Don't Call My Name
Compact Family

“My hands are wet,” muttered Zara as she was being treated on this historic morning.

“Nothing has come out cold sweat,” a perias responded, “kirain if you have been used to appearing in public, already no more groggy taste.”

“Maybe all brides will enjoy the same thing.”

“Benev too, anyway. By the way, would you like a drink first, wouldn't you?”

Zara agreed, then snatched the bottle in front of her that contained warm cereal. Because he did not eat breakfast food like rice, vegetable lontong, let alone fried.

“Try Zara estimate, according to Zara this is too thick?” the female sex perias intended to ask for a blush that had just been inserted into the left cheek, but closer to the eye.

“Udah, enough.”

“Riasan part eyes, already okay yet?” he asked again, “let us taste good both. I am the same as everyone else. There is no less word for this and that. Pity it, already paid expensive even not satisfied with his make up. I don't want to disappoint you.”

“But this is fitting, kok, Kak. As per my wish.”

“OK, if it's gi-”

Brakk!

The speech of the MUA must be stopped before it is finished when the door is forced open. The culprit is Mike. The boy was carrying two other people behind him.

Zara clucked softly, “Yes Allah ... Mike, can you slow down, right? It's his Auntie to tiptoe.”

“Luck lipstiknya not to cross to Kalimantan because of shock,” Inne laughs, “nangis me if her make up destroyed huhuhu..”.

“This, someone wants to meet,” said Mike flat and showed two men and women who have aged twilight.

“Assalamualaikum..”.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Zara replied. And he just ngeh if one of them there is a very similar to his future-in-law, “Eh, kok Opa is similar to Papa, yes?”

“Come, who guessed?” the old woman approached him, “ayo, salim. This is Oma as Opanya Rayyan.”

“Oh, my God.. So this is Oma Ros ... Opa Haikal?” Zara felt unexpected.

Both men confirmed.

“True, right, my guess.” Zara immediately moved, intending to approach the old man and woman who were still beautiful. Yes, she must be very beautiful young. Opa was still gallant, big height like the people of the middle east. Based on the information obtained, the blood flowing in the Haikal Al Fatir family is indeed descended from those people.

After greeting and hugging Oma, Zara clasped her hands at Opa Haikal because she was not his mahram.

“So I told you, later you find it when it's done in magic. But my wife can't wait to see you,” Opa Haikal explains why they came here like this.

“Marketing. Oma wants to see for herself. As beautiful as what artists our grandchildren marry.” Oma Ros smiled and clasped her hand, “Sorry yes, son. Yesterday did not attend the application. Try if our child is not talking too suddenly. We can definitely try.”

“Ngak papa, Oma.. which is important now you have come.”.

“Ya. Now Oma same Opa not curious anymore.”

“Eh, how am I being carried around? The curious there, even I was scapegoated.” Oma Ros's husband grumbled.

“Iya-iya, one of the words just a little so long,” reply Oma Ros to the husband, a moment later he re-centered his eyes forward, “actually Oma still wants more here. Talk to my son-in-law. But Zara's still not finished in makeup. Pity them, will not finish his work if it continues to be disturbed.”

Inne and the other two people laughed, “It's okay, Oma.”

“We chat again later, yes.”

“Iya, Oma.”

The two people could not linger because Zara was still in fashion should not be disturbed. The two say goodbye leaving Zara, Mike, Inne and the people who helped her.

Mike himself is wearing a cool suit, complete with shoes. She lay on the bed while waiting for her brother to finish polishing the colorful tools, which Mike thought were palettes of similarly painted watercolors. Bizarrely. Why do women love to paint their faces? Let what?

The white wedding dress that Ray was wearing was wrapped around songket by his mother. While on his head has been worn black peci. His sturdy body and thin sideburns that grew regularly around his chin, added to the masculine impression. Vita looks like her husband's younger version because they have many similarities.

“Hopefully the event today went well, your marriage lasts until the end of life.” Yudha embraced and prayed for her first son.

“Aamiin.”

A moment later the door of the room opened, followed by the five people who bent their heads. Is a phenomenal family, Alif, Dara and her children: Sakira, Aarash and Aariz.

“Udah ready yet? You guys been this long? Why just?” ask Alif. People who have the highest blood predicate of all time.

“Iya, ni. Long time!” Dara.

“Disregard the family bar-bar,” Umar sneered.

“It can't be like that, honey. Just answer, in a moment, Om, Onti .. so much better to hear,” Vita advises.

“What's left yet, Ta?” dara asked as she walked into the room. Looking at his first nephew who had just finished tidying up his clothes.

Vita replied, “Udah all. Stay down just us.”

Dara approached Ray, smiling meaningfully as she watched while rubbing the satin clothes worn. While the one being stared at was just trying to hold back an amused smile.

“Ck! It used to be Onti who liked to carry you when you were a baby, you know, Ray. But now..”.

“What?!” Alif was instantly jealous.

“Know this Onti refused birth time old.”

Alif sewot to wife, “Bold-dare!”

“Mami ayuk, Mi. Again, anyway. Do not see that Ray's sister is amused held-hold so.” Sakira pulled her mom out. All his children also cursed.

“Iya, it's old still aja ganjen.”

Everyone in the room laughed at the same time.

“Knowledge of his wife less pampered.” Yudha satirized in front of her man directly.

“Bold-dare!” alif closed his eyes.

“It's old age, so it doesn't have much vocabulary anymore, sir. Who came out just dare to continue from earlier.”

“Bold-dare!” Alif joked again and punched each other. Ah, it's so exciting. They like this crowded atmosphere. Their families have always been compact and colorful.

After a moment of praying together for the smooth running of this sacred event, everything went out to the first floor; the place where this wedding will take place.

Vita holds her first son, while Yudha is flanked by her two favorite daughters. Only Umar was alone, because again he had to walk alone.

“Gini is so lucky to be a responsible boy. In my dear mama did not, in my dear papa also did not, Ayang also did not have, shit.” Umar grumbled along the corridor.

But Umar was not the last participant, because not far behind him, there were men and women who were also walking while arguing.

“Fa, I said stop!” prevent Cici prohibits Fasad from leaving the restaurant where they do breakfast, which is actually only used by the Facade as an excuse. It doesn't make sense that if it's just breakfast, he should run to this place.

“I drove you here just for breakfast, not for anything else.” Cici was still holding onto Fasad's body for him to stop here. “Fa, please don't mess around here. This is no ordinary place, do you have no shame?”

“I just want to see Zara happy, that's all ...,” shouts Fasad sounds very frustrated.

Seriate.

Yes Allah gais, have typed a lot2 even erased😭😭😭😭

I wrote this again, but not the same as the first huhuhu😭😭