Bloody Wedding!
Tire 135 (Moving House)

The next day, on a sunny Sunday morning, Zanjiil's grandfather and grandmother returned to the village with 2 beautiful statues of his.

“Grandma buy sculpture from where?” kissky asked, because he hadn't seen the statue before.

“Confidential, hehehe..” Berli laughed cheerfully.

His son and grandson were lethargic, for it was their own past.

“We go home first, remember not to do outside the children's lane.” Berli advised his descendants.

“Good nek.” say the entire Rabbani family in unison.

”This table is for you.” Berli gave his beloved grandson a beautiful box containing the latest firearms.

”This what nek?” ask Lula curiously.

“Good stuff, use it correctly.” Berli stroked the top of his grandson's head.

“Siap new.” Lula Yamg did not yet know what the contents were feeling excited.

After Berli and Moses left, they all returned to their respective activities.

“Ma, Kissky and I will move house today.” Zanjiil's words heard by Basuki.

“What do you mean? Where to move?” Basuki did not expect that his son would leave the house.

”Housing not far from here pa, I have permission on mama yesterday,” said Zanjiil.

“Can't, no one can get out of this house.” Basuki forbids his wife and children from leaving the house.

“I will also go home to my house, sorry yes, I am here because there is a mama and papa.” Pinkan who does not want to make peace with her husband decided to stay in his new home.

Lula who saw the split of her family felt sorry for her father.

“Bang, this house only has many empty rooms, why should you buy another house anyway?” Lula was angry at her brother who did not think about her father's feelings.

“We want to live independently.” Zanjiil who is fed up with his family doesn't want to live together anymore.

“But not now also dong bang, I am also in the dorm, who will accompany papa?” Lula remains hopeful that Zanjiil and Kissky stay home.

Kissky who witnessed the debate between the brother of the sister was just silent, he was afraid that if he spoke up even cause new problems.

“It's none of my business.” Zanjiil who feels his mother should be with his father.

“Yeah bang, you're so stubborn.” Lula can't change her brother's decision not to stay in their house anymore.

Basuki, who feels alone, decides to return to his study, his heart that has not healed because of his second wife, is now in the residence of his son and first wife.

I'm broken, Inner Basuki.

Pinkan who does not want to know about her husband's problems again, immediately leave the house.

“You can come to your mom's house if you miss.” Pinkan told Lula.

As soon as Lula feels guilty, she thinks after her grandmother comes her family will be whole again.

Because of me, Esra is dead, her mind.

Although he was angry at his father's second wife, but seeing his futile efforts he became regretful.

It turns out that not all things can be solved by talking or acting, if I am silent, maybe papa is not as sad as that, inner Lula

Lula who could not face to face with his father decided to return to the dormitory.

”Of course you know, I complained to grandma.” Lula was riding his motorcycle with an agitated heart.

While Zanjiil and Kissky who had finished classy down to the first floor.

Those who saw Basuki standing with blank stares at the door felt bad to say goodbye.

But even so, they have to keep doing it.

“Pa, we go first.” Zanjiil shook his father's hand. Same with Kissky.

“Papa keep health yes.” although heavy for Kissky left her in-laws alone, but she had to follow her husband.

The deg!

Zanjiil's heart was jolted, and at once the bad thoughts about the father who did not love him were gone.

“Zanjiil, live right, do not be like papa.” advice Basuki heard well by Zanjiil.

Kissky felt sorry for her in-laws who looked so miserable.

After saying goodbye, Zanjiil and Kissky move into their new home with Dimas in between.

During the journey Zanjiil remembered the embrace of his father.

”Pak Dimas, will you stay with us?” Zanjiil wants his right hand to go with him.

“Not that we just stay together?” Kissky felt bad when Dimas would eat his dishes are not delicious.

“What's the problem?” Zanjiil.

”I asked you nicely loh Jiil?! Don't you be so cynical about me! There is no romance!” The offended Kissky crossed her face while removing her face from Zanjiil.

“Just sulk.” murmured Zanjiil. “Oh yes sir, please stop in front.” Zanjiil who saw the flower figure wanted to stop by for a moment.

“Good young master.”

The cit!

Dimas brushes the car he brought, then Zanjiil out of the car. Kissky, who did not want to know what her husband was doing, still turned her face toward the glass door of the car next to her.

Zanjiil returned with 49 red roses.

“This is for you.” Zanjiil directs the flowers he brought to Kissky's neck.

Kissky, who smelled the smell of roses, turned to her husband.

“Hah!” At once her net was wide, for such a beautiful flower was before her eyes.

“This is for me?” immediately the anger in his heart immediately disappeared, like women in general, in a little bribe his heart will waver.

“Iya, or is this for Dimas pack only?”

“Do not!” Kissky hugged the rose from her husband. The beautiful girl also inhaled the flowers that symbolize the love.

“You like?” asked Zanjiil with a feeling of pleasure.

“Iya, the flowers are good.” Kissky smiled sweetly.

It was easy to take his heart, inner Zanjiil.

After traveling for a while, they arrived at their new home.

Both men dropped their suitcases.

“I helped put it in the mistress.” said Dimas, because he felt sorry for the thin flat mistress pushing a suitcase larger than his employer's body.

“Thanks a lot sir.” Kissky felt helped by Dimas' kindness.

You useless husband, this suitcase should be his job, inner Kissky.

But the less sensitive Zanjiil even entered first into their homes.

Kissky who followed her husband was surprised, because the furniture in the house was fully available.

“Since when did you buy all this?” Kissky was delighted at her husband's sprightly actions.

“Yes yesterday, I asked the house decorator to arrange it, so we just take clothes.” even though Zanjiil is not a romantic husband, but he does not want to burden his wife in terms of draining energy.

“You are understanding.” Kissky hugged her increasingly handsome husband in her eyes.

“Indeed should that be? Oh yes, Mr. Dimas, the father's room is at the end of the hallway yes.” said Zanjiil. He deliberately placed the driver away so as not to interfere with the activities of his wife and wife.

“Siap mr.” says Dimas.

...Seriate......