Don't Call Me Fat
Marriages.

My son went and brought me food for breakfast.

"You will be very tired later so you have a lot of breakfast first" exclaimed the son while feeding me. Tim mua even baper saw the attention of the son to me.

"Uh sweet really is his sister, want.." exclaimed a woman, the wedding organizer team who was passing by in my room.

"Hus, work" another wo team protested and told the woman to focus on their work.

I finished my breakfast before I could continue with the makeup.

"Don't be nervous, don't worry, I'll still be there as your sister, I won't let anyone hurt you including your husband. Everything will be fine" exclaimed the son. His voice shook withstanding the cry.

I'm nodding. My tears came down too.

Mba mua began to panic looking into crying, but also dissolved in the atmosphere of haru, mba mua also joined in crying seeing us. Either crying because of fear of her makeup messy or because the atmosphere is making mewek.

"Yes do not cry, the makeup will fade, I go out first. Papa's been waiting for me outside" he replied.

I just nodded, gave me a tissue and started to fix my makeup and add to the polish

"His sister is very good yah mba, like not willing to release her sister to get married" he exclaimed mba mua.

I smiled lightly.

"Yes, he is good, he is the best brother in the world, and he is the most valuable person in my life" I replied.

Mba mua smiled.

Finished all the makeup and other activities I looked out of my hotel room through the transparent glass wall. Sunlight began to rise to the earth's surface.

I have the lyrics on my phone. It doesn't feel like it's 08:30

The show takes place at 09:00.

In 30 minutes, the nervousness began to rush into my body. Sweat began to come out even though the ac in this room is very cold.

The atmosphere outside the event has already begun.

I used my family custom not to sit next to the groom before it was legal. So I waited in the room until the contract was over and I was going downstairs to hang out.

Suspenseful atmosphere in the boardroom.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Lidya wijaya binti rudi wijaya with the dowry in cash" replied Yugo unhindered.

"Well!" Witnesses said.

"Alhamdulillah" almost all exclaimed.

My gaze was flat, there was no look of the happy face of my face, it was sad, very sad but I did not want to show it in public.

I'm also in the team sleigh mua to go down. To the place where the finished event.

I stared at the packed room that was already crowded with family guests.

After arriving at the location I was given advice and signed some documents, and marriage certificate.

After that, pengpulu went home. The photo session began. I was forced to shake him. They said my husband. We were facing each other, I was staring cynically at those eyes as if it was my code that I hated this marriage.

After that, the afternoon reception began.

Everything went smoothly without any obstacles. I remember feby. She must be crying right now. I'm sorry feby. My inner.

The afternoon reception is completed at 4 pm and will continue later at 19:00 until completion.

Yugo and I went into the bridal room. My team started helping me open up all the accessories in my head.

"Mba can rest for a while, go to the toilet, eat and others, but not for long well, about 30 minutes because we will soon change clothes again with an evening dress" he ordered.

"Yes" I answered briefly and ran straight to the toilet when my white kebaya was already open and I only wore cuffs and leggings. I peed kebelet.

After coming out I saw yugo laying and busy with his cell phone. He must be thinking of feby. Kapok, who's asking for revenge.

He could hurt the person he loved just because of an unclear grudge.

I stepped towards the dresser.

"Heh, get me a drink, thirsty" yugo ordered me.

"Take it yourself!" reply me.

"Sinful loh refused the husband's orders, I am your husband now" he exclaimed.

I'm not moving.

"I don't care!" my screeches.

"Curtain, look at it later, can you still act cold like that after.........

Not yet yugo continued his talk mua team came again and began to decorate me.

After what? I smiled cynically at him.

Yugo looked at me annoyed.

.......🌺🌺🌺.......

The evening of the reception began. There were a lot of invited guests coming.

My school friends also came.

There's adit, roni, bimo, Maharani with Aunt Sifa, not look om rado, like he's still upset with my decision.

Where must be the bride who holds her groom. It's different. It was Yugo who held my hand throughout the show. Although I responded with a look of dislike, many times I let go of the arm, whether anyone saw my girly or not I did not care.

Even if my parents see my behavior.

In-law?

That's ridiculous.

At 9 pm it was empty of invited guests and arrived a photo session of family and close friends.

I hold Adit and friends back to go home soon, I want us to take a picture together.

Dimas since earlier was just him in the corner of the room, not as usual. The son approached dimas.

"Why not join the others?" ask putra.

"I'm sorry" he replied.

"Well, I'm sorry" asked the son.

"Because you can't keep lidya as you requested at that time" he replied.

"Oh, it's okay, forget it, lidya is also married, has found her soul mate, can live long and see her married is enough to make me happy, being able to recover from this pain has also been a miracle for me, Alhamdulillah" stressed the son.

"Let's join the others" invite the son.

Dimas brushed off the son's hand.

"I'm sorry, leave me alone" said dimas.

The son resigned, he did not succeed in persuading dimas to join.

I was forced to go down directly with my wedding dress to take a photo with dimas.

Dimas is not good because I picked him up in the corner of the room at the end of his want to not want to take pictures with us, with his school friend first.