man named Stevan.
"Thank you Stevan." Reply Panji.
"Panji Mas survived, yes. May it last until grandparents." Said one of the invitations named Zas Novia.
"Thank you, Ma'am." Reply Panji.
"Congratulations, Brother Panji," a sweet figure stood in front of Echa and Panji.
"Eh, Elsa. Alone?"
"Not with Vira. Just went home first. I've booked a hotel here to stay."
"Your boyfriend isn't coming?" ask Panji.
"Oh, yes. You're not single, are you?" the little laugh of Panji.
"Mas, already. Look Elsa's down first. You keep bothering him."
"I'm the same Elsa is used to it. But we may also know Elsa as my friend." proposes Panji.
"Why do you want a partner for Elsa. Or do you want to register again? Look out if it's weird that I'm going home!" threaten Echa's.
"Darling how about we mingle with the invited guests. You didn't pegel sit on the lap from this morning?" take Panji.
"Maybe?"
"This is our party, honey. So free, dong. Wanna?" Echa nodded.
The banner led his wife down amid the invitations. Looks like Panji has instructed the committee to empty the table and chair.
Panji bowed his body. His hands stretched out like he was going to dance.
"Theresa Will you dance with me?" Panji.
"Mas, I can't dance." replied Echa softly.
"Quiet, Honey. Just follow me." whispered Panji.
Wedding dance or wedding dance is only done with the bride and groom dancing, followed by their parents.
But because his wife's family refused to join the dance. Even Bu Laksmi chose to remain in the hotel room, as well as Paklik Malik and his wife. They reasoned that they were tired and wanted to rest in the room. While Indri, Tika and her husband are still following the event.
Christina Perri's A Thousand Year song accompanied the couple's dance. The light is turned off and only the light highlights both.
"Bag,"
"Yes, my wife." Panji spoke with a breath of water.
"Thank you for the recipe. I didn't expect to be in this fancy show."
Echa is not lying. When Afan received the match, the man only said that a day had been agreed Echa would be in boyong to Kalimantan. Where the man works and indeed the limit of his vacation is exhausted.
In fact, it's just a story. I also did not expect to marry Panji's sister. Dreaming is never.
Marriage is not a once in a lifetime. Of course, this moment will be proud of his grandchildren later. It's just that what sets him apart doesn't want to just sit at the aisle. Although not outdoor, Panji wants to create a free party moment in a closed room.
Echa and Panji instantly mingled with the other invitations. Tika and Indri also came down. While Rini was also busy accompanying Echa.
A young child around the age of 5 walks alone with a chocolate drink. He walked carefully because the glass he was holding was made of glass. His steps limped, his eyes looking at something like he was looking for an adult.
BYUURRS!
The little boy's steps came to a halt when he hit the end of Echa's dress. Echa dress that is light pink is contaminated with brown liquid. Not only that, the glass fell, the flakes hit the boy's ankle.
"Yamaahoooo!" squeal the boy.
"Who is God, whose son?" call one of the invited guests.
Echa who was behind the child was shocked. More surprised there was a glass fragment stuck between the hole of her dress. He chose to bend his body to help the little boy. Unfortunately the balance between his body and his shoes was out of sync. Echa fell on the knee of her leg exposed to a larger glass shard.
"Yesaaa...." Pekik Echas.
The pennant is busy looking for help. The man contacted the hospital several times to bring the injured child.
Echa saw the blood coming out of her leg. His body felt limp his vision began to darken. In an instant his body fell down, different from a small child whose injuries were just blisters.
"Geekoo!" The strangled banner saw his wife's legs stuck in glass and even stuck them in.
"Why are you quiet! there is no empathy to help others!" The banner raged while hugging his wife. While people from earlier only watched the incident in the experience of Echa and the little boy. No one's trying to help.
"Why remain silent, this is not a spectacle!" the man's watery eyes continued to shake his wife's body. "Cha wake! please don't do this!"
From far away the smile expands. In his heart cheers at the scene. The plan succeeded. Bringing his nephew to the bait for both.
"Rasain, you're Theresia! if you compete, you are no match for me. I have no interest in Panji but I'm interested in ruining both of you're lives. Just wait for time."
His steps came to a halt as the phone rang in his bag. He stared lazily as he knew who was calling.
"When are you coming home? It's been a night of pity for Diko there. If you want a party, don't bring a child." Rage the voice of the woman across there.
"Yes, I'll be home soon and bring the boy home. So find a husband do not busy work, the child got the sap!"
"Eh, I'm just asking to take my son home. From that moment I didn't feel good. Diko's okay, right?" Phone connection is turned off. The owner of the soft voice was just a long grumble.
****
"Geekoo!"
Ms. Laksmi woke up after dreaming about her son. In his dream, Echa's body was exposed to many broken glass to bleed. Breath snuffling.
"God what happened to my son? may it be just a dream." Ms. Laksmi immediately took the phone turned out to be nine at night. In the end, he contacted Panji. Unfortunately not picked up by his son-in-law.
"Lik, you try to contact Indri or Tika. My feelings were not good from earlier." said Miss Laksmi to her sister-in-law.
"Mbakyu, we're all in the hospital." Paklik Malik's voice sounded heavy.
"Ru ... is it sick? Si ...what is sick?"
"cha, mbakyu. The banner has already told people to pick up Mbakyu."
"B.yeah. I'll get ready. Oh God Echa, why is this happening."