Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Thrilling

It seems to be my true feeling. Bryan likes Chaca even loves her. I catch my breath so I don't get emotional. The important thing is that Chaca loves me, she's mine.

"Bry, where have you been all this time? Suddenly came and said love. Never mind, I don't want to argue anymore. I've found the person I love and also love me" Chaca said with a straight forward look.

"I'm solidifying, I think because you're still young, so I'm sure you're still alone. Are you happy Cha?" bryan looked at Chaca.

"Of course I'm very happy with Om Gandhi. He's a mature, loving man, the only man who can make me fall in love. Our love struggle wasn't easy for Bry to get to this point."

Chaca sighed for a moment. "We have tasted the bitter sweetness of our journey of love. I wouldn't be this strong without him. I'm also not necessarily still standing here without leaning on him." Ohir, Chaca's words make me rustle.

I stepped closer to them trying not to make a sound. But accidentally my feet stepped on a branch of a tree that was dry. The sound made them look.

"Of!" peekik Chaca was surprised.

"When were you there?" then stand up.

Bryan stood up, patted me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear. "Jaga Chaca is fine. Don't let him get hurt. I'm the first one who'll beat you up if that happens! And I won't hesitate to snatch it out of your hands!" her insistence passed leaving me and Chaca.

I'm stuck hearing it. I thought he'd be too cool to have Chaca. But it turns out I was wrong. He is heartened to accept the reality and let Chaca go.

Author: Of course, Mas Gandhi, if true love is certainly willing to suffer as long as the person he loves is happy. Different from obsession. Surely desperately until the roll will also be captured😌

"Hmmm .. it's good to talk to me in front of my own eyes" I said, folding both my arms.

Chaca was awakened from the daydream. "Eh, yaudah Om is facing there," he said, turning my body behind him.

"Bryan let's talk about Gandhi again!" it just makes me frown.

"What?" myrag.

"He said he didn't want to talk in front. Yaudah I want to talk behind your back, Om" he chirped.

I turned my body to face him. Without saying, I hugged her tightly.

"Goodbye, I love you so much. Thank you for sticking with me" I said.

"What did you say, Om? I love you so much too, of course I've always stayed by your side" he said.

***

Three days later, the day we were waiting for has come. Chaca is currently in her room. Me, pacing back and forth in my own room. Nervous, that one word was quite representative of my current feelings.

"Darling, are you ready?" Mom opened the door and walked over to me.

"Mah, Gandhi ... Gandhi," I stammered. Sweat had soaked my entire face earlier.

Mama took the tissue on the table, then wiped it slowly. Her hand that had already revealed wrinkles was gently caressing my cheek.

"Why are you so nervous like this? Hasn't it ever been?" god while laughing.

I was about to take off the white coat that was attached to my body earlier, but I paled. So I just opened the button, because it felt tight. Even though the size fits in my body. Maybe so nervous.

"This time is different, Ma. If I was married just because of status and only interested. We only know for a moment. Now, I'm going to marry the girl I love so much. My heart's beating, Ma. It felt like I wanted to magic everyone into becoming a statue," I rubbed my face rough.

Mama just laughed to hear it, then took a glass of water and thrust it at me.

"Drink first, take a long breath slowly. Repeat until you are calmer. Don't panic, later you can read it again, "he tapped me on the shoulder.

"Ahh Mama, don't scare Gandhi dong." I took the glass in Mama's hand and gulped it down to the toilet in one drink.

I did Mama's advice, she wanted to see Chaca. I want to see, too, but Mama's not allowed to. Pamali said. He told me to get ready to go down.

Many times I took a deep breath and threw it away violently. But still the chaos struck. I'm going downstairs, the place where I'm going to say the pledge to justify my love affair with Chaca.

Damnit damnit! Dirty jas! It's freaking me out.

"God what's wrong?" ask Papa who happened to be going through me.

"Paaa," my whine looked down at the stain on my white coat.

"Ouch? how about Pa?" I tried to clean the nodes.

The waiter was scared to see me. It's not his fault, I'm also wrong for not focusing.

"Oh, the predecessor has come Gan, Papa was going to call you. Yaudah, change clothes. Wait what else?" papa's exclaiming makes me panic even more.

I immediately ran to the room and changed clothes. Because the white coat message is only one, I hit the whole closet looking for suitable clothes.

"Gandi, haven't you son? Buruan is waiting!" papa's scream from outside the room.

Jeez, my sweat is pouring out more and more. My heart is also getting out of control. My hands even trembled when choosing clothes.

Until finally, I found a semi-formal white dress with maroon t-shirts. I hurried to replace it and rushed down.

"Darling, a fistful of pengulu is waiting," cried Mama and Papa knocking on the door.

The door opened, Mama was surprised by my clothes. I explained the chronology, he was just a head bobble.

"Yes, the important thing is to wear clothes. Comeondown!" he said holding my hand.

"Oh my God, Pa, Gandhi's hand was cold" said Mama complaining to Papa. The three of us walked along.

Papa patted me on the shoulder, making me jump in shock. "Don't tense, tense up later tonight," said Papa getting a pinch from Mama.

"Aw! sick Ma," Papa choked. Mama flashed a stern look, warning that this was not the time to joke.

Jeez Papa, it could be funny in conditions like this. To smile, my lips feel stiff. Relax dong Gandhi, calm down. Rest assured everything will go well.

I keep on suing myself. Why did you feel the journey from the room down for so long? Arriving at the location, I sat Mama in front of the ruler.

"Well, since the groom has already arrived, can we start his ijab qabul?" tukas middle-aged man who will marry me.

"Can!" the same answers ringing in my ears.

Mr. Penghulu started to thrust his hands on the table, I welcomed him. Don't ask me how I feel right now.

"The brother of Gandhi Bagaskara."

"L-yes!" I said I was nervous cutting it.

"Don't cut it, it's a second marriage. Why is it still this big? It feels like I'm holding a piece of ice" said Mr. Penghulu.

I smiled wryly, not responding to it. Just keep trying to calm myself down. I kept breathing and concentrating.

"Okay, I repeat yes. Please concentrate, ", he said. I nodded my head, shook my hand steadily and focused my entire mind.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahiim, I married you Brother Gandhi Bagaskara bin Alexander Abraham with Ananda Chatrine Salsabila bint Ismail with a dowry of 20 million 20 thousand rupiah and a pair of goats paid in cash," firmly Mr. Penghulu.

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👉 Thor why dowry there is a pair of goats?

\=> This fact is inspired from my best friend 😎 he said anyway so that the breed can continue to be sold.🤑