Call Me Rain
I Love You ... Rain

If during the event kabul took place simply, and only attended by nuclear families and close relatives only. Different again with the reception event made as lively as possible. Mama Indri is the most enthusiastic, eager to make this reception party the most luxurious and festive party.

A luxury hotel ballroom has been transformed into a Bollywood-style palace by the WO team chosen by Mama Indri.

The country of India, always put forward a variety of motifs and colors that are striking like red. That is why, at this event Mama Indri set bright colors as the theme of wedding and dress code.

At the entrance, has stood a sturdy two iron poles decorated with colorful flower twists as a wedding gate. Not far from there, there is space used for Bollywood-themed Photobooth sessions.

Along the way to the pelaminan, lay a red carpet with colorful flower arrangements on both sides. On it, hung huge brightly glowing lights, which were surrounded by a crystal curtain.

Dozens of round tables wrapped in white cloth with four chairs have been neatly arranged. On the table, arranged four plates, glasses with one spoon and fork each. Not to forget, the WO team also added unique intricately shaped ornaments made of crystals as sweeteners.

While on top of the guarantee, Alula chose red roses to be her main decoration. But, unexpectedly, the WO team arranged it with another flower so that it looks more luxurious and elegant. Alula likes that.

Invitational guests began to arrive one by one and filled the ballroom area. A male MC started the reception party.

Accompanied by instrumental music, played by a team of accompanists. MC started calling one by one family members, starting from Mama Indri and Pa Sanjaya, then MC returned to call Abhi's father and Ibu Indah. They then walked towards the building. Abhi's father, had to walk slowly, because of the condition of his legs that have not fully recovered.

"This .. is the moment we've been waiting for." MC deliberately paused his speech, so that guests were increasingly made curious.

"I will call our two happy brides today. Here's ...."

Shaka and Shaki walk in front of Alula and Mirza, the twins are so dashing and handsome with a maroon pyjama kurta, in stark contrast to their white skin.

"Wah ... escorted by two crown princes nih," continued MC on the sidelines of instrumental music that accompanied the arrival of the two brides.

Mirza herself wears a Sherwani, or a long, creamy robe with elaborate yet elegant gold embroidered motifs along the neck to the chest and sides of both arms. As for her subordinates, Mirza wore red-colored trousers.

Next to Mirza, Alula smiled so gracefully with a bright red Lancha dressing. Initially, Alula was advised to wear a model of Ghagra choli, which featured part of her abdomen. Mirza strictly forbade it.

Finally, a red Lancha made of silk with gold embroidery motifs became his choice. The long-sleeved shirt that covers the entire abdomen is harmonized with a lehenga or red skirt with gold embroidery with intricate motifs along the sides.

The makeup used by Alula was much different from when the ijab kabul event. If when Ijab kabul Alula wear flawless makeup, tonight, all made amazed by the bold makeup that Alula wore.

Alula wears a Dupatta or a type of scarf to cover her head. His long black hair was made wavy and then halved with maang tika as a barrier. On the left side of his head dangling jhumar, headdress with an inverted triangle shape. While in the middle of the forehead there is a small bindai made of crystal. Medium-sized nose earrings, with gold chains dangling to the back of his ears.

In both hands imprinted Henna with elaborate but beautiful motifs. Bangles or bracelets typical of India attached along ten inches on his wrist.

One hand of Alula held her husband's arm, while the other held a small bouquet of red roses. Their smiles did not escape the faces of the two brides.

"Wah .. the bride is beautiful. I looked like Preity Zinta, "soon one of the guests who lined up to greet the bride and groom.

"Kajol is like that."

"Sir Mirza so Shahrukh Khan dong yah," said another guest.

Claps of applause and cries of admiration for the arrival of the two brides.

Alula held her arm against Mirza, while Mirza reflexively rubbed her hand. The two walked while occasionally looking at each other, smiling then blushing.

MC regained control of the event after the two brides sat at the aisle. Shades of red and gold became the background of the guarantee.

After a few sessions, the MCs began to invite guests to congratulate them, then continued with the photos.

All the invited guests seemed so happy.the music in the square, the typical Indian food served made them satisfied to linger there. However, there was only the grapevine that made Alula repeatedly wipe her husband's arm.

"Wouldn't Sir Mirza be twins?"

"Isn't that Mr. Mirza's foster son?"

"These horrors, that's Mr. Mirza's biological son, you know, his current wife."

"Bu Gweny adopted her husband's child with someone else, is that it?

"Pity the late Bu Gweny."

Alula tries to calm her husband down, repeatedly reassuring him that everything is fine. And he's used to this kind of thing.

