
WHIPPING
The wedding of Zayyan and Putri will be done in a simple manner at the home of Mama Papa. The back garden has been transformed into a beautiful garden, decorated with colorful flowers and white tents that add to the romantic impression of this wedding.
Zayyan, the bride-to-be who will be king this day, looks nervous and agitated. I actually wanted to get close and support as a friend who had been close to him, but I was aware of our status and position that it was not possible for us to look familiar at this time. I just don't want any misunderstandings that lead to strife in this family.
I decided to ignore what happened to Zayyan.
The big wall clock in the living room already showed at 09:00, and that means the bride's family will be arriving soon.
We've all been groomed by the bride fairies who used to also decorate us at Kak Zea's wedding. Princess Diras in her own home.
"It's really pretty my wife, if your stomach is not distended, it must be all confused. Which bride is it anyway?" seductive brother Zayn while staking my chin.
"It's a dreadful thing. All the clothes do not fit me, so the other one is my shirt," I complained while pulling the pink kebaya I was wearing.
"No dear. You are not fat really, just the twins who make your stomach so bigger. But really you are beautiful and sexy" said Zayn.
"Udah ah, don't keep fighting, I think it's going to start, we're going there yuk!" take me.
Brother Zayn helped me stand up and finally led me to the back garden.
After making sure I was sitting comfortably, Brother Zayn left me with Brother Zea.
"If you are not comfortable just go to the room," said Mr. Zayn. Then, he looked at his twin brother who was sitting next to me. "Nitip yes Ze."
"Yes Zayn, already there awaited penghulu," expelled Kak Zea.
"Elah, just a witness, feel I'm the bride," he said while tidying up the collar of his shirt.
"When you want to get married again."
"Ze, if you speak the truth, it can be noisier."
"Aren't you getting married again?"
"Well Queen, what crazy. You guys are fine don't fight."
Brother Zayn then walked over to Zayyan and the ruler who had sat in the chair where the kabul ijab would be held.
The princess walked slowly towards Zayyan and the ruler who had been waiting for her. He walked with the Assistant Emperor and his mother. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and haru as they sat side by side.
I remember my marriage to Brother Zayn a few years ago, when I did not believe I would survive this far. However, fate is strange, right now even I am pregnant with her child.
From a distance, Brother Zayn looked at me and smiled. There was an unceasing gratitude I said in my heart as that handsome face looked at me lovingly.
I love you, my husband.
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After that simple kabul ijab, there is no recessing event like my wedding or Kak Zea's wedding. We continued the show with a meal and a party.
"Have you eaten the Queen?" ask Brother Zayn. He came to me after Brother Zea came into the house with Mama.
"Come on, my feet are a bit tight, but that's okay."
"We go in, yes," asked him who I immediately followed.
We went back inside leaving some family members who were still enjoying the party.
Carefully, Brother Zayn led me up the steps one by one. It was actually quite difficult when I had to climb the luxurious stairs that were circular with many stairs, but I did not want to make Kak Zayn more worried because of that I tried to be strong and not spoiled.
"It's okay if I take a break?" when we were in the middle of the stairs.
"It's okay, Queen, it's also just a family party. They also understand that you need a lot of rest."
"I rest a little, Brother is fine."
"I've put you to sleep." Brother Zayn got into bed and started massaging my legs.
"Don't you, I'm fine."
"Your legs must be sore, tomorrow we will be pregnant spa, now let your husband massage it," said Mr. Zayn with a charming smile.
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Good afternoon gaess, I'm late. Insha Allah next chapter Zayyan Putri ya 🙈🙈 Approximately they will be nganu-nganu not 🤣🤣🤣
Don't forget his thumb lifted all 😘😘😘