Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Later aja. Hiss

I looked at the dhika mas who was sleeping in my bed after we did the dhuhur prayer and welcomed the family for a while.

My lips smiled meaningfully as they recalled our love journey.

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“Sha... Rish... Let's sneak out, there is a transfer guy from Jakarta.” exclaimed Anggi while reaching for my wrist from inside the class.

I followed him until my chiki fell on the floor before stopping at the second floor corridor barrier. All the students who were average women watching towards the bottom, the transfer student came using motor sport without being accompanied by parents. Her attitude was sober, even when the young Dhika knew she was the center of attention, she instead waved her hands up with a sweet smile. Greeting girls with the one that immediately marks Dhika as the target of a girlfriend.

I grunt. I said at the time, turning back to class. Unexpectedly, the guy froze the girls he was crossing before getting into my class.

The students outside immediately rushed in and occupied their respective seats after Bu Afi told his students to go to class.

The young Dhika smiled widely while watching the classmates and her gaze was instantly fixed on the chair beside me.

I stacked my backpack, laptop bag, stock bag onto the next chair and table. No way!

Bu Afi smiled amusedly and told her who the new disciple was with her. Dhika Wahyudin moved in because she followed her parents' workplace.

“So Risha, as the class president presumably you can welcome new friends with welcome.”

“Not muhrim, Bu.” I said. “Sit down with the welcome teacher. I'm not!”

The young dhika laughed while charging at me. “Change the class leader only Bu Afi, Risha does not make a statement!”

“Betul Bu Afi, replace the class leader, Risha arbitrarily with bodo students like us, Mom. He does not want to share cheat.” exclaimed Anggi.

Short stories of support to change my position increased. Bu Afi smiled amusedly while shaking his head. Disagree and I exclaimed with joy.

“Sukur. Rasain...” I said triumphantly.

Dhika smiled meaningfully while expressing her desire to sit on her desk alone.

“Can't, Dhika. How will mommy be? The Sha... Make room for new friends if not your scholarship application mom cancel.”

“Ngancem his mother. No fair!” I put away all my bags and shifted the seats to extend the distance even if it was only half a meter.

The young Dhika introduced her name in front of the class while sitting next to me.

“Again PMS, Sha? Very wrong.” he said sok familiar while looking at me.

I shifted my body until I crossed the wall. I put on a serious face. Reluctant to admire the transfer guy who has good looks superior to other guys.

“No need to be familiar, ntar break you find a nganggur table to the side class or warehouse!” I said full of feuding.

“Emang this table is yours alone?” Dhika.

I smiled cynically. “Papa school committee.”

“Oh... School children committee. I dong grandson of the owner of this school.”

“Not possible!”

“As far as you are, what matters is that I told you. Want to believe nothing, serah.” The young Dhika pulled out her book from the bag while smiling widely as I was weaving my mouth.

“Whispering!”

Ms. Afi smashed the wooden ruler onto the blackboard. “Risha, Dhika, already fighting. I can later. Now open the IPA physics book page 35!”

I opened my book while I saw from the tail of Dhika's eyes glancing at my book curiously.

Ms. Afi hit the board again. It shocked my heart that had just calmed down. “Share a book, Risha. After that you will accompany Dhika to the library, take all the package books!”

I pinched Dhika's arm with anxiety so much that she felt the same irritation when she first met the young Dhika. It was the day I disliked the most as a 10th class president. The real granddaughter of the school owner Dhika makes my life full of sensations that often make me feel PMS every day.

“Why are you, Ris? Why pinch-cubit? Sick tau.” asked mas Dhika as she woke up looking at me in wonder with very sleepy eyes.

“Sebel.” I said while letting out frustration by growling.

“Bobok here, you must be exhausted. Here.” Mas Dhika tried to shift his sleeping position, giving me room to fall. But instead of falling down I looked at him mangkel.

“Why, Risha? Thought what? Wanna kiss? Or monthly money now?” he said it hoarsely but with passion.

“I remember the first time I met you! Sebel, nyebelin.”

“Oh... Remember that..” Dhika laughed lazily. “You need me now? Gihs... Can..” He offered his ass to me.

I looked at him while flicking fingers at his ears and mouth. “That's so I'm with you, you're my rival most beautiful one class. Durhaka equals class president.” I gave up all my energy to take off all my current mangles.

Mas Dhika was drunk while trying to block my wrist. “Udah.. Udah, not my face is hot you love hot kisses but even hot pinches. Want your PMS?”

I pursed my lips. “Why did you meet me the first time you said I was PMS? Have you memorized girls who are PMS?”

“Yeah Risha, have long known. Why the language now?” moaning Dhika without angry expression, she was astonished.

“I just remembered mas... keep suddenly I want to nampol you! Really, you broke me then.”

“Destroyed how, here deh, how-gimana.” he said calmly.

I straightened my back on the bed while holding her while Dhika hugged my waist.

“News gih.” persuade him while looking at me. “I wrecked what? Until now it's not like you're still holy.”

“You ruined my clear mind so murky. You make me lazy school and I also get carried away with the problems you make, from starting to skip class hours, skipping prayer times, practicum classes! My lesson time is reduced to find you all over the school!” my spray is not bad.

“Yes already, I guess what's broken.” Mas Dhika suddenly kissed me on the cheek. “Gemes very similar to you, where very stingy cheating. Pantesan in hate classmate.”

“Biarin.” I flicked my lips while rubbing my cheeks. “I have to be champion one, but you hold that position.”

Dhika kissed my cheek again. “But yes, Ris. From the beginning I met you I was with you. Your attitude that sells expensive makes me curious and turns out to be expensive for your self-esteem. Love you, Risha Nur Medina.”

Mas Dhika cupped my cheeks as I turned to her. I put my lips together and cupped his cheeks. Mas Dhika smiled then kissed my lips at a quick glance.

“Because of you, hihi. Bales, Rice. Bales. I'm ready to receive your reply.” Mas Dhika pursed her lips.

“Ogah.” I stuck out my tongue while hiding my face in the recess of his neck. “Let's go yes. Hihi.”

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