In the past, while still in college, Alula often received such gossip. She is often referred to as a mistress, a seductive woman, a pregnant woman without a husband and other bad things. Alula did not deny it, because indeed she felt that what was accused of her was true. He just has to pretend not to care, stay strong and strong for the sake of his health as well as the two children he is carrying.

But not a few also looked compassionate to him, considering he was pregnant and struggled alone. Alula was grateful, at least there were still people who cared about her. Without seeing what his mistake was.

The long-awaited event arrived, the MC directed Alula and Mirza to stand in front of the band.

"If usually in India there is a dancing session, today we replace it with a Wedding dance session, how?" said the MC and got a shout and applause from the guests marked agreed.

"Well, Mr Mirza might want to request a song for the dance partner?" haggling MC on Mirza.

Mirza was silent, thinking of the right song for a romantic dance with his wife.

"I don't really know Indian songs, but there's one song that seems to fit" Mirza said, looking gently at his wife's beautiful bead.

"Well ... about what?"

"Gere."

"Gee ... Mr. Mirza knows also well Indian songs are hits."

Mirza just chuckled. How not to know, almost every day Mama Indri plays Bollywood-themed songs, Mirza to memorize some verses from these songs.

"Alright, the song will be sung soon, who want to join, welcome to find their respective partners. But remember! don't take someone else's partner." All the guests laughed at the MC.

To accompany the dance wedding, the song is sung a little selow so that it can be enjoyed during the dance. All were ready with their respective partners, including Mirza who had wrapped her hands around Alula's waist.

"I can't sing too much" whispered Mirza in Alula's ear. "You know that." Mirza chuckles. "But with this song, I wanted to express my feelings. If I'm ... so lucky to get you."

Dhoop Se Nikal Ke

[After coming out of the sun]

Chhanv Se Phisal Ke

[Slips away from the shelter]

Hum Mile Jahaan Par Lamha Tham Style

[The place where we met . Time to stop there]

Alula closed her eyes, enjoying the song she was singing. Although he does not understand the language, but he is sure, that Mirza chose the song specifically for him.

Aasmaan Pighal Into Sheeshe Mein Dhal Ke

[The sky melted and turned into glass]

Clock Style To Tera Chehra Ban Style

[And when (the ceiling turned to glass) it froze it formed the shadow of your face]

Mirza unceasingly looked at his wife's face, admiring Alula's beauty. The woman looked down and was embarrassed. Mirza smiled softly, she clenched her hands on Alula's waist, as if she did not want any distance between the two.

Duniya Bhula Ke Tum Se Mila Hoon

[I forgot about this world after meeting you]

Mirza remembers, the times when she was almost crazy because Alula left her. He forgets his world, busies himself. Even to the point of going abroad, just to relieve his emotions and feelings for Alula.

Nikli Hai Dil Se Yeh Dua

[This is a prayer that comes from the heart]

Even so, in every step, Mirza always hopes that she can find her love again. Love that purposely goes away and hides from her.

Rang De Tu Mohe

[Color me with the color of your love]

"Rain .. I like to call you by that name" Whispered Mirza right in Alula's ear. He put his forehead on Alula's forehead. The two now look at each other. With the voice of the singer who is still cool to perform the song.

"Hmm? why?"

Raanjhe Ki Dil Se Hai Dua

[This is a prayer from the heart of a lover]

Mirza stared at his wife's sad eyes, the woman who had fought alone, keeping and protecting her two children to grow healthy and well developed. A kiss of Mirza landed on the top of Alula's head, as gratitude and also thanks.

"Because of you .. the rainbow in my life. You ... are the color in my club. You're my rainbow."

Alula's eyes began to glaze over, she blinked a few times, so that the tears did not shed.

Rang De Tu Mohe

[Color me with the color of your love]

"Darling...." Mirza reviewed the smile. "Thank you .. for holding on to all your feelings." But Alula was getting sobbing.

"Thank you for giving me the color. Because of your presence, my life is no longer gray."

Alula's cry broke out in Mirza's arms, and she clasped him in her arms. Gently rubbed his wife's back. Provides comfort and tranquility.

"I love you Rain" said Mirza.

"I love you .. my rainbow."

Alula nodded her head. She looked up, then looked up at her husband's brown netra.

"Yes ... Call me Rain." Alula reviews the smile, with cheeks wet from tears.

"I am your neighbor .. I am your life .. I love you."

"I love you Brother."

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Happy Reading 🙂

Alhamdulillah ...

Finally, Neng Peri's story with Brother Semir ended up here.

Thousands of thanks to the author to the readers who are still faithfully waiting for this story to be finished.

And Otor apologized profusely, for one thing or another this story lasted for more than a year.

Hopefully ... The readers were all amused by Neng Peri and Kang Semir's story.

And again, sorry, if the ending is not as expected. Less touching, less movement and other shortcomings.

Thank you, see you in the next story.

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